#roy kent reader insert
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Words:1478
Pairing:Ted Lasso x Reader
Summary: The surprises continue with Mr. Roy Kent as he and Reader settle in for their first evening living together.
Author’s Note: Last NPLH update for the evening my friends! This has been a triple upload, and as I stated in pt 23, Ao3 will likely have the most up to date version of this story (currently at 32 Chapters) so if you find you just can’t wait for updates, you can find the newest chapters here. Otherwise I will continue to update Tumblr in 2-3 Chapter chunks so as to not spam my non-Ted Lasso Readers.
You didn’t even manage to make it halfway through Batman before your eyes began to droop. It certainly wasn’t the most action packed of the Tim Burton batman films, but the campy film was also not like the Rom Coms that usually made up your movie nights with Ted. You leaned your head onto Roy’s shoulder, hoping the change in position would help you stay awake. If your body wasn’t fighting so hard to stay upright, you reasoned. Roy looked down to make sure your eyes were still open but said nothing.
Twenty minutes later there was still another forty-three minutes left of the film. You imagined enough time had not passed that Roy would allow you to sleep. That thought alone was enough for you to sigh loudly. Roy looked down at you again.
“You can lay down.” He said. “But I’ll have to wake you every hour.” Roy didn’t move or readjust himself.
“I’ll take what I can get.” You yawned. You got up from the couch and started towards the floating stairs.
“Oi!” Roy called after you. “Careful on those stairs. They ain’t got no railing. Wouldn’t want you falling off, you can’t brace yourself with that chicken arm.”
“Ha, now I know why your sister is the nurse and not you.” You told Roy. “Your bedside manner sucks.” This earned a genuine laugh from him.
“C’mon lay down on the couch.” Roy said, getting up. “I’ll go fetch you a blanket.”
Roy jogged up the stairs two steps at a time while you crawled your way back to the couch. It seemed you were even more tired than you’d thought. Your arm was sore. In fact, your muscles all over ached. You closed your eyes. You were nearly asleep before Roy returned with a dark black duvet.
“Am I supposed to stand here through the rest of the movie?” Roy grumbled.
“You’re the worst nurse ever.” You complained, already sitting up, which was a struggle given you only had one arm. Roy sat back down at the end of the couch. He covered you with the duvet and gestured for you to lie back down. You placed your head in his lap and looked back at the TV. You felt Roy’s hands begin to comb through your hair.
“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me.” He mumbled. “Now you’ve got a broken heart and a broken arm.”
“They’re healing, my heart and my arm and you’re not to blame for either one so I don’t expect you to be the one to put them back together. I’ve known for a long time that Ted and I, we’re probably never going to happen. My arm was entirely from me never knowing when to quit. Guess the situation with Ted is too. I don’t want to talk about any of that shit anymore.”
Roy’s eyebrows shot in the air. He was certain that was the first time he’d heard you swear. You simply snuggled into the dark comforter, breathing in Roy’s scent that had been trapped inside it. You cradled your broken arm with the hand of your good one and closed your eyes.
“All things considered; it was a pretty good date for ten-thousand-pounds. Maybe next year, I’ll bid on you again.” You yawned.
“I want to kiss you, so fucking bad.” Roy mumbled. That was enough for your eyes to shoot open. “Sorry.” He mumbled. “I just…I dunknow.” He blinked. You tried to sit up. Roy helped you this time, one hand hovering on your lower back.
“So do it.” You whispered. “Kiss me, Roy Kent.” And then he did. Kissing Roy was different than kissing Ted. Your kiss with Ted had felt like two magnets crashing together, polarized ends finding each other after being pulled apart for a long time. Kissing Roy was like a starlight. There was hunger, burring everything in its wake, but it would fizzle out. There was no substance, nothing solid.
“That, was fucking amazing.” He remarked, when you finally came up for air.
“Then we should do it again sometime.” You smiled. “Just not now, because I’m exhausted.” You put your head back in his lap.
“Get some sleep.” He ordered. “I’ll wake you in an hour.” Roy’s fingers were once again combing through your tendrils of hair.
As promised Roy woke you ever hour to make sure you hadn’t lapsed into a coma. After two or three times he seemed satisfied enough to suggest it would be safe enough for you to sleep in an actual bed. He collected his comforter and walked with you. He offered to carry you up the stairs, but you declined. So he stood on the outside, where the was no railing, just to be sure you didn’t fall off.
“You could join me in here.” He nodded to his bedroom when you reached the top of the stairs. “It’ll be easier for me to make sure you’re still breathing.”
“Okay.” You nodded. “Okay yeah.” You smiled. You followed Roy to the bedroom. He riffled through his drawers before tossing you one of his old t-shirts. You changed as he kindly avoided your gaze, striping himself down to just his boxers. There was a brief thought of Oh, we’re really doing this. To yourself before you climbed into the bed.
“This doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.” He said carefully.
“Roy,” You whispered his name, resting your head on the pillow next to his. “Shut up and kiss me.”
You woke up the next morning in Roy’s bed. He was awake already, reading a book. He seemed to notice you were awake as soon as you’d begun to stir.
“I was just about to wake you.” He folded the top corner to mark his page before closing the book. “It’s time to take your med again.” He handed you a glass and your bottle of medication. “You planning on coming to work today?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” You questioned taking the medication.
“You broke your arm.” Roy shrugged. “it’s a good enough reason as any to skive off work. And To avoid seeing Lasso.”
“As much as I would love that, I think I should still go to work.” You got out of bed. “You mind if I shower first? I think it’s going to take me longer than usual to get ready with this.”
“You think I’ve got this massive house and only one shower?” Roy chucked.
“Well, I have it on good authority from the homeowner that the water pressure here is shit.” You shrugged. “So maybe I should wait till we get to work.”
“You gonna need help showering?” He smirked. Coming from the mouth of almost every other man you’d known, it would have been an outright sexually explicit suggestion. But even half naked in the bed, you could tell that Roy was asking in an attempt to supportive and helpful first. Any other implications would be a bonus.
“I’ll figure it out.” You told him. “Hang on, you’ve got more than one shower and you still come in early to work and shower there? Why?”
“It’s for good luck.” He shrugged.
“I…what? Footballers.” You muttered to yourself before leaving the room.
You showered in the bathroom down the hall, which was harder than you anticipated, having only one fully functional arm. (Even if Roy had made sure you were given a waterproof cast.) You dressed in the guest room your stuff was in where the bed remained untouched from the night before. You tried to button your pants without the use of one thumb. It was annoying enough of a process you considered calling to Roy for help.
Roy. You knew no matter what the kisses you exchanged the night before, although they’d been just kisses, they changed things between you and Roy. As the sun began to rise, so did the clarity that came with early mornings. Had you jeopardized your chance at an actual friendship, because you knew in your heart that you didn’t love Roy? Could you grow to love him? Would he even want you do? Perhaps this was your chance to try something new. No strings attached. No whispered promises or expectations.
“Oi!” Roy shouted from the other side of the door. “You coming to work or not? I want to get there before that prick Jamie Tartt parks in my favorite spot!”
“I didn’t realize parking spots were such a point of contention for you.” You laughed, opening the door. “I need help buttoning my pants.”
“Course you do.” Roy reached over, buttoned your pants as simply as if you’d asked him to brush an eyelash from your cheek. He kissed you on the forehead and began walking down the hall. “I’m gonna start the car. If you’re not outside in five minutes, I’m leaving you here.”
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