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Something There (Chapter 8)

6.7k words

Roy Kent x Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, angst, mentions of slut-shaming and double standards, horrible reporters being horrible, pining, finally some fluff!!!

A/N: This is probably my favorite chapter so far, and has some of my favorite scenes I've ever written!! My heart is HAPPY!!

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I understood; I understood completely.

Ted Lasso was warm, and kind, and fun. He looked at a person like they mattered and listened with genuine interest. He made you feel like he’d have your back and believed in you.

Ted Lasso was exactly what I needed.

After chatting over drinks about our backgrounds and careers, delving into our shared deep love for sports and coaching, he finally broached the subject that had been plaguing me nonstop for what felt like an eternity.

“So. How’re you doing? With all this… hullabaloo?”

He was too kind and polite to even name the hell I was living in.

A grimace crossed my face as I lifted my beer to my lips, trying to delay answering the question for as long as possible while those patient eyes gazed at me. Finally, I had no choice but to fill the silence. “I am… okay,” I finally mumbled. “Trying to just focus on the team, you know?”

Ted nodded, watching me carefully. “I completely understand,” he hummed. “Well, I mean, not completely of course. It’s mighty unfair the way they talk about you. But…” He shrugged, giving a small pop with his mouth. “I mean, they weren’t exactly nice to me when I got here. The press, the team, hell, even Becca.” His face softened at those last couple of words. “But, eyes on the prize, as they say.” He patted my hand gently, a paternal touch I didn’t realize I needed. “Now, like I said, I don’t totally understand what you’re going through. But if you need someone who has some small idea, well, I’m here.”

“Thank you, Ted,” I murmured. “I really appreciate it.”

He shrugged, turning his attention to glance around the pub. “Anytime, Clementine.”

After a moment, I opened my mouth again. “I’ve just waited my whole life for this. To be a role model, more than a pretty face that runs fast. Sometimes that’s all I felt like back when I played. And being a coach, well everything depends on my brain, you know?” Ted’s understanding nod urged me on. “And I was finally doing it. I was winning, and because England actually gives some semblance of a crap about soccer, people started to know who I was. And then…” A big breath left my lungs. “And then this… thing happens, and it’s like nothing else matters. Olympic medals, World Cups, national titles, win streaks. Nope. Everyone thinks I’m just another Roy Kent girl.”

“You’re not just another Roy Kent girl,” Ted assured me. “It might feel like it, whatever that means, but you’re not. You’re Coach Buck, for Pete’s sake.” His smile warmed all the cold parts of my heart that had developed since Keeley first showed me the photos. “And it might feel like everyone thinks so, but I can tell you for a fact it’s not true.” He pulled out his phone and showed me the freckle-faced kid who took up his lock screen. “My boy has not stopped asking about you since I got here. Kid thinks you’re the absolute bee’s knees, Coach. He doesn’t care about these stupid headlines or what you do off the field. Heck, he even told me I should ask you for some coaching pointers.”

Beer nearly shot out of my nose as I let out a thankful laugh. “Ted Lasso, you have no idea how badly I needed to hear that.”

“Sure, I do.” He bumped his shoulder into mine. “Sometimes, ya just need a reminder about why we do what we do. To inspire other people to be their best selves.” He nodded towards his phone before pocketing it. “And you sure as heck inspire this kid. And I’m willing to bet he ain’t the only one.”

I stared at him for a moment. “You know… If you want, we could Facetime him while you’re here. If you think he’d like that, I mean.”

Lasso’s smile lit up the whole pub. “He’d love that, Coach.”

“Hey, Coach. Ready for that chat?”

A growl escaped Roy’s throat as Ted entered the empty office. “No,” he huffed, turning his attention back to the playbook on his desk.

Ignoring Roy’s scowl, not for the first time since they’d met, Ted plopped himself down on Beard’s desk, eyebrows raised. “I know what you need,” he announced, leaning over to grab the phone off Roy’s desk. “Better get some bones and treats, because I’m calling the Diamond Dogs.”

Before Roy could protest, Ted had called Higgins and texted Nate and Beard; almost instantly the office was filled with the sounds of howling and barking that Roy was sure anyone who was still in the building could hear. The men assembled, closing doors and perching themselves in chairs and against walls, eyes expectantly trained on Roy, as if they already knew the reason for this meeting.

When Roy glared at Ted, the American knew he’d have to get the ball rolling.

“Diamond Dogs,” he announced, “as y’all know, our favorite junkyard dog here has been goin’ through somethin’. I bet he could use some friendly ears to bark at.” He nodded to Roy. “Coach?”

There was no getting out of this. Roy knew that. So, he might as well get it over with.

“Yeah.” He turned his chair and plopped his feet on his desk, trying to keep up his uncaring demeanor. “You all fucking know. Fucking photos, fucking paparazzi and reporters, blah blah blah.” He nodded to Ted, whose face was stupidly supportive. “There. Done.”

Nate cleared his throat. “What about you and Coach Buck?”

It was probably the harshest scowl Roy had given in a long time. “What about me and Coach Buck?” His chest felt tight just saying her name out loud.

“Well…” Nate’s eyes were on the ceiling. “I mean, the two of you were getting kind of close, weren’t you? Before all this happened?” He seemed to shrink slightly under Roy’s glare. “Weren’t you?”

“We’re not close,” Roy spat. “So, dunno what there is to talk about.”

Beard sighed and narrowed his eyes at Roy. “How about we talk about how unhappy you’ve been ever since this all went down? How about we talk about the fact that you slept with her- don’t make that face at me, neither of you have denied it- and now you both look like the most miserable people in the world? Let’s talk about that.”

Before Roy could argue, Higgins cleared his throat. “Roy, have you tried, I don’t know, talking to the poor girl?”

Was there a way to renounce his membership from the fucking Diamond Dogs? “As a matter of fact, we have talked. And she wants nothing to do with me. So, again, what’s the point in any of this?”

Ted cleared his throat. “If I may, Coach, it sure didn’t look like she wanted nothing to do with ya when I saw y’all in the parking lot.” His face was soft. “She seemed pretty grateful for your help, actually. Did everything but call you her knight in shining armor when she told me about that paparazzo.”

Roy rolled his eyes, hating the blush on his face for betraying him. “Yeah, well, that’s about all I’m good for probably.” He stared at his shoes for a moment, scrunching his nose. “Just hate seeing her so fucking miserable,” he heard himself admit quietly. “It’s not really fair, this shit. All that ‘takes two to tango’ shit, but no one’s saying a word about me. It’s stupid as hell.” Dammit, he was ranting now. “And I just want to fucking fix everything but I can’t.”

“You could be her friend,” Ted said quietly. “It sounds like she could really use more of those right now.” He cleared his throat. “You know, I told her all about how Henry just really admires her- heck, I think there might be a little crush there too- and let me tell you, she looked so relieved to hear that. We actually FaceTimed him earlier today before he went to school, and man she was almost as jazzed as he was.” Ted shrugged.

Higgins nodded. “I think she just needs to feel supported and respected right now.” He cocked his head at Roy. “Just give her that, Roy. The rest will follow.”

“The fuck do you mean ‘the rest’-?”

The sound of a door opening had the men jumping. Through the window, Roy could see Buck stroll into her office, sipping her water bottle and looking at something on her phone. She froze, as if she could feel the eyes of the Diamond Dogs on her. She blinked several times when she looked up and saw the Greyhounds office filled with men staring. With her eyes on Roy, she gave a small, awkward wave before sitting at her desk and turning to her computer.

Ted smiled at Roy. “Diamond Dogs, dismissed.”

With soft barks and yaps, the men dispersed, ready to call it a day and go home. Roy sat at his desk, staring through that window, watching her type away. He thought about what they’d said; for some reason, he felt struck by Ted’s mention of Henry. Not quite sure what he was doing, Roy stood and approached the door that separated their offices. He opened it softly, raising his eyebrows when she turned around to look at him.

“Knock, knock,” he mumbled stupidly.

Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but Roy would take what he could get. “Hey, Coach.” She wrinkled her nose. “What the fuck was all that barking?”

“Barking? What barking?” Roy entered the office and perched on Lucas’s desk, feigning ignorance as he stared at the too-pretty manager.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” she chuckled with an eyeroll. “Need something? I’m just trying to finish a couple emails before I head out.”

Roy studied her face for a moment. His gaze briefly flickered to her Brandi Chastain poster before returning to those eyes that made his insides squirm. “Would you want to come meet Phoebe’s football team?”

She blinked a few times. “Phoebe’s team?” she echoed.

He nodded, feeling good about himself for once. “Yeah. She asked me a while ago about inviting you, hasn’t shut up about you since the charity game actually.” He shrugged. “I think it’d be… fun.”

The hesitation in her eyes was heartbreaking. “Oh, I don’t know, Roy…” She bit her lip. “What if the parents don’t like me being there?”

Fuck, her voice was tiny. “If they don’t like the idea of a fucking Olympic champion watching their daughter’s football practice, they can deal with me,” he huffed. “What d’you say? Want to make me the coolest uncle in the world?”

“Well, in that case.” A genuine little smile graced her face. “Alright. Fine. I’m there.”

Leaving the Dog Track to go meet Roy and the girls’ team, I felt that familiar mixture of excitement and anxiety, the kind I got before games, or before an important meeting. It was a good feeling; I hadn’t had it in a while. My phone vibrating interrupted my reflecting on why this practice had me so wound-up.

“Hello?”

“Hey there.” I could hear Geroge’s smile through the phone. “I know it’s last minute, but I wanted to see if you’d want to grab dinner tonight?”

I cleared my throat as I started my walk towards the address Roy had given me. “Oh, sorry, not tonight, George. I’ve got plans.”

The disappointment in his voice was kind of sweet. “No problem. Anything exciting?”

Why did I feel weird telling him?

“Kent invited me to come meet his niece’s team,” I explained slowly. “So I’m heading on over to the school to go see their practice, say hello to the girls. Should be fun.” I tried to keep my voice light and casual, as if this was a totally normal thing to do.

Goerge was silent for a moment. “Oh. That’s lovely of you.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t you think it’s a little risky though? Being out like that? Someone might see the two of you, take some pictures…”

I passed a Whippets advertisement, one that had yet to be graffitied. “I mean, it’s a kids’ soccer practice. I doubt the press’ll be there,” I pointed out with a huffy chuckle. “And honestly, I don’t really care if anyone sees. What can they say about me visiting a girls’ team that they didn’t already say about me going into Roy Kent’s house?”

Another silence came, the same one that usually followed references to the fact that I’d slept with Roy; I hadn’t directly told George that I had, he hadn’t directly asked, but it wasn’t difficult to figure out. It was clearly not something George liked thinking about, and it was something I did my best to avoid bringing up. But for some reason, it slipped out now.

“Well,” he finally murmured. “I think you’ll have a good time. Should be a fun little evening with the kids… and Kent.” He paused. “Call me later?”

“Sure,” I hummed, hating the sinking feeling that I’d done something wrong. “Talk to you later.” I shoved my phone into my pocket and continued my walk, trying to ignore whatever that phone call was and focus instead on the evening ahead of me.

When I finally arrived at the school field, I realized my heart was hammering. It was kind of ridiculous; I’d done school visits and things like that. I’d spoken in front of crowds of students and young athletes. But for some reason, visiting one little girls’ soccer team had me feeling the way I did before stepping onto the field for the World Cup: anxious, unable to breathe.

But a high-pitched squeal immediately brought a smile to my face.

“Coach Buck!”

With a small wave, I approached the group of girls that were passing and warming up; immediately, I was tackled by a familiar blonde.

“Hey, Pheobe,” I chuckled, hugging her back. “How’ve you been?”

She beamed up at me. “Good! I’m so glad you came. I’ve been asking and asking Uncle Roy to invite you. And-”

“And she’s fucking here, ain’t she?” Roy wrapped an arm around Phoebe and shoved her aside. “Go warm up, you.” As Phoebe scampered away, he nodded to me. “Coach.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at him. “Coach.”

He cleared his throat, suddenly the picture of nervousness. “Right. So, I was thinking, I’d introduce you to the team, you could say a few words if you want, and maybe you could help run training? Unless you’d rather just watch. Either way’s fine with me.”

“I’d love to help.”

His face turned relieved. “Great.” He turned towards the group of girls, who were more interested in us than in their warmup. “Oi! Huddle up!” As soon as the girls were gathered around, Roy nodded curtly at me. “This here’s Coach Buck. She manages the Richmond Whippets. And, in case Phoebe here hasn’t already told you, she’s a World Cup champion and has an Olympic gold medal.” The excited buzzing from the girls had me fighting a smile- and it looked like Roy was fighting one too. “She wanted to come say hello to you all and help with practice. Sound good?”

“Yes, Coach!”

Roy raised an eyebrow at me. “Coach?”

With a deep breath, I took a step forward, willing myself to gaze at the little faces staring back with solemn expressions of excitement and awe. “Hello, ladies,” I greeted, putting on my best smile. “Roy- Coach Kent- has told me that you are probably the best team he coaches.” Their little giggles began to put me at ease. “And I am so excited to get to hang out with you today and see what you’ve got!”

The next hour was the best one I’d had since I moved to England- probably one of the best hours of my entire life. The girls were more than talented- they were enthusiastic, fierce, passionate, determined, fearless, everything I remembered being at their age. They played as if there was no such thing as losing or getting hurt. Every mistake was an opportunity to get better, every success was meant to be exceeded. By the end of practice, I knew every girl’s name and felt a tug in my heart when they called me “Coach”.

“Uncle Roy,” Phoebe hummed as he gathered the team at the end of practice. “Can we try to get past you?”

Roy glanced in my direction before shrugging. “You girls really want to play?”

The resounding YES had me wondering what ‘getting past’ Roy meant. As if she could sense my curiosity, Phoebe tugged my hand.

“You’re going to love this, Coach Buck,” she gushed. “It’s our favorite!”

The girls lined up, bouncing with excitement, while Roy grabbed a ball and jogged towards one of the goals made of a couple of cones. With the ease of someone who’d done this dozens of times, he rolled the ball to Kokoruda, who was first in line. She immediately began dribbling towards Roy and made a respectable attempt to score on the experienced player.

“Next!” he barked after kicking the ball out of bounds.

One by one, the girls tried to score on Roy; and each one failed.

“You don’t go easy on them?” I probed as I trotted over to Roy to return another ball to him.

He caught the ball with ease. “Fuck no,” he chuckled. “Their opponents won’t ever go easy on ‘em, will they? Why should I?”

Before I could concede that he had a point, Phoebe called out, “Coach Bucky! You should try!”

With a smirk, Roy tossed the ball back to me. “Yeah, Coach Bucky. You should try.”

Maybe it was being around the girls, maybe it was the cockiness on Roy Kent’s face. Maybe it was something else. “Fine, I’ll try,” I shot back, taking my place at the front of the line. I looked at the girls. “Any of you ever get it past him?” When they all shook their heads, my grin grew. “Well, guess he’s due for a loss then.”

I stood with my foot on top of the ball for a moment, just staring down Roy Kent. He narrowed his eyes playfully, a smile almost breaking through his serious glare. With a deep breath, I began dribbling, wondering when I had last just played like this. Roy jogged out to meet me, expertly trying to get the ball out of my control. We moved this way, that way; I was a bit surprised how well I was doing against him, if I was being honest.

“Not going easy on me, are you Kent?” I huffed, very aware of the way his body pressed against mine as he tried to steal the ball from behind me.

“Not a fucking chance,” he assured me, his breath tickling my neck.

With what I hoped was a casual chuckle, I found my opening, evading Roy and making my way towards the goal, a smaller target than I was used to. As I inched forward, I felt a pair of hands brush my sides, warm and playful.

Phoebe’s giggling voice interrupted the reeling in my head. “Uncle Roy, that’s a foul!”

“Right!” came a gruff voice behind me, laughing as the hands disappeared.

Able to return my focus to the ball at my feet, I sprinted forward, ankle be damned, and broke away from Roy; the ball sailed between the cones with ease, giving me that old, thrilling feeling of scoring a goal. When I turned around, the girls were cheering- and Roy was smiling at me.

“My knee’s fucked,” he huffed jokingly between breaths, hands on his hips as he approached. “That was hardly fair.”

I quirked an eyebrow at him as we started to walk back towards the team. “Oh, and what would you call my ankle?”

His smile widened. “Also fucked.”

Before I could snark back, the girls tackled me with hugs and shouts, clearly impressed that anyone could get past their burly coach. Roy eyed me over their heads, his face soft, reminding me of the night of the gala. All I could do was grin back at him, wondering if he felt the same warmth in his chest that I felt.

Roy dismissed his team, reminding them about their upcoming game, one they begged me to come watch. To my shock, a few parents stopped me to shake my hand and ask if they could get a picture of me with their daughter; that warm feeling in my chest grew with each “My daughter adores you!” or “It’s so cool that you came!” The whole time, Roy and Phoebe collected the equipment, with Phoebe watching me with great interest.

As the last of the girls left, I meandered over to the coach and his niece, stopping when I found myself looking into those brown eyes.

“Thanks, Kent,” I said, wondering if he could hear the thick emotion in my voice. “This… this was exactly what I needed.”

His eyes sparkled. “What, a bunch of little girls worshipping you?”

A snort escaped when I tried to hold back my laughter. “They didn’t worship-”

“Fuck off,” he chuckled, giving me a soft punch in the arm. “They fucking adored you. You’re their queen or some shit. Seriously-” He bobbled his head playfully. “-they’re probably planning a coup to get rid of me so you can be their coach.” He pointed to Pheobe, who was hovering nearby, obviously anxious to interrupt our conversation. “And that little traitor will be leading the fucking cavalry.” He waved her over. “Come say goodnight, Phoebe.”

Phoebe wrapped her arms around me, giving a squeeze. “Thank you for coming,” she gushed before letting go. “You know I have your poster in my room?” Her smile was full of pride. “I told Uncle Roy I wanted one, so he got one for me. It’s right above my dresser, so I can see it when I get ready for football.”

My jaw dropped slightly as my gaze shifted between Phoebe and Roy, who shrugged at me. Before I could think of something to say, he opened his mouth.

“I’ll make you a deal, Pheebs,” he started, eyes fixated on me. “You score in our next match, I’ll take you to see the Whippets, and we can ask very nicely if Coach Buck here will sign your poster.”

A lump formed in my throat when I saw the delight on Phoebe’s face. “Yeah,” I managed to choke out as I blinked back tears. “I could do that.”

There was a dull ache in Roy’s knee when he arrived at the Dog Track early the next morning, but it was a hell of a lot better than the sharp pain in his chest that seemed to be slowly disappearing. He figured he’d pop into the treatment room, grab some ice and baby his knee before getting ready for training.

When he walked through the door, he realized he wasn’t the only one that needed some tending to.

There she was, leg propped up on a chair, ice on her ankle as she scrolled on her phone. Her head snapped up at the sound of the door opening, and her face broke into one of those perfect smiles when she saw it was Roy. Without a word, they both started chuckling, almost relieved to see that the other had also overdone it the night before.

“Guess you meant it when you said you weren’t going easy on me,” she mused, watching Roy grab himself an ice pack.

He chuckled and rolled up his trackpants to expose his knee, flinching slightly as the cold touched his bare skin. “You’d fucking kill me if I did,” he pointed out. “It’d be fucking insulting.” After a moment of silence, staring at each other’s injuries, Roy opened his mouth again. “I’ll be at your game tonight,” he murmured, hoping he sounded casual.

Instead of the surprised look he expected, he swore he saw pleasure on her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He let his eyes linger on her face. “I know the guys’ve been trying to go to as many matches as possible to show their support. Told Sam and Jamie I’d be joining them tonight. Richmond til we die, right?”

“Richmond til we die,” she repeated, her soft smile nearly stopping Roy’s heart.

Their quiet moment was interrupted by the door opening again. Rebecca stood with her hand on the doorknob, eyebrows raised at the sight of her two managers grinning at each other and icing their injuries.

“Good morning, coaches,” she greeted in a light voice, eyebrows raising slightly higher when she locked eyes with Roy before turning to the Whippets manager. “Just wanted to check in, I know you’ve got a long day. Match is at six, I believe some of the Greyhounds will be there again-”

Roy couldn’t resist piping up. “We will be.”

Rebecca didn’t bother hiding her smile as she went on. “After the match, Keeley will take Lucas to the press room, and you and I can-”

This time, the other manager interrupted her. “No.”

“No?” Rebecca blinked.

“Fuck it,” she sighed, sitting up and tossing her ice pack aside. “This is my team, right? I’m doing the press conference. Luke has covered for me long enough.”

Rebecca tilted her head sympathetically. “Are you sure?”

For a moment, those eyes turned to Roy, silently asking for his thoughts, as though his opinion mattered to her. When he gave her the tiniest, almost unnoticeable nod, she looked back at Rebecca, head held high. “Hell yeah.”

Roy had chosen the right match to come to, he realized. A 4-0 win to move into first place had him grinning with the Greyhounds as they cheered on the Whippets before they disappeared back into the tunnel. For a moment, he locked eyes with Buck, who tapped her fingers to her temple, giving Roy’s signature little salute. He saluted back, ignoring the grin on Jamie’s face. Maybe, just maybe, the two managers could grab a drink together to celebrate her win. Roy’s treat, of course. She’d more than earned it.

But first, she had a press conference to give. The Whippets and Greyhounds, intent on celebrating together, assembled in the weight room and gathered around the televisions on the wall. Roy stood right in front, Jamie by his side, eyes glued to the screen as she took her seat, red lips curled into a perfect smile.

Initially, the questions were typical post-match queries: how did she feel about the performance, what did she have to say about this error, how thrilling was that goal. And she handled them all with ease, reminding Roy of that first press conference he’d watched, where he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. But now, instead of a scowl, he almost wore a smile watching her, and he finally understood why his heart was hammering so hard. Yeah, this was good. She was good.

Until the questions weren’t good.

“Roy Kent was in the stands today,” one reporter called out. “Any thoughts on that?”

Her smile faltered as her eyes shifted away from the crowd in front of her. “Oh. Yes, the Greyhounds have been great in showing their support for the Whippets.” Her smile returned, though not as confident as before. “We’re overdue to cheer them on, so keep an eye out for us at their next match!”

Another question came at her. “What is your relationship with Roy now?”

She cleared her throat. “All the coaches here at Richmond have a great respect and fondness for one another. We’re lucky to have two great staffs that work together so well. It’s how we get wins like the one we had today, on both the men’s and women’s sides.”

Roy felt his face burn, along with several pairs of eyes staring at him. He didn’t care that she avoided the question; it was the same non-answer Keeley had given him to spout out whenever he got asked the same thing. It was the way the question came out, accusatory and aggressive, that had him frowning.

“Does your dominant personality play a role in your relationship with Roy Kent?”

There was no denying the way she scrunched her nose, fully understanding the implication. “Again, all of us coaches hold each other in high regard and have great professional relationships. Now, if you want to talk dominance, out there on the field today, Kira-”

“Speaking of Kira Malone,” a gruff voice interrupted. “She was recently seen at a pub with Jamie Tartt. Do you think your affair with Roy Kent has made the Whippets think it’s okay to run around with the Greyhounds? Is that professional?”

She began sputtering for the first time. “I would hardly call it an affair- But honestly, they’re adults, they’re professionals, I honestly-”

“And you were spotted with Ted Lasso recently,” another voice called out. “Can we assume you’ve moved on from Roy Kent?”

Her eyes widened, but she tried to recover her cool. “Coach Lasso’s a great coach. I-”

A harsh laugh rang out of the speakers. “Yeah, what does Kent think of your relationship with his ex-manager?”

Roy took a step towards the door; he knew that running into that press room would make things worse, would be a headline every paper would be running in the morning, but he didn’t give a fuck. His whole body was burning with fury as he listened to them challenge and fucking laugh at her.

A hand clasped his shoulder; Jamie was shaking his head, eyes full of sympathy, as if he too wanted to rush in and rescue her. But they both knew that she needed to do this on her own.

“Oi, is Roy why you always wear that red lipstick? Should we expect to see it on his collar sometime?”

She looked small, so impossibly small, not at all like the woman Roy had been fighting with and falling for all these months. Her defiance disappeared under their demeaning questions, her fierceness was stolen by their laughter, her cockiness was stifled by their mockery.

“What kind of example do you think you’re setting for the girls of Richmond? Sleeping with Roy Kent and all?”

That seemed to be the question that knocked the fight out of her.

“Oh, fuck this,” Roy growled, tugging out his phone. He quickly typed six little words, the first text message he’d ever sent her.

Don’t you fucking dare play nice.

Her eyes flickered to her phone, eyebrows raising; Roy knew she’d gotten his message. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting them continue to shout and shame her. Finally, she sat up tall, jaw set, and stared down the crowd in front of her.

“You know what?” she asked, her voice low and gravely. “Fuck these questions you keep asking me.” Roy was sure he heard Keeley squeak on the television. “You’re not asking Roy Kent these questions. You’re not asking if he’s a good role model. You’re not questioning his ability to manage his team.” She shook her head. “What message am I sending to young girls? Really? How about what message are you sending?”

Roy was sure it was Kira Malone’s voice behind him calling out, “Fuck yeah, Buck!”

She sat up taller now. “I am a fucking Olympian. I am a champion coach. I have won more titles and trophies and medals than this entire building combined.”

“Tell ‘em, Coach!” Jamie laughed, nodding up at her face onscreen.

Roy’s mind wandered, of all places, to his niece. To the way she adored that loud, abrasive woman, a woman who was standing up for girls like Phoebe. A lump formed in his throat as he listened; fuck, he might actually fucking cry. And he didn’t care if the Greyhounds saw the tears in his eyes. He didn’t even care about the way Jamie was staring at him; he was too enraptured by the scene unfolding on the television.

“I chose to sleep with a nice man one time, and suddenly all my accomplishments don’t matter? Who cares about Olympic gold when you’ve gone to bed with Roy Kent? What defines me is who I go home with? What message is that for the daughters of Richmond? You’re telling your girls that their accomplishments and dreams are nothing compared with what they do in the bedroom. No.” Her eyes were hard and steely as she shook her head. “Fuck this. I’m done. If I wanted to go and sleep with Roy Kent tonight, that’s my own damn business. If I wanted to sleep with any other man, or woman, or whoever, that’s my business.”

Shouts of agreement echoed through the weight room, from both Whippets and Greyhounds. A smile crept across Roy’s lips; fuck, she was incredible. If he wasn’t in love before, he definitely was now.

“What example am I setting for the girls of Richmond?” she asked with a dry laugh. “Not letting jackasses like you question our worth because of a man. That’s the example I’m setting. So if you’re here to ask about my sex life, you can fuck right off. It’s not up for debate, not anymore. It’s not what we’re talking about, now or ever. What I’m here to talk about is the fact that the Whippets are in first place and are expected to finish in the top three in our first damn season. How about you ask me about that?”

My heartbeat throbbed in my ears as I stood up, only vaguely registering the female reporters and handful of men who also stood, clapping and calling out words of support. I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the press room, not bothering to look at Keeley and Rebecca; I’d apologize to them later. I’d do whatever Keeley needed me to do to spin this. I’d offer to do whatever public appearances Rebecca demanded.

But first, I needed to get to my office to hyperventilate in peace.

As my feet did their job, carrying me down the halls, I became aware of the sound of… clapping? Cheering?

When I turned the last corner that would take me to the changing room, I finally stopped in my tracks.

Lining the hall were both Richmond teams, a beautiful jumble of smiles and applause and cheers, all watching me with affection. Suddenly, I found myself smothered with hugs and kisses and handshakes. Kira held me close, whispering in my ear about how proud she was to play for me; Jamie Tartt kissed my forehead and called me a bad-ass; over and over, Greyhounds and Whippets embraced me and offered their love and support.

By the time I reached the locker room, tears were freely streaming down my face, releasing all the emotion I’d been holding back in the press room; hell, all the emotion I’d been holding back since Keeley first showed me the photos of me and Roy.

The Greyhounds coaches stood in front of the locker room, pride shining on their faces. Beard and Nate each held me tight, murmuring about how amazed they were. Finally, Roy stood in front of me, his eyes watery as he gazed down at me.

“Welcome back, Coach,” he hummed, sticking out his hand.

I grasped his hand, shaking it firmly, unable to hold back my tearful smile. “Good to be back, Coach,” I murmured. I gave his hand a squeeze before letting go. “And thank you,” I whispered.

He shook his head softly. “Anytime.”

A pair of arms wrapped around me; Lucas was hugging me, tighter than anyone else had. “I’m so proud of you,” he choked out, crying almost as hard as I was. “So fucking proud, kid.”

With one last look at Roy, I let Lucas steer me into our office, listening to him chatter about how much he loved my little speech. I collapsed in my chair and laughed, from disbelief that I had just done that. My phone went off; George.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, wiping my face. “Did ya see me?”

“What the hell, Buck?” he hissed. “You just made things so much harder on yourself. They’re not going to forgive you for this. They’re not going to like you after this. Trust me, I know these people.”

When Lucas saw the way my face fell, he gave my shoulder a squeeze and left, figuring I needed some privacy.

I hunched over my desk and clutched my phone to my face. “To be honest, George, I don’t think I care if they like me. They don’t respect me, so why do I care if they think I’m nice?” I shook my head. “I’m proud of myself, actually. And so is my team. And so are the Greyhounds.” And so is Roy Kent, a little voice in the back of my head whispered.

He paused. “It was good,” he sighed. “You sounded great. Honestly, it was a great ‘girl power’ moment.” There was another moment of quiet on his end before his voice turned thoughtful. “You know, I bet we could do a great article about this. Give your side of things, talk all about the slut-shaming and double standards-”

“Didn’t you listen to what I said?” I scoffed, sensing someone approaching my office. “I’m fucking done talking about this. I’m not answering questions about this, ever again. Everyone knows I had sex with Roy Kent, that’s more than they need to know. I don’t owe anyone anything else.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Why don’t we grab a late dinner? Could, I dunno, celebrate your win or something.”

For the first time since we met, I had no interest in seeing George Willows. “Not tonight,” I muttered. “I just… want to go home. Sleep. Avoid Twitter.” I finally turned, realizing it was, of all people, Roy hovering in my doorway. “Listen, I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Not waiting for a reply, I hung up, tossing my phone on my desk before turning my chair around, raising my eyebrows teasingly at Roy. “Need something? Or are you going to send me another inspiring text message?”

He stared at me, mouth open like he was about to speak. Finally, he just shook his head and let out a breathy chuckle. “Fuck,” he breathed, stepping further into my office. “You… you were fucking something today, you know that?”

I shook my head and stood up, meeting him in the middle of the room. “Kent-”

“No.” He smirked at me. “Take the fucking compliment.” He shrugged. “I just wanted to tell you I was… really impressed today.” He cleared his throat. “On the field. In the press room. You’re a fucking great manager.” He let out a deep breath, eyes shifting around the office. “Don’t think I’ve told you that, and I’m sorry I haven’t.” He met my gaze, his smirk becoming a smile. “And I am very glad Phoebe has someone like you to look up to. So… that’s it, I guess.”

Roy Kent was looking at me with admiration. Roy Kent, who’d hated me and screamed at me. Roy Kent, who’d slept with me. Roy Kent, who asked me to speak to a girls’ soccer team. Roy Kent.

Roy Kent, who I wrapped my arms around and pulled into a hug. Not giving a shit about anything outside my tiny office, I pressed my body close to his, squeezing him tight. I buried my face in his shoulder, letting my tear-stained face dampen his Greyhounds shirt. His words, the look on his face, they were exactly what I needed.

His hands hovered over my hips, not returning the embrace, and I could hear him clear his throat, the vibration rumbling against my chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Immediately regretting my impulsive action, I pulled back, positive my face was bright red. “Shit,” I mumbled, my mind reeling from the roller coaster of emotions I was having tonight. “Sorry, I-”

Suddenly, I was pulled back to Roy’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I swore he sighed when my arms returned to his neck, and when my head hit his chest, I could hear his heart pounding, just as hard as I knew mine was. We stood there, hugging, wrapped up in whatever little world we were in, away from the press and the rumors and the judgement.

Just me and Roy.

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marilynthornhilllover · 1 year ago

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Reader works for Rebecca and they have a friends-with-benefits type of relationship. Some smutty office sex or maybe a late night booty call?

The party and the party after

Rebecca Welton x fem!reader

Warning: indecent language, smut, praise kink, slight degradation, fingering, cunniligus, thigh riding,slight mommy kink, hickeys, neck sucking, butterfly bites.

There was a big game against Ted's team and Ruperts team and by the grace of God everyone was hoping that the Richmond boys win. Rebecca was shifting in her seat every 2 seconds and keeley couldn't stop biting her nails. Ted on the other hand was standing by the fence with his arms folded watching the game in silence. You looked over and saw rupert smirking his ass of in his seat, and now and then he would glance over at Rebecca's face. Honestly you found the man outterly disgusting.

Rebecca and him has long history and even after their divorce he still wanted to make her life a living hell. When Rebecca hired you to be her assistant and spoke person you where overjoyed. You were desperately in need of the job and was just happy she approved your application. Rebecca has been nothing but kind and respectful towards you. When you had first started rupert tried to hit on you but she made sure to let him know you were hers. Rebecca would take you out for lunch, buy you gifts when you chosed to stay back at the office to get extra work in and gaved you day offs.

Even when your landlord threatened to throw you out Rebecca bought you a millionaire penthouse 15 minutes away from AFC Richmond when you told her she didn't have too she said " my money my choice" her signature line to say. Rebecca would even go as far to pick you up on mornings and come over on weekends to keep your company. Rebecca was the best boss in the world and a friend anyone could ever ask for, especially keeley she was like a big sister to you.

Even though Rebecca was your boss you couldn't help the crush that was growing on you with her. The way she would look at you in hallways and gently rub your back to holding seats for you and sharing her biscuits - Rebecca never shares food she loves - ever. You were head over heels for the woman but you kept it respectful. She did amazing things for you and you wouldn't want to ruin the relationship you spent months working on or even worst - lose your job.

" you ok y/n" she asked placing her cold hand on your thigh, oh how you regretted wearing jeans. You wanted to feel her skin on yours. You flashed her a warm smile and nodded looking back at the game. Rebecca's hand never felt your thigh which made you squirm slightly in your seat every so often. Ted's boys had three more points than ruperts boys and there was only two more rounds left and each round had five scores, which meant Ted's team was in the winning section for now.

" what are you going to do if Ted's boys win becca?" You asked looking over at her. She placed down her phone on her thigh and looked over at you, smirking wickedly. That alone was enough to make you go crazy, she deep green eyes stared at your for a moment as she wondered what she would truly do. It took everything in you to not look away and blush at the way she was looking at you.

" I'd fuck you good" she whispered in your ear before pulling away and watching your reaction. Your eyes widen slightly as you let out a small gasp causing the blonde to chuckle.

" I'm kidding darling, I'll take out the team for dinner" she spoke tucking a strand of hair away from your face. She smiled at you before picking her phone back up and scrolling through Instagram. You shifted slightly in your seat wondering if she actually meant that or if it truly was a joke. You shaked it off and continued to watch the game. You almost dozed off before a hand was on your shoulder firmly shaking you. You jumped awake thinking it was Rebecca and that the team had won but when you looked up it was no other than rupert.

" is your team that boring? Perhaps you should come work for my, I promise you you'd never be bored again." He spoke winking before a hideous chuckle was released from him. This man really thinks his charm still work - you thought to yourself. You looked over at Rebecca and keeley who were staring daggers at rupert already. If looks could kill he'd drop like a fly after it was swatted. Rupert chuckled before pushing his hands in his pockets.

" may the best team win-" before he can truly finish his sentence there was a loud cheer before everyone started standing and clapping. You looked down at the score board to see that Ted's team had one. You began jumping and screaming as keely literally jumped onto Rebecca. Both you, Rebecca and keely turned and smirked at rupert.

" who's the best team?" Rebecca asked and rupert lowered his head to look at the ground.

" I'm not a sore loser darling...... congratulations" he spoke scoffing before walking away. Rebecca and keeley busted out laughing and Rebecca grabbed your waist and pulled you into a group hig with her and keeley. After ted came up dancing and jumping and he and Rebecca began screaming and they hugged eachother tightly, swinging eachothers bodies left and right. You kissed keeleys cheek and she gaved you a big hug.

" dinner and drinks on me tonight!" Rebecca shouted. The boys came up and you all hugged and Congratulated eachother.

You walked outside and called a taxi to take you home. You took out your phone and tried to look busy.

" hey y/n your coming tonight right?" Rebecca asked gently placing her hand on your lower face making you flinch slightly at her sudden appearance.

" wouldn't miss it for anything becca" you spoke, carefully punching her arm. She smiled and gently caressed your cheek before walking off to her Car.

" I'll pick you up" she shouted before opening her trunk to change her shoes. You opened your mouth to protess bit you quickly closed it. Rebecca never backs down from her offers. You got into your cab and went home.

When you got home you did you took a shower and got ready. You did your makeup very simple and wore a cute but simple dress . You wore you air forces and just let your hair fall smoothly, using your fingers to curl any strand that looked frizzy or air puffed. Your phone dinged as a message from Rebecca popped up.

Becca😉❤️‍🔥:I'm outside when you finished darling 💋

You smiled at the message before walking out of your apartment and down in the lobby. you saw Rebecca at the front desk talking the cleaning lady before handing her two thousand dollars and giving her a long hug, the lady sniffed as she walked away and Rebecca turned to you. Her eyes widen as she saw how you looked. She flashed you a soft smile before clasping her hand with yours.

" you look amazing darling" she spoke leading you to her car. her car was expensive as hell. Obviously someone with a lot of money would have a car like hers .You giggled as she opened the door for you. You got in and she closed the door before walking around to her side. Rebecca was wearing a tight two strap red dress with black silhouette heels that added to her height. She looked drop dead gorgeous. The way her hips swayed in the dress, to her curves, her eye makeup was on point and her hair was well-done. Everything about her tonight was perfect - as always.

She got in and started driving. She turned on the radio and music started playing. She gasped as her favorite song started playing, she turned to you for a split second, flashing you a smile before placing her hand on your thigh tapping to the beat of the song. You squirmed in your seat as every beat of the song her hand slipped up your thigh an inch more.

When you both arrived she parked and you both got out. Rebecca greeted some people on the way in, making her way straight to ted and the team. Ted and Rebecca made some weird victory dance moves before hugging eachother. Some team members went for drinks first, some went straight for the delicious food. Rebecca went to sit at a table with Ted and some team members literally forgetting about you. You didn't feel offended really but you wanted to spend the night with her. That's the main reason why you came.

You walked over to the bar and saw keeley and Roy looking slightly tipsy as they flirted with eachother. You chuckle softly before telling the bartender what you wanted. After a while you stopped drinking because you were feeling a bit tipsy. You walked over to Rebecca and keeley to get some food to sober up a bit.

" someone's having a good time" the blonde said as she chuckled. You rolled your eyes and smiled at keeley has she handed you steak on a stick.

" someone's a bit drunk" you said sarcastically and keeley laughed.

" I've seen becca drink two bottles of hard liquor and still be sober as fuck" keeley spoke and you all started laughing.

" thank you" Rebecca said cheeky as she kissed keeleys hairline. You rolled your eyes as you ate your steak looking around the office ground that Rebecca organized for the night. You looked around and spotted rupert. You groaned as you turned to Rebecca and leaned your head on her shoulder.

" navy blue suit with off white sneakers" you mumbled and she groaned.

" I know right, he's like the plague. You can't get rid of him" Rebecca spoke. You both looked at eachother and started laughing. After the laughter died down you both decided to join keeley and the others in a game of ' kiss and tell' .

" who wants to go first?" Ted asked and you raised your hand eagerly.

" ok so y/n, tell your biggest secret or kiss Rebecca" everyone immediately started saying "ohhh" as they turned to look at you. Your cheeks heated up ad you got all flushed. You glanced over at Rebecca to see her smirking at you.

" I have the biggest crush ever on Rebecca!" You blurred out quickly as you gaved her a peck on the lips before running towards her office. You closed the door behind yourself and started cursing yourself under your breath. You couldn't go back out there. You literally embarrassed yourself. Rebecca probably thinks your weird now, and why on earth did you run into her office. You ran your hand through your hair in frustration as you stood infront of the bathroom mirror. The door opening and locking broke you from your trance. You turned to see Rebecca.

You looked at her and there was something different about her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, making the smallest ring of her green iris visible for anyone to see. She had the word lust written all over her. She walked up to you and pushed you against the wall and started attacking your neck. You grabbed the back of her head, your fingers in tangled in her hair making it frizzy. You moaned as she bit down on your neck but it didn't draw blood. She softened the flesh with her tongue as she started sucking on the tender flesh, creating a hickey.

She pushed your legs apart and pressed her knee against your dampen lace underwear, you whimpered as you felt her nibbling on your pulse joint. She was driving you absolutely insane. You needed her so bad. You whined as you started grinding your core on her knee and thigh. She chuckled as she flexed her thigh creating the perfect friction for your clit. You let out a pornographic moan that came out way louder than you expected. You could fell Rebecca smirking against your neck. She pulled away and looked at you. She didn't even fuck you yet but you already looked so disheveled and blissed out and needy.

" look at how much of a slut you are for me darling" she whispered before latching her lips onto yours. You moaned into the kiss giving her the perfect entrance for her tongue to slip in. This action deepened the kiss making her kiss you passionately as her tongue explored your mouth. She lifted you up and placed you onto her desk knocking away anything that could injure you or get in the way of fucking you.

She pushed your thighs and up pulled off your underwear, she did it so harshly it made a ripping sound. She hitched up your skirt to your lower abdomen and kneeled before you. Your legs were already shaking and she didn't start her menstruations yet.

" you look so good on my desk darling" she whispered before lapping at your slit, your hips bucked slightly as her tongue flicked over your clit. Rebecca held your thighs apart as she started eating you ad if you were her last meal. You squirmed beneath her as she sucked on your clit harshly. You twitched as you held onto the desk for purchase. You could feel the knoy in your stomach slowly tieing. Your eyes rolled back as Rebecca's tongue push pass your entrance. her tongue curled inside you creating the perfect curve.

" you like when I fuck you like this don't you?" The way she was talking to you, made your brain fuzzy. She was talking to you in such a sultry and degradateing tone. You were so out of the world her tongue felt so good against your pussy, it was ridiculous.

"Pleasepleaseplease" you moaned as you pulled on her hair as you wrapped your legs around her back. Rebecca chuckled against you, the vibrations going straight to your clit making you shiver. All the air was pushed out of your lungs when Rebecca pushed two fingers into you after removing her tongue. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Rebecca slid them deep inside of you until her knuckles were flush with your skin. She looked up at you in awe. You were a sight to see. Your mouth was agape as you mumbled incoherent sentences as your eyes were rolled to the back of your head.

Rebecca continued to suck and pill at your clit before she started a fast pace with her finger curling them exactly where it made you see stars. She effortlessly hit your g-spot over and over again as she pushed you more and more over the edge.

" Oh fuck! Rebecca I'm gonna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence because Rebecca suddenly made a 'come hiter movement inside you causing you to let out a loud and choked pornographic moan. Janitors walking through the corridors were sure to hear how much of a slut you were for Rebecca. Rebecca looked up and you and smirked. She knew you were close. She could feel your walls closing in tight on her fingers making it hard for her to move. Rebecca slight bit down on your clit and that was it for you.

Your eyes closed shut tightly as you moaned her named like a prayer, your back arching off the table. She took you to a place you didn't even know was possible to reach. She felt your orgasm cover her fingers as she slowly pulled them out. She smirked at the mess on your fingers before licking them off, moaning at your taste. She gently lapped up any that was running down your folds making you twitch and shiver.

You were slowly brought back to life by kisses on your tummy go straight up to your neck. Rebecca's lip met yours in a slow but deep and meaningful kiss.

She pulled back before looking at you. All the lust and desire was gone and it was now replaced with love and adoration. She caressed your cheek softly before gently pecking your lips again.

" someone enjoyed themselves tonight" she whispered cheekly, you rolled your eyes and playfully punched her arm smiling up at her.

" I loved you since the interview" she whispered and you grinned at her.

" how can you not" you spoke with sass Rebecca rolled her eyes and helped you clean up and recuperate yourself. She drove you home and stayed the night. Cuddling up to you in bed softly kissing your forehead and whispering sweet praises in your ear as you both drifted off to sweet slumber.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 1 year ago

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Unexpectedly Yours: Part 10

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

Warning: Rupert Mannion and his grossness

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Roy is frozen, seeing his former fiancé in front of him for the first time in years.

The woman gives a shy smile, "It's-It's nice to see you. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

Roy continues to stare at the woman with a dumbfound look. You decided to step forward and curtsy, "Good evening, my lady. I'm Lady Y/N L/N."

Georgina bows, "Duchess Georgina of Cumberland."

"It's an honor to be here with you, Your Grace."

"Thank you, Lady L/N. I hope you and Lord Kent enjoy your night," the duchess picks up her dress and continues to wander the ballroom.

"Roy?" you look at the man with concern.

"I need air," he grumbles and turns on his heel, heading towards the gardens without a care of if you were following him or not.

You hurry behind your future husband and out the door towards the gardens. As soon as the cool air hits, you gasp at the crispness. You stay behind Roy and take in his state. He's tense, his fists are clenched into tight fists.

You carefully and cautiously make your way up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm, "Do you want to talk about it?"

At your touch, his shoulders slump, "Did you know she and I were engaged?"

You nod, "I heard rumors. You were in love and then she caught the eye of Duke Rupert Mannion of Stratford. She broke off the engagement. They were married a month later."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

He turns to you, brows furrowed in confusion, "Are you not upset?"

"Why would I be?"

"That I still feel this way about her?"

You shrug, "I suppose I understand why you're taken back by her presence. She's caused you a great deal of pain. You loved her and she hurt you."

He nods, "I did love her," he slips his hand into yours, "But not like how I love you."

You feel your chest swell and you softly smile at him, "I'll admit that does make me feel very prideful."

He chuckles and leans in, kissing your head, "I'll be okay. Promise. She just took me by surprise. Besides, I'm sure her presence along with the Duke's will take the attention away from us, hm?"

You let out a deep breath, "God, I hope so."

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You were actually enjoying yourself. Roy danced with you as many times as you liked and kept by your side at all times. Only twice did he let you out of his sight and it was so that Jamie could dance with you.

Fortunately, as Roy would hope, the presence of the Duke and Duchess of Cumberland took the spotlight away from you and Roy. However, you couldn't help but catch a few ladies whispering about Roy's previous engagement to Georgina. It took every bit of you to not scold the women for gossiping about your future husband. Again, you didn't want to bring attention to yourself tonight, so you refrained yourself from doing so.

You and Roy were having some polite chatter with Lady Rebecca Welton, the hostess of tonight's ball, when a man came up to her.

"Becca, darling, thank you again for the invite of tonight. My lovely duchess and I have had a wonderful time."

You can see how uncomfortable Lady Rebecca felt, yet she smiled, "Of course, Rupert. It's been wonderful to see you and the duchess."

Rupert then turns to you, "Oh hello," he shoots you a grin that makes you incredibly uncomfortable, "Rupert Mannion, Duke of Stratford."

You curtsy, "Lady Y/N, your grace."

The older man notes your arm around Roy's and his grin grows, "Oh. She yours, Kent?"

"We're engaged, yes," Roy responds plainly.

Rupert chuckles, "Interesting. Thought you'd never marry after I stole my lovely Gina's heart."

Your eyes shoot to Georgina and she winces, placing a hand on the duke's arm, "Darling, why don't we get some air?"

The man pushes her off, "I don't need air."

"I want some air, darling."

Rupert sighs, "Very well." He gives Roy and Lady Rebecca a nod and you a wink, before dragging Georgina to the gardens for air.

Once out of earshot, Roy turns to Rebecca and says, "I can't believe you were married to that prick."

"Roy! You can't-wait," you look at Rebecca, "You were married to him?!"

Lady Rebecca nods, "Unfortunately. He wasn't all bad at first. I genuinely did love him, but things changed. He changed. Then he saw Georgina and he had our marriage annulled. I suppose they deserve each other with how they left Roy and I in the dust."

You try to gather your thoughts from the information you just received, "Wait. You and Rupert were married. Then he met Georgina, who was engaged with Roy. Then Rupert had your marriage annulled, Georgina broke off the engagement with Roy, and they end up marrying each other."

Roy nods, "Correct."

"Yes, that sounds about right," Rebecca says before sipping more of her lemonade.

You shake your head in disbelief, "That's...awful."

Lady Rebecca sighs, nursing her lemonade, "Yes, well, everything happens for a reason, right? I'm fine and Roy is marrying you," she leans closer to you and murmurs, "Congratulations, by the way," and shoots you a wink.

"Thank you, Lady Rebecca" you respond.

She waves off the formalities, "Please, just Rebecca is fine." She lifts her glass up to Roy, "Kent, treat her well."

"Will do," he grunts in response and watches as Rebecca waltzes away to continue to mingle with her guests.

"She's lovely. Doesn't seem to very traditional, hm?"

"Not at all," Roy says as he places his hand on your lower back and guides you to Keeley and Jamie, whom seem to be in a heated discussion with one another.

You quicken your step to join your friends, "You lot look like a bunch of gossiping mamas."

Keeley smirks, "To be fair, we were gossiping."

"About?" Roy asks curiously with a thick cocked brow.

"You, m'Lord," Jamie responds with a grin, "And the grand duke and duchess."

Roy rolls his eyes, "I'm fine."

Jamie shrugs, "Didn't ask if you were fine. Just gossiping."

Your future husband's jaw clenches and takes a step towards Jamie, but you step in, "He's just joshing, love."

He immediately looks to you, "Love?"

You immediately feel flustered, "I-I'm sorry. I'll just call you Roy-"

"No, no. Love is fine," his gaze is soft and you feel that light fluttering inside your chest again.

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vastill · 2 years ago

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I was wondering if you could make a Rebecca Welton x fem!reader fic where Rebecca and reader were childhood friends but got separated when reader moved away. Now, reader is back and they end up learning they both had crushes on each other when they were children while attending an event.

Unexpected meeting

Rebecca Welton/fem!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, cursing, some kind of slow burn, let me know if there are more

words: 3000+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!

A/N: thank you so much for request! i changed it a little but i hope that you will like it! it's my first Rebecca fic so i'm anxious and excited:) let me know what you think!💚

“Howdy, Boss!” Ted said walking into Rebecca's office and handing her fresh biscuits. “You have any plans tonight?”

“Good morning Ted, no I don’t think so, why?”

“I’m trying to set up a party for my friend. She is coming from Kansas here to see family and I thought it would be nice to welcome her in and maybe introduce you guys. What do ya think?”

“Yeah, sure I will try to stop by, thank you for the invitation.”

“Great! See you later Boss!” Ted exclaimed as he was walking out of the office. “Oh! We will be at Mae’s!”

Rebecca shook her head as she watched Ted leave. She made a mental note to swing by Mae's at some point but hoped she could make a quick appearance and then slip away unnoticed.

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You were at Ted’s apartment getting yourself ready for dinner he told you about earlier this morning. He didn’t tell you anything besides that he would meet you when he come home. You were sure that he is plotting something but decided to not worry too much. You need to let Ted be Ted, you learned that early in your friendship.

You had met Ted in high school when you moved from the UK to Kansas. When you first met him you couldn’t understand him, how are this man constantly happy and optimistic about everything? But with time and getting to know him more and more your friendship bloomed and here you were years later still together as always.

But being in England for the first time in so long brought some unpleasant memories.

Your father got a promotion in his job but it required moving to America. It was hard to leave everything behind, you were just a teenager and had all of your friends here. It was especially hard to leave your best friend, Rebecca, she was your everything. When people think about soulmates, she was yours.

“Becca, I need to tell you something.” You said your voice getting stuck in your throat instantly. You dreaded this moment. “I’m moving away. My father got a promotion, and we have to move.”

“Silly, I know we live close now but a couple more minutes won’t make a difference.” Rebecca said to you while giving you a hug.

“No, Rebecca. We are moving to America. It won't be a couple of minutes, it will be hours.” Your eyes teared up, and when you said that to her it became real. You are moving away. Moving away from her.

“What?” You observed her face, her smile disappearing as the realization came through. “No. Tell me you are kidding, tell me it's your another stupid joke.” You only shook your head, you couldn’t get your words out. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched you. “No, I’m not letting you go. You can’t go, please, you can’t go. Not now.” She said her voice full of emotions she was feeling.

You embraced her as the two of you cried into each other shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Becca. I don’t want to go either. Everything will be good darling. You have Sassy here, she will take care of you when I’m away.” You said into her head that was resting on your shoulder, you could feel your shirt getting wet from her tears. “We will make it work Becca, we have to.”

She raised her head to look you in the eyes. “You can’t go now, not now when I-” Horror crossed her face for a second as she stopped herself mid-sentence.

“Not when you what?”

“Nothing, nothing. Never mind.” She quickly blurted out. “Now come here give me a hug, lots of hugs.”

As you sat in her embrace you felt your heart ache as you remembered all the good times you shared with Rebecca. The sleepovers, the movie marathons, and all the inside jokes. You wondered if you could ever find a friend like her again. But she wasn’t only your friend, you were sure you loved her. Loved her more than friends should love each other. You wanted to confess your feelings for her but the time didn’t seem right. Your departure messed everything up.

The next few weeks were a blur of packing, goodbyes, and tears. You tried to spend as much time with Rebecca as possible, making memories to last until you saw each other again.

And then the time for your departure came, she was at your house for your last goodbye. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you promised to keep in touch, call as often as you can. You hoped that your friendship will last forever.

At first, everything was nice, you made new friends in your high school and kept in touch with Rebecca but not everything was meant to be forever. There were a few calls a month or even only one a month and your contact slowly disappeared. You were heartbroken but didn’t want to disturb her so you stopped calling and tried to move on with your life. But there wasn’t a second that you weren’t thinking of her.

And now you were here again, you were in England wondering if you should make a call to her or do something to meet her again. But you didn’t know if she even remembered you. You hoped she did.

“Howdy, are you ready? We need to go out in a second!” Ted's voice startled you from your daydreaming. You didn’t even hear him coming into the apartment.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and put on a smile to greet Ted. “Yeah, let's go.” You replied, grabbing your jacket. As you walked out of the door, you couldn't help but wonder what could have been if you had stayed, if you had stayed with Rebecca.

But now wasn’t the time to wonder, you had a surprise waiting for you.

You arrived at Mae's with Ted by your side and instantly was greeted by his friends from work. Everyone seemed really friendly, maybe except Roy he scared you a little, but right away you were swooped by a girl named Keeley. She had a bubbly personality and so many questions, to be honest, you didn’t quite keep up with all of her talking. She asked about everything from work topics to your personal life, she was a handful, but it was nice. You felt welcomed and in the right place.

“Sorry for interrupting girls,” Ted said “first how are you feeling? Is everything good? I know it’s a lot, all of those people and all of that?” You were grateful for him and for his concern about your well-being.

“Thank you, Ted, everything is good, Keeley is a fun company. Maybe I will get some gossip from your club.” You said sending Keeley a wink.

“For sure you will get that but I have one more thing. Keeley, do you know if Boss will stop by? I talked to her earlier but you know girls talk and all of that maybe she told you something.”

“Don’t know, sorry Ted.” Keeley said with a frown on her face.

“Is it this boss you keep telling me about? I need to meet her, connect your blabbering with a face.” You said curious if she really was like Ted described her to you, she was some kind of mystery to you. Gorgeous mystery if Ted was telling the truth.

Ted laughed “Yep, that’s the one. Fingers crossed that she can make it here. She is a busy lady.” You chuckled at his words. “Okay, I’m not keeping you away from your daily dose of gossip! I will catch you later!” And with a mention of gossip Keeley started talking, she told you all about every player that club has, every single detail she knows. But you were hardly listening, your mind wandering to the mystery boss. You would be lying if you said that the idea of meeting her intimidated you. After all, this was someone who owned the club.

As you wandered about her, Keeley's screech interrupted your line of thoughts. She shot up from her chair and sprinted toward the entryway.

And there she stood. Tall, statuesque blonde she was gorgeous as Ted said but you didn’t quite see her face. Keeley let her from the hug and you were at a loss of words.

There she was, your Rebecca. All those years later you got to see her. You couldn't believe your luck. Rebecca was here, in front of you, and she still looked as beautiful as ever. You couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as you saw her.

“Boss! Glad you made it! I need to introduce you to my friend!” Ted exclaimed as he spotted Rebecca. And first time in years your eyes locked. You didn't know what to do or say. All the scenarios of you two reuniting and how it would go vanished. You just stood there, staring at her, hoping she would say something first. But she just stood there, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Ted broke the silence, “Rebecca, this is my friend I told you about earlier today. This is-”

“Y/N?” She didn’t let him finish too shocked to see you to even care.

“Yes, that’s her name. How do you know that?” Ted was confused, he never mentioned your name in their conversations.

You didn’t pay attention to what he said too absorbed in looking at her, admiring her beauty. “Becca? Oh my God! Rebecca fucking Welton that’s really you!” You exclaimed and embraced her in a tight hug trying to make up for all these years apart. Everyone just stared at you two exchanging confused looks between each other.

“What the fuck is happening? What are you doing here?” She asked still confused.

“Decided that it’s a good time to maybe come back to my roots. I don’t know Becca, I’m still figuring it out.” You let out a laugh don’t entirely believing that she is in front of you.

“I’m sorry but what the fuck? You know each other?” Ted asked, he looks like a lost child his eyes going from you to the blonde.

“We grew up together.” Rebecca answered. “We were inseparable until this little shit had to move away.” She said trying to mask her hurt voice behind laughter but you knew her well despite all these years.

“I’m sorry darling,” the pet name you used to call her easily slipped into your sentence, “you know I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave you.” You said looking directly into her eyes.

The others sensed that the atmosphere was growing serious, so they left you two space to talk.

“But you stopped calling. Not me, you!” Her voice groggy from the feeling she was feeling. “Why did you stop? I was waiting each week for your call and it never happened. You left me wondering if I did something wrong. Fuck this thought haunts me to this day.” She averted her eyes from you to not show you how hurt she was by your actions.

“Darling, look at me. I can’t say how sorry I am but at the time I thought it was the best decision. I didn’t want to disturb you. I wanted to let you enjoy your life here.” You took her hand into your own. “Also I was selfish, I’m sorry that I didn’t think about your feelings, I needed to do that for me. I needed to move on. I thought that was possible but my darling Rebecca it never happened. And I’m regretting this shitty decision to this day. How different our lives could be if I didn’t fucked it up. I’m so sorry.” You said with tears in your eyes. You didn’t know you had hurt her this badly, you were sure that not calling her would be good for her.

Rebecca looked at you with a mixture of emotions, hurt and anger mixing with happiness “I needed you, Y/N. You were my everything and you left me alone. Alone with all those feelings and unsaid words. I had to deal with everything on my own and it wasn’t fucking fair.” She said softly, tears glassing her eyes. “But seeing you now, after all these years, I can’t help but feel happy. I missed you so much.” You pulled her into another embrace, feeling the weight of her words and the years of separation between you two.

“I missed you too Becca. So fucking much you have no idea. There wasn’t a day that the thought of you didn’t cross my mind. I may have left you here but you never left my heart.”

“And you didn’t leave mine, sweetheart. Never.”

You two spent some time alone at the bar, catching up on the last years you were apart. You both laughed at the memories of your childhood and teenage years. The conversation was easy, comfortable, and filled with warmth. You found yourself being drawn to her all over again, and it was clear that the feeling was mutual. You could feel the electricity in the air between you, and it was as if you were teenagers again.

“You remember when Sassy where climbing to your balcony for the first time? She almost fell off three times. And you were standing and not helping at all!” You two laughed as you pictured her terrified face. All those nights spent in her room gossiping and stealing her parent's liquor passed through your mind. How happy you were when she was beside you, this feeling of comfort that she brought to your life.

“Like you were better than she! You fell off on your first time and woke my parents up!” She laughed and you blushed at the memory. This was the night when you realized that you have a crush on her. A massive crush.

“Y/N! Fuck, are you okay?” Rebecca whispered from her balcony looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” You shouted quietly when you landed on your back in her backyard. You only hoped that you didn't wake her parents up but a fool has more hope than the wise. And in seconds her mother appeared in the backyard.

“Girls! What are you doing? Do you know what time it is?” She scolded both of you. “Y/N what are you doing on the ground? Couldn't you get into the house like a human? Through the door?” She looked at you disappointed.

“Sorry, Mrs. Welton.” You said with your head hung low.

“Come on you won’t be spending the night here.” She walked you to Rebecca's room. “Good night girls. Don’t do anything stupid. I need my beauty sleep.” And with that, she was gone.

“Fuck! I told you it was not a good idea!” Rebecca whispered to you angry. “Are you sure you are okay? Does nothing hurt you? Let me check.” She quickly said and grabbed your arm to inspect for bruises.

“Darling, I’m okay. It wasn’t that far. It’s okay, stop worrying.” You felt sparks when you locked your gaze with hers. You couldn’t stop looking at her, she was so beautiful. How you wanted to kiss the worry off her face but you stopped yourself. She was your best friend, you can’t do that. Not now.

“Hey! Earth to Y/N! What are you daydreaming about?” Rebecca's voice pulled you out of your dreams and you blushed. “You are blushing! Now you have to tell me!”

“It’s embarrassing. I was thinking about that night when I fell down.” You laughed awkwardly.

“And what happened that night that made you blush? Besides the obvious landing on your ass in my backyard.” She asked you curiously.

Fuck it. It’s in the past I can tell her now. You thought.

“That night I realized I had a crush on you. Like I knew you were beautiful, and you still are but that night it hit me full force.” You said quietly embarrassed that you told her your biggest secret.

“No way. You are kidding?” She said in disbelief.

“Never mind. Forget it.”

“No sweetheart. I had the biggest crush on you too. That’s why I was so heartbroken when you needed to leave. I wanted to tell you about my feelings but it didn’t seem right.” You stared at her not believing that you were so oblivious. But you were teenagers then so it kinda explains everything.

“Fuck we were so stupid.”

“Yeah, we were.” You two laughed. Her face was so relaxed when she was laughing, so free. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. The feeling that you had as a teenager slowly crept back. You found yourself being pulled more and more towards her. You wanted to be close to her, to hold her, and never let go. Turns out your crush never disappeared. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are so beautiful, Becca. I can’t stop looking at you. You were a beauty as a teenager but now. Wow. It’s really true, woman age like a fine wine. You are the best example.” Her cheeks turned red from the compliments.

“Thank you but look at yourself, the definition of perfection.” She smiled sheepishly at you. “It seems to me that the first real crush never left us.” You felt a sudden surge of courage as she spoke those words. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her, you felt the same spark as you felt all those years ago. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it was filled with all the love and longing you had felt for each other over the years.

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to-” She didn't let you finish as she leaned to steal another kiss from you.

“It was worth waiting all those years for your return.” She smiled resting her head on your shoulder.

You knew that the future was uncertain, but you were willing to take a chance. You were willing to see where this new chapter in your relationship with Rebecca would take you, and you were excited to find out. But one thing was for sure, you had found your way back to the person who had always been a constant in your life, your soulmate, your Rebecca.

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