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verbal kent and the Other Guys - the_blade_of_the_short_cut- 2020

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Just watched the Wembley confrontation approximately 30 times so I could write down the exact dialogue. And to get more of the body language and gestures down. The scene lasts for precisely two minutes. (37:07-39:07)

James pokes his head into the room asking, “Are you decent?” Laughs as he crosses the doorway.

James walks past the security guard to enter the room, puts his thumb to his nose, before saying to the guard, “I told ya” and then to himself, “prick.” Laughs.

James is only a bit into the room before he says to the room, “Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen.” He throws his arms wide and mockingly groans before laughing again.

James is now fully into the center of the room and turns a bit to try and address all of the team. Says “Hey, it’s a tough one lads. It’s a tough one, but no shame to it.”

“Cause, you know, we only ever” pretends to tap his temple like he’s trying to remember something: “beat,” does a few feet bounces and fake little punches, “uh, everybody we play.” Laughs again.

James turns to Lasso who does the quickest fake Midwestern polite smile while Roy stands next to him stiff and angry. Will is looking over his shoulder, between the two coaches, stocking or taking out bottles from a mini fridge maybe?

“So you pups had no chance,” while once again spreading his arms. He finally looks right at Jamie and lets out a fake gasp before saying “Oh.” As though he is disappointed to see Jamie is actually standing there.

He points double finger guns at him while adding, “And there he is, my son.”

Says “My own flesh and blood” with mock grief in his voice. He stares at Jamie from half a room away, and bounces on his feet again.

“Poor Jamie, my son.”

He rocks his hips loose even as he brings his pointer finger to his nose. Does an exaggerated sniff. Then he goes back to addressing the room at large. Faces one way as he starts to talk.

“Now,” and he gestures with his right hand, then turns to take in the other side, “maybe I’m thinking his heart’s still in Manchester” and he gestures with both hands slightly towards his own chest “and that’s why he missed that sitter in the first half.” He points a finger into the air like he’s having a eureka moment.

Chuckles. Does another of his fake sympathetic groans.

“Oh ho ho.” And then lets out a little “Whew!”

Then starts tiny jogging towards Jamie while sing songing “You absolutely bottled* it.” He stops to throw his head back, arms wide, and then straightens up to slow walk closer. He laughs while saying, “You bottled it!”

Then he’s only a few steps away from Jamie and starts pantomiming some boxing moves. Ducks just a bit, has his hands in fists doing small jabs. “What were you thinking?”

Then he is right at Jamie and continues to do the small jabs, not hard, but landing like small pokes right against Jamie’s stomach. Jamie ever so slightly steps back. James pauses for half a second and then does an extra jab pushing Jamie another half step back.

James lets out a teasing “Ah ah ah.” Then “I’m only kidding, hey.” Before laughing again with a bit of a cough in the middle.

Ted does not look impressed and Roy has titled his head back a bit to squint at the man. Will is focusing on the mini fridge until James starts talking again. This time more quietly and just to Jamie.

“Hey, look, uhh…do us a favor…” and he comes back on screen as he moves his hand from his face, while sniffing, but like he’d just gestured Jamie closer or perhaps had gestured to his ear to indicate Jamie should listen to him. He continues “and get Denbo and Bug past security.”

James moves his right arm to indicate the stadium on the other side of the wall. “They wanna go on the pitch-” then he mimes raising a camera and clicking it. Jamie’s mouth turns down into a frown while his head gives the smallest shake. “-take a few snaps and all that, yeah?” Before licking his lips, letting out another sniff, and bouncing on his feet 2-3 times.

Jamie finally says something, which is to answer his dad with “I’d rather ‘em not.” He stares a hair over his father’s shoulder, not making eye contact with anyone.

James looks a bit to the side, not in embarrassment nor seemingly worried what people were thinking about his son turning his request down. More like he didn’t actually need to look at Jamie anymore.

“Yeah, they only want to look around.” And he looks back to Jamie again but it’s because he’s miming a guy jab with his left hand while saying “It’ll only take a second.” Then mimes punching him right in the jaw with a weird sound effect noise. “Doosh(?).”

James mouth drops open into a wide grin and chuckle.

Jamie repeats himself word for word, “I’d rather ‘em not.” But he is slightly louder this time and looks right at his father. He nods his head ever so slightly.

Offscreen James responds with, “What?” Then focuses on his face returning to mockery.

“What, you’re not gonna all go moody little bitch” while looking Jamie up and down, continuing, “just cause you got your arse served to you on a plate, are ya?”

Jamie is quieter again when he responds with “Don’t speak to me like that.” Jamie is back to not meeting his dad’s eye even as James starts bouncing on the balls of his feet again.

Then he pushes a little closer in to Jamie, face seemingly open to hearing what Jamie has to say, before going “ahuh?”

Jamie repeats himself word for word for the second time. “Don’t speak to me like that.”

James repeats his “Huh?” while pressing closer again, head tilted as though to hear him better. Jamie tries to repeat himself for a third time but his dad interrupts with his own third “huh?”

When Jamie finishes, his dad says “Huh?” a fourth time and then pulls back a minuscule amount to look Jamie in the eye.

James says to him “Okay, well,” and James lifts his right hand to flick up in the air. “-let’s see if you can hear this, hmm?”

Beard is shown in the background seething. James is still right in Jamie’s face, where he sniffs again, before leaning a bit closer as though to whisper.

“You know that ‘ickle tv show’ you made?” And makes broad gestured quotation marks even. “You just made it easier for Manchester City” He flicks the first finger of his left hand up like he’s about to count off things but instead uses it to point at Jamie while adding “to kick you to the curb!”

Then he leans back with a grin to continue mocking Jamie. He even adds a tongue waggle of his own.

“And look where you are now.” He laughs in his face. “Twaddling about with a bunch of…”

He spreads his arms wide and spins 180° to address the whole room. “…amateurs! No offense, no offense.”

No one responds to him, so he gives more of a belly laugh, and scratches the side of his nose with his right forefinger. Then turns around, leading with that finger pointing at Jamie. Who is not only not looking his father in the eye, he’s truly looking downwards for the first time.

Then he flattens his mouth and starts to turn away with his dad going “Huh?”

James grabs Jamie’s left bicep with his own left hand, to swing him back to face him yelling “Don’t turn your back on me” then pushing Jamie while finishing with “you pussy.”

Jamie pushes off from the foot he’d stepped back from his dad with to throw his punch.

James hits the floor, palms stopping his fall, with a groan. He pushes half up onto his hip and puts the back of his hand to his face.

Jamie’s face is in a pained grimace.

He pants out “Jesus god” while glaring venomously up at his son. Which must be when he notices that Jamie is wild eyed and terrified. The grimace is gone and instead he looks stunned.

James laughs before pushing himself up to standing, Jamie’s mouth parts while his dad is saying “Oh, yeah. Okay.”

Once standing, James says “You can have that one for free.” And gets one bounce in while readying his own fist.

Which is when Beard grabs him and says “Time to go.”

While being dragged towards the door, James is still trying to fight Jamie. “You wanna go, big time. Hey? Let’s have it, Jamie!”

Beard almost has him to the door when James screams “Don’t you forget where you came from!” Then Beard gives his “watch the door” warning while pushing James’ head against the door.

Edit 2: @kaph123 asked if James said “balled it” (what cc says and I originally posted despite some questions) or “bottled it” (a more common expression). I did a relisten and it sounded like balled BUT also like the accent might be in play. @itsjustpoopeh listened with better headphones and revealed there was a bit of a stutter which indicates its most likely Mancunian consonant dropping and should be bottled. I changed it above!

Edited to add the comfort we all needed at the reminder of our tender human hearts from @thetarttfuldickhead 🤣

[frownyalfred]

hey what's the link to the fanfic where batman flips a table and asks hal why he was born

Here you go :)

[hesherehesthere]

i've been thinking a lot about roy being on richmond while rupert was owner and cartrick was manager. i'm sure it was hell for everyone, but roy seemed genuinely glad to see rebecca pretty early on (greeting her in the hallways when most people ignored her), and he verbally expressed his distaste for cartrick as a manager on live tv. he's also immediately Alert when ted is hired and is clearly trying to figure out how he's going to handle certain situations. he has a clear shift towards respecting ted more after he benches jamie. it seems like in some ways he was expecting a repeat of cartrick (playing jamie even tho he was a dick, just because he was good). idk what this means, if anything, i've just been thinking about it

[bloodybellarke]

Roy just verbally, out loud, where someone could hear him, where Jamie could hear him said he was proud of Jamie.

[nat-ter]

ok. hear me out. batman and superman having petty rivalry. not bcus they actually hate each other but bcus there's a little misunderstanding going on between them.

the first time they met, superman wanted to impress the other hero (bcus yayy a new friend!) so he might have tried a bit too hard to look impressive to batman by putting on a more confident front than he generally feels.

batman has heard of the new hero in town (or the next one over wtv) and ofc there's this superhuman being who literally shoots laser out of his eyes not to mention the flying thing so in the most batman way possible, he's immediately cautious. and then comes this obnoxious alien to batman's own turf introducing himself as if he expects bruce to bow down to his feet and sing his praises just bcus he can, what, breathe ice? never! so begins the hostility. which took superman by surprise bcus here he comes, looking for partnership, maybe even friendship, but instead getting rude and obnoxious short replies in return.

first time superman is questioned his thoughts on the dark knight, he's honestly taken aback bcus since he hasn't had any contact with the other hero in the public's eye he didn't think ppl would ask him questions about gotham's bat. so, a bit flustered clark kent, in a very un-superman-like way, blurts out, "oh, that. i heard he's human." immediately after which he has to leave the scene bcus there was a tsunami somewhere. and so he unwittingly sets out the verbal war.

next time batman is questioned about his thoughts on superman, instead of leaving without any comment like he usually did, this time he stays and boy does he have something to say. or not, according to his words. but he did say smth and that highly contradicts his own words. "i have nothing to say about a twat in a primary colour who doesn't even know where undergarments go." and so officially begins the war.

clark hates batman bcus he thinks the man is a xenophobe (except he has seen batman interacting with other superbeings just fine and some of them may be meta but still it stings that he's the only one being treated with such hostility). bruce hates superman bcus he thinks the alien is looking down on him for being human with its shortcomings and hey this is a touchy subject for him okay back off. but neither of them actually never make any contact apart from trashing each other to the press whenever they can.

at first it was only pointed remarks that portrayed their distrust for each other like:

"at the end of the day what is batman but a furry with anger issues finding an outlet in the dark?"

"next time, maybe superman should use his ego to topple one of metropolis' finest buildings instead of himself. surely that will get the job done quicker."

but the longer it goes on, the more the two heroes enjoy themselves. and eventually the remarks grows more petty and childish and nothing like what two grown men who fight crimes should even say about each other.

"batman is probably hideous, maybe that's why he wears a mask that only shows the more attractive part of his face."

"who is to say there isn't ugly tentacle-like creatures hiding behind that pristine, god-like face."

unfortunately the longer the war wages, the more it sounds like the two of them are merely flirting in a backhanded way. which drives alfred and martha up the walls. alfred swears that he will leave the manor and maybe become a vegabond if he has to witness master bruce making a fool out of himself by pulling the proverbial ponytail in the playground any longer. martha is mad that her son has supposedly forget all the manners she had painstakingly grilled into him (she demands that clark immediately make peace with the bat but clark is so busy he doesn't even have time to visit his own ma lately and no it's not bcus he's afraid of the disappointed face™ nope. never).

it went from:

"i hardly think batman believes he's above the law, no, rather he believes that he is the law." (which is simply wrong, in bruce's opinion. no, he likes to think that he's operating outside of the law while perfectly abiding to it. alfred finds it dubious but it isn't like bruce will listen to him anyway)

and,

"just because superman can fly, he thinks he's above us. i hardly think any god would run at the sight of a green rock." (which is also wrong, in clark's opinion. he has never run from a fight even when kryptonite is present. lois can seconded it even though she wishes he does run as fast as he can)

to:

"maybe batman should smile more, that'll make him much more attra— i mean, approachable. which, i understand, will dispel the whole dark and broody and bat-themed performance he's got going on, of course, but im just saying, you know, the guy's got a pretty nice chin and—" ("clark!" hissed lois who's hiding among the people superman has just rescued from a burning building, only for superman's ears and shutting the man right up)

and,

"people only trust superman because he's so stupidly handsome." ("wow, B, didn't expect batman to come out like that," sarcastically comments nightwing in batman's comm. batman growls)

it's driving everyone insane. alfred is ready to take a very long, a very well earned vacation, lois wants his best friend to get laid, martha is working up a rant and the two heroes can't seem to figure out their stance on the idea of one another.

[the-atlas-sister]

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ (Older!Damian Wayne x Older!Reader)

Warnings!: drinking, vulgar language, hungover behavior

You didn't intend to get hammered while attending your boyfriend's birthday party, but here you were.

After hearing comment after comment from Damian's rich friends about how you weren't good enough or their snide comments on your status or figure, you just decided, fuck it.

"Ahaha, I think you've had enough," Jonathan said, pulling the glass from your hands. He was the one friend of Damian's that hadn't be verbally ridiculing you throughout the night.

"Noooo, Johnny," you whined, reaching for the glass as he held it farther from you. "Please, I just need one more." You're eyes widened as a waiter walked by the two of you with a whole new tray of drinks. "Or five." You grinned like a madman as you grabbed another glass.

"Okay, y/n, y/n."

"Hm?" Your eyes followed Jonathan as he snapped his fingers. He laughed nervously at your state.

"You just turned 21, you need to stop drinking," he said, smiling awkwardly at your flushed drunk cheeks. "Especially because if you don't Damian might blame me and kill me," he added, pulling your tenth or so drink from your hands.

"Johnny, you're like, Superman," you not-so-whispered, leaning forward for emphasize.

"OH HO HO- yep, that's enough," Jonathan said loudly, sweat beginning to bead on his brow at your words. "We're just saying things now, huh?" Due to his panic he didn't notice you snatch the drinks from his grasp. "Y/n please," he sighed as you downed both drinks.

"Dude, it's good," you slurred, leaning on the boy. "I'm good bro."

"I do not think you're not so forgiving boyfriend would agree," Jonathan said, wrapping an arm around you gently. You felt comfortable, like he was protecting you. "Shot, speaking of which-"

"Dami!" you cheered, noticing your seething boyfriend approaching the two of you. "Hi baby," you slurred, pulling yourself from Jonathan and leaning on Damian.

"What the hell is wrong with her, Kent?" he hissed, holding you close. His question was quickly answered although as the smell of alcohol hit his nose. "Have you been drinking?" He looked down at your flushed face.

"So much!" you said, emphasizing every word. "Did you know, that if you drink, the voices of every single asshole in here, just kind of... floats away? Why did you even hang out with them?"

"Because they're not friends, they are business partners, darling," Damian answered, looking down at you with worried filled eyes. "Just ignore them."

You pouted at him before looking around. Even in your drunk state, you could see the looks the rest of the guests were giving you.

"You know what, I gotta say something," you slurred, pushing away from Damian.

"Wait, no," Jonathan began.

"Y/n, darling, there is nothing you need to say-"

"Hey, all of you!" you yelled, stumbling to the center of the room. You felt your face hear up as everyones eyes landed on your figure. "I don't give a shit what any of you say! I love this man!" You pointed a shaky finger at Damian, making him look at the ground and place a hand on his forehead. "Happy birthday baby! I love the way your nose crinkles all grumpy-like when you pout. I love how beautiful your paintings look and how much you care about animals. I love the way your beautiful eyes sparkle when you smile. I love how you look when you're focused, how your eyebrows crinkle and you hunch over, despite how much you bother me about my posture. I love how hot you look when you smirk and how good you fuck me-"

"OKAY!" Damian interrupted, rushing towards you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the ground.

"He fucks me so good!" you called as you were pulled through the halls of Wayne manor. "Dami, where are we going?" you asked as you noticed the change of setting.

"You're going to bed," Damian said, his face a deep red.

"Nooooo," you whined, watching as your boyfriend pulled you into his lavish bedroom. "Please, noooo. I want to go back to the party."

"You don't need to go back to the party," Damian stated, sitting you down onto his bed.

You watched in your druken state as he gently pulled off your shoes, holding your legs softly as he did. You stared at him as if in some sort of trance, falling deeper in love as he treated you with so much love and care.

"You treat me so well," you cooed as he put you shoes aside. "I love you so much." You allowed the man to rest you against the plush pillows of his bed.

"I love you too, beloved," Damian said, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Now get some sleep."

***

"Holy shit," you groaned, sitting up within a bed you didn't recognize.

"Good morning beloved," Damian's voice chimed through the air.

"Shhhhhhh," you said, throwing the covers back over your head. "Too loud." Damian chuckled slightly and you felt the bed lower as he sat down. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Damian asked, pulling away the cover gently. He handed you a large cup of water, which you reluctantly took.

"Oh god, what did I do?" you groaned, holding your head in your free hand.

"You may have announced how well I make love to you in front of my family, friends and business partners," Damian stated.

"Oh god, oh god sweetie," you said, throwing your head back. "I'm so sorry, you must be so upset with me."

"Oh very, but that's something for after you’re no longer hungover," Damian said, kissing the side of your neck lovingly.

"You treat me too well."

"I know beloved."

[alfredsolos]

There is a new villain in DC and he is fucking dangerous.

His name is Insomnia and he has the ability to manipulate and cause nightmares. He gained his powers when a volcano in the Lazarus Island exploded (he wasn't the only one who gained powers, a lot of people including Jon Kent gained powers during this arc).

Another important thing to note is that, Insomnia knows everyones secrets and superhero identities. And he is torturing everyone using them. Like Batman with his parents being murdered.

Let me show you how traumatising his powers can be:

Insomnia tortures Tim with the death of his father over and over. As mentioned above, Tim tries and fails to save his father more than 52 times. Which causes him to stop trying to save his dad and instead have a mental breakdown in his 'bedroom'.

And this isn't like fear gas. It can't be cured or surpressed. There is a person behind all this who makes sure everything is moving along perfectly and verbally abuses the victim.

There is also the fact that multiple people can be present in a person's nightmare, as a contrast to the fear gas who works individually inside a person's head.

For example in this issue, Insomnia brings Jason and Tim together inside the nightmare world.

Although they get seperated into their own nightmares, it could be possible for them to go through a nightmare together. Which I suppose would be way more traumatic than going in alone, as another person can view your deepest fears and shames.

Currently a lot of heroes and villains are in this arc. But amongst the Batfam; Jason, Tim, Bruce and Damian are going through the nightmare realm right now. I think Dick will also have a story too, but we'll see.

I just think that we should start including Insomnia in our fandom more, as he can play big roles in the 'fanon'.

[makethatelevenrings]

Day 5: Choking w/ Roy Kent

hey btw there's been an increase in strokes in young women due to people incorrectly choking partners in bed!! do ur fucking research!!! do not use tiktok as a proper resource!!!!

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“The fucking mouth on you,” Roy snarled as you stormed into his townhome. You tossed your clutch and keys on the sideboard and bent down to fumble with the clasps of your heels. Because you were pissed off, you also threw a glare over your shoulder at your husband.

“Oh, it’s my fucking mouth that’s the issue, is it?” you snapped. “You didn’t seem to have an issue running yours while you talked with Jenny fucking Michaels.”

He scoffed but bent down to work on removing your shoes for you. “You can’t be serious. You’re jealous of Sky Sports' most insufferable interviewer?”

“I’m mad at the fact that my husband spent the entire night chatting with anyone and anything that moved and didn’t even look in my direction for the entire. fucking. night.” You knew you were being childish and immature. You knew there was no reason to be jealous. You knew that Roy treated you as though you hung the fucking moon and stars.

But you looked damn good and he hadn’t said a word.

Roy finally released you from the confines of those blasted heels and they clattered to the floor, the final burst of sound before silence overtook your house. Your chest rose and fell heavily as you stared at him, chin raised and eyes blazing with defiant fire.

“I don’t expect much, Roy Kent, but I at least could appreciate a compliment,” you finally said. Anger lined your words, but there was an underlying insecurity that rested there as well. You were married to one of the most famous names in football. Women and men fawned after him. At what point would he grow bored of you?

“So that’s what this is about,” Roy said gruffly. Shame built in your veins and flashed through your chest. All the fire died from your body and instead you were flooded with embarrassment. You turned to walk away, head for the safety of your closet where you could strip out of the tight evening gown you were in and change into one of Roy’s shirts and some soft cotton shorts.

His hand clasped around your bicep and then he was turning you around and crowding you up against the wall of the entryway. You gasped at the suddenness of his movement and Roy savored the small, sweet noise that escaped you. He ducked his head down, peppering small kisses along your exposed collarbone.

“I couldn’t look at you because if I did, I would have bent you over the nearest surface and fucked you in front of all those people. You look divine, darling.” You released a shaky exhale at his words and raised your head to meet his burning gaze.

“No one, especially not Jenny fucking Michaels, could ever make me as hard as you do.” He grabbed your hand and pressed it against the firm outline of his cock that tented the front of his tuxedo pants. You inhaled sharply and his eyes caught the way your throat bobbed. Roy moved his hand to rest against your throat and he pressed down on the sides, your eyes sliding up and back into your head as you finally released all control to him. His head lowered until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, darling. I’m going to fuck all those thoughts out of your head until you’re only crying my name. How does that sound, hm?”

He knew you couldn’t answer verbally. Not with the way he pressed down on your throat in that controlled, clinical manner of his (because Roy had done his research and he would never, ever inadvertently harm you). You reached up and fisted the lapels of his jacket and nodded as best as you could against his hold.

“That’s a good girl.” Roy released you and then turned you towards the direction of the stairs. “You first, darling. I want to see that pretty little arse.”

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Character for the unpublished fix bits game: Kara Zor-El

It takes some effort, but Kara learns the aliens’ names after she and Kal finish their “pye”. The possibly female one is “Ma Martha”, and the possibly male one is “Pa Jonathan”. They both identify themselves as “Kent”, though she’s not sure if that’s another name and they’re either married or related, or if it’s the local word for “farmer” or “Laborer”. It’s unclear.

They don’t look related, but she doesn’t really know how “related” this species would look to each other anyway. The colors of their skins are similar, at least, although their hair doesn’t match–Ma Martha’s is an oddly neutral brown, and Pa Jonathan’s is an even more oddly dark blond. Kara’s never seen hair in such faded colors. Her own is bright as this planet’s sunlight, and Kal’s is as black as the space between stars. And both of their eyes are the El blue, of course.

Pa Jonathan’s eyes are blue too, but a washed-out shade of it. And Ma Martha’s are brown, which is so exotic and unusual that Kara has a little bit of trouble not staring too much. They’re very warm and very soft, though, and she likes how they look.

They’re both middle-aged, she thinks, or at least strongly resemble the Kryptonian version of middle-aged. Their clothes are soft and shapeless, with very little structure or sign of formality to the garments, though Kara supposes they might be some sort of sleepwear? She and Kal did crash very early in this planet’s morning, from what she can tell.

She tells them her name and Kal’s, though they pronounce them a bit oddly. She’s sure she’s pronouncing theirs oddly too, so it’s not as if it’s an insult. They say their names all at once, though, as if they’re singular words–”Karazorel” and “Kalel”, almost. She manages to get them both down to “Kara” and “Kal”, and they get her down to “Ma” and “Pa”, so she supposes “Martha” and “Jonathan” are their surnames, and “Kent” does mean “Laborer”. Kal isn’t verbal enough to get to any of it, of course, but laughs sweetly as he listens to them all exchanging names and sounds back and forth.

Kara crushes down the grief again and wonders how long it’ll be until he cries for Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor. He’ll miss them soon, she’s sure. He’s a sweet, good-natured little thing, but he’s not even old enough to walk properly yet. And they’re his parents.

She only hasn’t cried for her own because she doesn’t have the room to. Not until she’s sure they’re somewhere safe, and that Kal is going to be alright. That she can take care of him here, however she has to.

Who knows, maybe this farm needs some more “Kents” on it.

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“…PRACTICE…cause…” normally he was aces at ignoring being yelled at. Actually listening normally meant responding which was a great way to get hit more. ‘Keep your trap shut’ is his self-directed version of his dad’s favorite warning to ‘stay down!’

“…JAMIE…” and he fucking jumped. It wasn’t even like he thought someone was calling his name. That would require a response. He knew it was just his name being referenced. Couldn’t repeat the sentence back but his body paid attention to sound cues when his mind refused to do it. Being talked to versus talked at is very different.

He was generally on autopilot for this whole part. Most of the time he wasn’t trying to piss someone off so much that they felt compelled to take action. Roy didn’t count, breathing too hard could set the man off. But he still pissed enough people off that he had a whole system down. For when it was normal people, at least. It was a whole other system tailored to when it was his dad.

But his name was just yelled, by a man standing over him, -that had power over him- only a few hours after his da’ finally fucked off. His brain was treating it differently this time. Which he didn’t appreciate at all. It was something the doc had warned about, when Pep made him check in with a brain doctor the year before.

A flashback. He was having a flashback. Or lots of mini ones cause it’s flickering, right? Dad, Ted, Dad, Ted. They weren’t really nothing alike. He’s never once thought Ted was gonna deck him. But their faces were mixing together and then Ted was raising his hand.

Why was Ted blurry?

Oh he was crying.

That’s bad.

And then he was on the ground because he’d flinched back so hard he fell on his ass in front of everyone. Maybe he could just lay down and die here. But a shadow moved towards him and his fatalism got shunted to the side.

“I’m sorry! Fuck. I’m normally much better at being yelled at.”

“What? No, no Jamie,” it was Ted. Of course it was Ted. If his dad had been there his brain wouldn’t have let him talked out of turn like that. “I’m apologizing-”

[deardarlingthings]

I needed to make a post off of this one because... it just explains so much more. This hits so many new tones now- this show is known for their layers and callbacks and now going back to that moment even though it was wrong, he made Keeley practically bid for him as a trauma response. He had another lady he knew bid on him, almost guarantied as a safety net. This man has never known a lick of peace as a child. As a teen. Hell, his father took him to the redlight district to become a man at fourteen years old. A night that Jamie even now, comes to barely remember most likely because he blocked it out. Hell, if he was in the district, god knows if his father was making him do to forget or to be more of a man. a child being forced to lose his virginity to an adult because a parent said that was what you needed to be a man. From a man who abused him constantly. Verbally. Physically. Mentally. Every form imaginable up to present day. Topping that- his mother wasn't exactly in the picture- did she know how bad he was and left him with his father? His mother never fought for him. He has been alone. Building those walls to be like his dad because no one ever messed with him. Jamie Tartt as far as we know, up until AFC Richmond, has not known a father figure, a friend, no support system, no healthy relationships. The one person he found solace in as a kid, the man who he had a poster of on his wall, and someone who coached him one on one for several months while knowing he was being used as an emotional punching bag {and dealt with because in a sense, trauma response, used to it}, feels safe enough to tell him this. Feels free enough around him. Jamie found sanctuary in the one man who he idolized for years. and you bet your ass Roy Kent will protect his loved ones and family. Jamie has found a family in Richmond, and has found that and more in Roy fuckin' Kent.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: set during season 1 Roy and Jamie get into another fight after everyone else has gone home for the day. The fight turns physical with them tussling on the floor, only for things to take a sharp left turn into the two of them intimately touching each other. Roy takes Jamie home with him and shows him that trick with his hips that leaves Jamie gasping. S1 goes a bit different with Roy and Jamie falling irrevocably in love instead

Hehehehehe you got it 🫡

Christ Roy is such a prick, Jamie can’t even think about the fact he’s hot. He’s such a prick.

“Shove over I need that bottle.”

“Fuck off Roy.”

Roy shoves Jamie’s shoulder, they are the only ones there or else they’d be pulled apart by now. Jamie slaps Roy’s chest.

Roy Grabs Jamies shirt and drags him back outside, “we are fighting now.” Jamie stands there for a second, he shoves Roy. Christ that feels good.

It escalates until they are both on the ground. Jamie is under Roy but had a handful of his hair. Roy has a leg between Jamie’s. He presses Jamie down.

Jamie let’s out an accidental moan. Fuck. “Fuck.”

Roy freezes when that noise was so obvious. He looks into Jamie’s eyes for a second, then he slams into Jamie, god Jamie has never been kissed like this before.

Roy pulls away. “No. Come home with me. Now. Hurry up.”

He leaves Jamie there to pick himself up, Jamie refuses to admit how fast he takes off after Roy.

———

They slam into Roy’s house, Jamie shoves Roy into the wall just for Roy to flip them around a second later. He kisses Jamie for a while, it starts to soften.

Jamie bites Roy’s lip.

Roy smacks Jamie’s ass. Jamie refuses to acknowledge the squeak he makes. Roy smirks, he drags Jamie into his bedroom.

—

Who knew old man hips could move like that.

Jamie lays there sticky. They both knew they were clean, figured why bother with a condom. Jamie underestimated Roy’s possessive streak.

He’s got bite marks with marks. He has finger shaped bruises on his hips and those are something he’s going to be pressing into later.

Jamie sits up, he goes to throw his legs over the side of the bed but Roy’s hand on his thigh stops him.

“Stay. I’ll make us dinner later, we can talk.”

Jamie blinks that sure sounds like a date. He verbalizes this to Roy who just snorts. “Obviously. Clearly we are great together. You’re hot I’m hot. We are definitely doing this again.”

Oh shit.

Jamie really should play the lottery if he’s achieving childhood dreams like this.

“Oh mint okay.” He lays back down. He’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch Roy. Almost like he can read minds Roy throws an arm around Jamie’s waist and pulls him back against his chest. “Take a nap Tartt, I’m not done with you.”

Jamie smiles. Who knew Roy Kent would cuddle. He closes his eyes. He knows they’ll be a great pair, maybe all their hate was even love.

He knows it was on his end at least. He guesses he’ll find out about Roy’s opinions on the merger later.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Praise You

Rating: G, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 500

Summary: For @lilacprincessofrecovery; Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Warnings: self-doubt, talking down about one’s body, cavity-causing fluff

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

My Masterlist 

Clark Kent may have been the best thing that ever happened to you. He made you laugh, he surprised you with gifts and gestures, and he helped you to learn to love yourself. 

For every moment of self-doubt that made your heart race, he was there to soothe and heal your wounds. With every negative comment you had about your body, he would kiss and caress the area, letting you know exactly why he loved it.

He would watch you stare at your face from different angles in the bathroom mirror, then make you giggle by pressing kisses into your flesh quickly. He indeed was an amazing partner, always there to contradict your worry and praise you. 

‘I just wish my stomach was flat,’ you would say, just for Clark to reply, ‘But then, what would I grab onto while I’m holding you?’

‘Maybe if my thighs weren’t so jiggly,’ you lament, Clark, countering with, ‘But they are the perfect size for my hands.’

He could bring you joy like no one else has before. Dancing with you to old love songs, his lack of dancing skills left you in shambles with laughter. Burning dinner by accident and having to use his super-breath to put out the flames on his casserole. He had wanted to surprise you with dinner after you had a rough day. 

Where he failed at dancing and cooking, he excelled at expressing himself verbally and in the written word. He loved to leave you sweet love notes around the house, especially on every mirror in the house.

‘I may gain strength from the Sun, but you are the true light of my life. 

I love every part of you, more and more with every day.

xoxo, Clark’

‘I can hear your heartbeat from across the world, like a beacon drawing me home.

I can safely say it is my favorite sound, it is music to my ears.

xoxo, Clark’

‘You are the best thing to ever happen to me.

My past, present, and future begin and end with you.

I would fly to the ends of the Earth just to pick you a rare flower to make you smile.

You just say the word and I will bring you whatever you desire.

You are my world, you are my love, and you are my hope.

xoxo, Clark’

You kept all of them in a small decorative box on your vanity. Whenever you would feel melancholy, you would take out each letter and read them aloud, feeling the love he put into every word. You knew wherever he was in the world, he could hear you reading them so you were never surprised when he would whoosh in to check on you. 

He would wipe your tears and kiss your forehead. Hushing your cries with soothing words, he would cradle you in his arms. You felt so safe in his strong arms as if the entire world around you didn’t matter.

Clark Kent. The love of your life.

A/N: To my sweet @lilacprincessofrecovery, I hope you enjoy this story and I am very glad to have made a friend in you. 💙❤️

Tags: @astheskycries @enchantedbytomandhenry