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burnthoneydrops · 1 year ago

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can you do a isaac mcadoo of colin trying so hard to wingman for him with the reader who is friends with keeley and colin being (adorably) bad at it but obviously she likes isaac?

Flirting 101 (i.m. x fem!reader)

pairing: isaac mcadoo x fem!reader

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warnings: alcohol, use of y/n, language (maybe)

a/n: awww i loved writing this so much!! all the boys are my favourite so writing for different ones is so much fun! thank you for the request and i hope you like it!!

“Babe, come on! I promise it’s just the restaurant, it’ll be chill!” Keeley’s been begging you to come to a Richmond night with her for the past 20 minutes.

“Those boys do not know how to be chill,” you shoot back, shutting your laptop, “besides, you just want me to go so you can not-so-subtly push me into Isaac at some point”.

“What?! I would never! What kind of friend do you think I am?” Keeley tries to look offended but it’s not long before her facade breaks and she laughs.

“Case in point,” you roll your eyes, putting your laptop in your bag and getting out of your chair. You were thankful to Keeley for getting you a job at her PR firm, as you were one of her best friends, but it was moments like this that made you regret saying yes. You would say you were her best friend, but you do not need the backlash from Rebecca on that, so you settle for being one of them.

“But you have that pretty top that would be perfect! You know, the black one with the fancy sleeves?” She gestures across her arms in case you forgot where sleeves go.

“Ugh, fine! But if you try and pull something or it gets super loud or whatever, we’re leaving,” you look her directly in the eye.

Keeley squeals, gripping you in a tight hug and jumping up and down. “I swear, it’s gonna be fun”.

To your surprise, you’re sitting at a corner table in Ola’s and everything seems to be going pretty well. Keeley hasn’t really left your side; except for when she ran towards the entrance to trap Rebecca in a bear hug and drag her over to your table. Roy and Jamie were sitting at a table across the aisle from you, and Richard and Dani looked like they were in a very deep conversation about something you didn’t even want to try and guess. You sense a presence walking up beside you and notice Colin placing his beer down on your table.

“Good evening ladies,” he addresses the table. “Oi, Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here”.

“Oh, well Keeley basically begged me to come so-”

“I did not beg!”

“The security cameras at KJPR beg to differ,” you turn to look at her and she’s quick to shut up.

“Well anyway,” Colin starts, bringing the attention back to him, “could I maybe get you lot a drink? Round on me?”

The three of you nod before each listing off your preferred drinks. As Rebecca tells Colin what she’d like, you look around the room and catch Isaac’s eyes. He seems to be intently staring at your table and you give him a small smile and a wave before he shakes out of his trance and clears his throat. You shake it off, not wanting to give yourself false hope that he was staring because of you and turn back to the group at hand.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” Colin smiles before he leaves to go place the orders.

“Well that was awfully nice of him,” Keeley comments.

“A little out of the blue, but yes,” Rebecca adds.

You eye Keeley suspiciously, making her raise her eyebrows at you. “What?” she questions.

“I’m not sure you had nothing to do with that”.

Keeley grabs your hands, keeping them in place on the table, “people are allowed to do nice things for you just because”.

You don’t have time to argue with her before Colin returns with the drinks, placing them down on the table in front of you. You all thank him again before he heads off back to his seat next to Isaac and the two begin to whisper. Before you can think about it too long, Rebecca grabs your attention again.

“So, any news to update me on ladies? How’s life at KJPR?”

“Oh it’s great! Working with your best friend always makes things better of course-”

“I thought I was your best friend!” Rebecca interrupts Keeley.

“I’m allowed to have more than one,” Keeley reassures her.

“But the whole point of your best friend is that one person is the best. That’s literally what best means-”

The two are interrupted by another drink being put down on the table. This time it’s Isaac, looking as uncomfortable as ever, standing like a plank at the table’s side.

“This is for you,” he looks at your forehead, not quite making eye contact as he pushes the drink closer to you. It’s the same one you had told Colin about, though you weren’t even halfway done with that one and you weren’t going to question how Isaac had gotten it so fast.

“Oh, thanks Isaac,” you reply awkwardly, gripping the glass and moving it that little bit extra away from the edge of the table. You try to suppress how warm your cheeks feel, but you know it’s pretty obvious just by the way Keeley and Rebecca are acting out of your peripheral vision. He nods and walks away and you want to slam your head on the table with how awkward you just were.

“Oh my god you have to go talk to him,” Keeley exclaims.

“No, I am absolutely not doing that!” You lean your head on your crossed arms so you’re looking down at your lap.

“He bought you a drink, babes, that’s like flirting 101!”

“No! Jesus Christ that interaction was awkward enough, I don’t need to make it worse”.

“Come on! Woman up for God’s sake!” Rebecca laughs, kicking you under the table.

“Ok! But only because that hurt,” you rub your shin before grabbing a napkin and a pen out of your bag. “But once I do this, I’m leaving,” you announce to the two of them and Keeley nods, getting ready to follow you out.

You scribble a note and your phone number onto the napkin, quickly standing up and pushing your chair back before making your way over to the table Isaac was sitting at. You drop the napkin in front of him, not even checking if it actually landed on the table, thank him quietly for the drink once again and bolt out of there.

If you wanted my number, you could have just asked :)

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-Y/N

“You did it!” Keeley cheers as she closes the door to Ola’s behind her, following you to the car. She’s a giggling mess beside you, and it doesn’t take long before you join her, hoping you did the right thing.

#isaac mcadoo #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso imagines #isaac mcadoo fanfiction #isaac mcadoo imagines #jamie tartt #afc richmond #nelson road #richmond

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babytarttdoodoo · 1 year ago

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hi! i love your writing! i have a prompt for colin and isaac (platonic) please! could you write something where colin gets hurt- maybe one of the more serious injuries he's had while playing, and isaac is beside himself with worry and being a protective bestie the whole time, maybe with a hug and isaac managing to throw in a stilted 'i love you' to colin after colin's all patched up?

What a delight to write these two! Thank you for the prompt!

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“You did that on fucking purpose, you smarmy arsehole!”

Typical, really, that Jamie’s screeching voice was the first to cut through the white haze of pain that had enveloped Colin’s senses. The man spoke at a pitch that really carried.

He still sounded distant, though, which was a good indicator the outrage wasn’t directed at Colin himself. In fact, now more of the outside world was filtering in, he could hear a lot of yelling that was happening above and around him.

Oh, and a whistle. That was loud.

He must have groaned or given some other kind of indication he was awake and aware since firm hands planted themselves on his shoulder and head.

“Don’t move, yet, Hughes. They’re bringing out a stretcher for you.”

“What happened?” Colin asked, though it came out as a mushy mumble of nonsense, rather than actual words. He tried to open his eyes, not managing more than a pained squint in the face of the harsh light that punished him for the effort.

“Is he awake? Let me through!” That was definitely Isaac, a realisation that made Colin relax. It was fine if he didn’t know what was going on - his captain was looking out for him.

“Calm down, McAdoo, let us do our jobs. We need to get him off the pitch.”

A whistle sounded again and Colin flinched when it seared through his head. “Fucking hell.”

The nameless figure holding him down gave an amused huff. “See? He’s fine. Now clear a path.”

Seconds, minutes, maybe hours passed Colin by in a blur of more hands and lights and voices. Sense crept back in gradually, impeded by dips in and out of consciousness and the heady pull of medication that worked to force the pain beneath a wash of numbness.

Eventually, though, he came back to himself. Sore, nauseated and confused above all else.

It wasn’t grass under his hands anymore. Instead, his fingers dug into soft sheets as he struggled towards wakefulness. The shouting and whistles and chaos had been replaced by a soft, rhythmic beeping.

Colin opened his eyes. “Am I in hospital?”

“Jesus!” Someone startled to his right and it took more effort than was really fair to turn his head. Isaac was poised half-out of a chair at Colin’s bedside, staring at him like he’d just seen a ghost. “You’re awake,” he stated.

“Yeah, thanks for that, mate.” Colin made a valiant attempt at sitting up and was immediately halted by a spike of pain through his skull. “Ahhhh no, not doing that, fuck…”

“Shit. Here, let me…” Isaac scrambled for what looked like a bulky old tv remote and held down a button. The bed rose steadily under Colin’s back and left him in a gently reclined position with much less fuss. “Better?”

“Yeah, yeah, loads. Thanks.” Colin cleared his throat, looking around at the small, quiet room. The only things of note were the machines and equipment currently hooked up to him in one way or another. “Why am I in the hospital?”

“You don’t remember?” Isaac frowned. “You got kicked in the fucking head, bruv.”

Colin blinked. That explained the headache, then. “Oh. How’d that happen?”

Isaac sank back into his chair and dragged his hands over his face. He was still in his Richmond trackies.

“You got tackled in the first half. Went down hard.” Colin remembered that bit, vaguely. Another player’s foot had clattered against his shins before his momentum sent him to the ground. “Colbridge ran right over your skull. Said it was an accident.”

Colin winced, reaching up to check that his head was, in fact, all in one piece. He could feel a patch of gauze taped in place above his left temple. “Was it?” he croaked.

Something dark passed over Isaac’s expression. “Dunno. Jamie didn’t think so. He got sent off for taking a swing.”

“What?!” Colin gaped at Isaac’s unaffected shrug. “What happened with the match? Did we win?”

“Two all. It don’t matter.”

“Of course it does, mate! We needed the points!” Colin groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Roy’s going to be so mad.”

“Yeah, well, he went in front of the cameras and demanded a League investigation so he’s probably going to be pissed off for a bit anyway. I should text him, actually, he wanted to know when you were awake…”

“Investigation?” Colin repeated faintly. “That not a bit much, mate?”

Isaac fell quiet and Colin chanced another look at him. His face was set in deep, solemn lines, eyes flitting over Colin’s frame every so often, as if checking he was still as intact as at the last glance.

“You didn’t see yourself,” he said finally, quiet. “Blood all over you. You wouldn’t wake up properly, couldn’t answer any of the medics’ questions. Beard went with you in the ambulance and we all had to just… keep playing. It was bad.”

He leaned back in his chair, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Then we got off the pitch and couldn’t come see you right away. The fucking press kept showing the footage over and over, and Jamie was getting questioned about what he did, and Roy was storming around yelling at everyone…” Isaac shook his head. “We were really worried, mate. I didn’t know if…”

“Oh.” Colin said again, not sure what else he could add to all that. The thought of his unconscious, bleeding face being broadcast across the country was more than a little disconcerting. “Did... Has anyone phoned my mum?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, sorry,” Isaac nodded quickly. “Nate called her while Roy dealt with the press stuff. Told her you were gonna be alright as soon as we got the okay from the doctors. And I got a hold of Michael. Rebecca’s sent a car to drive him up from London.”

Colin blinked. That was nice. “How long have I been out?”

Isaac checked his phone for the time before opening up a chat window. “Match ended about four hours ago. He should be here soon, actually.”

He typed out a few rapid messages while Colin digested all that information. Head wounds bleed a lot, he knew. It wasn’t surprising that he’d made a scary picture. It still seemed like Isaac was on edge, though, considering he’d apparently been given the all clear.

“Surprised Jamie was the one who got a red card,” he ventured eventually. Isaac snorted.

“Yeah, well, the rest of us were holding back Richard and forgot to keep him in check too.”

“Why did he think it wasn’t an accident?”

Isaac’s thumbs paused over his screen. He didn’t meet Colin’s eyes. “... he got to you first. Head Colbridge say some shit. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Isaac.” He smiled a little when his friend reluctantly raised his head. “I can handle it, boyo.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Isaac objected immediately. He huffed. “He was being a homophobic piece of shit and it’s not your problem, alright? Like I said, Jamie smacked him and Roy’s taking care of the official stuff. It’s being sorted.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Colin sighed, looking down at his hands. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault,” Isaac cut him off firmly. “It’s him, and the League, and every other fucker who thinks they’ve got any right to...”

He quietened down again, all the fight seeping out of his broad frame with another look at his friend laid up in a hospital bed.

“This doesn’t get to happen again.”

Colin swallowed against the swell of emotion in his throat and closed his eyes again when his vision blurred. He did his best to ignore the streak of tears he felt run down his cheek and trusted Isaac to do the same. “Yeah, alright. Whatever you say, captain.”

The careful arms around his shoulders were a surprise.

Isaac didn’t squeeze tight or pull him closer, just held him against his solid, warm weight. It was unbearably comforting and Colin tentatively put his arms around him in kind, mindful of the wires and tubes connected to his hands.

“I’ll be alright, y’know,” he told him gently. Isaac made a soft, wet sound.

“I love you too, bruv. Should have said it before." Now he squeezed, seemingly taking strength from it. "This doesn’t happen again.”

#they are soft #cw homophobia #colin hughes #isaac mcadoo #ted lasso #my fic #fic prompts

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daydreamgoddess14 · 2 years ago

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Rebecca Welton's F*** You, Ted Tour

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I have literally no idea where this came from. It stated out as a lighthearted homage to Hannah Waddingham's fantastic social life but it grew just a little bit bigger and a bit more angsty! Ahh well there's a happy ending at least!

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Rebecca Welton and friends having fun in the VIP area at Glastonbury watching Elton John.

Cowboy boots. She was wearing fucking Cowboy boots and shorts. With glittery face paint across her cheekbone and Keeley Jones under her arm. She looked free, unburdened, wild. Ted felt all of his blood rush south. Fortunately he was in his car. And alone.

A week later, another sighting.

Rebecca Welton attends the Men's European Under-21 Championship Final at the Adjarabet Arena, Georgia. Ms Welton saw the England team beat Spain and is no doubt looking at potential players to join AFC Richmond.

Seeing her at a football match, Higgins by her side was like being at home again. He pushed the thought away.

Another week later, a veritable flurry of sightings.

Saturday: Rebecca Welton attends Wimbledon with friends. She's pictured here with the AFC Richmond Captain, Isaac McAdoo and his sister.

God, that white sundress was something else. He scrolled through picture after picture of her laughing and pulling faces until his vision swam and he couldn't see any more.

Sunday: Rebecca Welton attends the British Formula 1 Grand Prix at Silverstone with her Goddaughter.

Formula 1? Formula fucking 1? He had no idea that she was even a fan of the sport until she was interviewed on the track and he had to hear her voice, hear her laugh. And goddammit if she didn't suddenly spill stats from her gorgeous mouth.

"Are you having fun Ms Welton?"

"I am. Looking forward to a fantastic race and hopefully a British winner on the podium."

"And are you ready for the new season in a couple of weeks? When do you plan to announce the new gaffer?"

"Ready and raring to go. New manager will be announced next week."

She was then pictured giving Pep Guardiola a warm hug and the pair posed for a photograph together. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Sunday: Rebecca Welton attends Bruce Springsteen at BST Hyde Park with AFC Richmond Coach, Roy Kent and Head of KBPR, Keeley Jones.

How the heck did she go from Formula 1 to Bruce Springsteen in the space of an afternoon?! She was with Keeley again, and Roy. The women pictured with hands in the air, dancing wildly and singing along. One of his biggest regrets was not asking her to dance more.

Apart from anything else, she must be exhausted. He hadn't really noticed her in the media much when he’d lived in the UK, but now, she seemed to be everywhere. Every weekend a different sporting event or gig. In light of his departure, Ted had taken it upon himself to avoid contact as much as possible. To put up the fences around his heart - he learned it from the best. But here she was, week in and week out making it impossible.

She was on the 'Rebecca Welton Fuck You, Ted Tour'.

He could have made life easier on himself, sure. Turned off the Google alerts for her name (former married name, and maiden name). Maybe uninstalled Instagram. But that all seemed a bit extreme. He could do this. He could go cold turkey. He definitely, absolutely did not need to look at every single notification. And the phantom notifications as well when he was so sure he'd heard his phone ping (it hadn't). He'd then have to check the volume was up on his phone - wouldn't want to miss a call or message from Henry (he never did). The worst bit was that Henry was seeing the same posts and articles.

“Dad! Are you kidding me - we could have seen Elton John?!”

“Dad, dad, dad! She went to a FINAL and the England team WON and we could have been there!”

“Fast. Cars. Dad. I could have had such a badass summer, instead I’m still in boring Kansas!” Ted had explained his reasoning for coming home to both Henry and Michelle but both seemed so… disappointed in him. Certainly more disappointed than Dottie had been during her visit - and that was really saying something.

“We were just so excited for a really fun summer, Ted. That’s all. I’d booked an AirB&B between Richmond and the city, Henry and I were picking out shows to go and watch. I’d signed up for pre-release Wimbledon tickets - turns out I didn’t need to, I could have just asked Rebecca! We had so much planned.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Oh, you move over 4000 miles back to the US without consulting me and all I get is ‘oh’?”

“I didn’t realise I had to consult my ex wife in order to move closer to my son.”

“You know that’s not what I mean. Don’t twist my words because you’re angry with yourself for leaving and angry with Rebecca for daring to live her life.” He looked up, shocked. “I’ve seen her out and about the last few weeks - having fun. Bit of a contrast to when I last spoke to her, when I could barely understand what she was saying she was crying so hard.”

“I’m sorry, what? When did you speak to her?”

“I shouldn’t have-”

“Michelle, when?” He stressed.

“You were on the flight back here. She said she was at the airport and she wanted to apologise to me. She said she’d tried so hard to make things work for you in both countries. She asked me to look out for you once you got back. Wanted me to really make sure that you’d be ok. She was worried about you, she was… heartbroken, Ted. Utterly heartbroken.” Ted managed to find a kitchen chair before his legs gave out. “You foolish man. Did you really not have a clue?” He shook his head. “And now you’re torturing yourself every time she’s photographed leaving the house.”

“I had no idea she’d called you.”

“She didn’t want you to know. She just wanted to be certain that you’d have someone here to check in on you. I guess she knew you’d struggle with being away from the club. She clearly knows you better than you know yourself.” He gave an empty laugh. “But she’s not ok, Ted.”

“She looks it, she looks incre-. Never mind, she looks fine.”

“You were right the first time, she does look incredible. She’s also still heartbroken. Look at the pictures of her, Ted. Really look at her. That smile never reaches her eyes, she’s hanging by a thread.” She patted him on the shoulder and left him alone. He reached for his phone and scrolled back through. Michelle was right, he really concentrated, noted the tension in her shoulders, the dullness in her eyes, the automated smiles, and made a decision.

“Chelle, I need to-”

“Yes you do, Ted. You need to get on that 'Fuck You, Ted Tour' before the tickets sell out.” He looked incredulous. “What? That’s what she’s doing! Hoping that keeping busy and mentally saying ‘fuck you’ to you will heal her. Now pull yourself together and book a damn flight.”

“What about Henry, what about you?”

“We’re fine, we’ll figure it out. I’ll book something to join you next week and we’ll work it out once your brain is not completely at capacity.”

“My mom?”

“Should never have made you feel the way she did. The only person who can confirm what kind of dad you are, is Henry and guess what? He loves you, he’s happy and he wants you to be happy. That’s all there is, your mom’s opinion on this counts for nothing.”

He was at the airport before Henry was out of school.

From his flight, he arranged a place to stay and let Beard know of his impromptu visit. It took what felt like forever for a reply to come through. Eventually, he responded with a to the point: The boss is at a Bon Voyage party this afternoon for the Lionesses before they travel to Australia for the World Cup. It’s being held at the Sky Gardens. Keeley has called them up and added you to the guest list. Helpfully, Beard had also included a link with the location. Ted hadn’t specified a return date, and Beard didn’t ask. He stared at the invite email, which had just landed in his inbox. Go get her. The follow-up message arrived, interrupting his pensive freaking-out. He landed at Heathrow in jeans and a button-down shirt. Hardly the right attire for a red carpet event for women’s football. He sent a vaguely panicked message to the Diamond Dogs message thread and received a reply from Trent: It’s not about the clothes, it’s about the man. Stop stalling and go. So he did. Straight onto the train, straight into the city and then, following the directions on his phone to the looming skyscraper, which appeared to lean down to look at him. With the Sky Garden closed for the event, there was no queue, so he made his way to the front desk and handed them his phone with the invite on screen. They cross checked his information with their list and he was directed to the elevators with an “I’m sorry sir, the event has already started but you’re welcome to go straight up to join the attendees.”

The view was spectacular. Not the view across the Thames of the Shard, though that was impressive. The view of the who’s who of women’s football. England Lionesses milled around talking to club owners, managers and other players. Sponsors and executives filled the gaps and servers held trays of champagne aloft. He could already see Rebecca through the crowd, he could always see her. She hadn’t seen him yet. He made his way through the sea of people until he was spotted by the person she was speaking with. He had no idea who they were, but they knew him.

“Coach Lasso! What a pleasant surprise!” Rebecca, who still had her back to him, spun around so fast that the heel of her shoe twisted underneath her, sending her slipping backwards. He dashed out an arm to catch her at the waist and used his other hand to pull her up to standing. He could feel her trembling in his hands, she let go as soon as she was upright and able to, her eyes not moving from him.

“Well, I just had to see off the Lionesses and wish them luck for the World Cup.”

“I’m so glad you came. Rebecca, we’ll catch up later.” The woman patted her arm gently and left them alone. As alone as they could be in a room of a couple of hundred people. Rebecca grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and chugged it.

“Crushed it, boss.” He murmured just loud enough for her to hear.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing here?” She hissed. He hesitated.

“I’m not entirely sure. Can we go somewhere? Can we talk?”

“You can talk here. I’m busy.”

“I noticed. You’ve had a stacked out few weeks. Tennis, Formula 1, gigs.”

“Keeping tabs on me? I had a husband who did that once upon a time.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t need to be. I’m on my 'Fuck You, Ted' pity party where I go around and live my life like you didn’t leave a big gaping fucking hole in it.”

“I’ve been refering to it as the 'Rebecca Welton Fuck You, Ted Tour'.” He shrugged, she stared. “I’m worried about you,” he repeated. “Your smile ain’t the same, you’re tense.”

“Fuck you, Ted. These things happen when the person you love decides to walk away without even trying. Without even considering other options."

"I didn't have another option."

"Yes, Ted, you did. But you were so hellbent on being right that you chose not to see it. So now you have to live with the consequence of being wrong and seeing the truth. It's the shitty equivalent of having your cake and eating it."

"God, I love it when you talk like this. You're incredible."

"Do you know what, Ted? I know I am. It's taken a lot for me to see it, and at first, you were the biggest help in doing that. Then you fucked off back to America and I had to start all over again. So again, for what feels like the millionth time, fuck you. I'm not going to let you switch me on and off like a sodding light bulb. Excuse me, I have people to speak to here." She brushed past him. He caught her hand just in time, but she tugged it away from him and stepped outside onto the large viewing platform. He watched as she shook her hands and body out, trying to loosen up and relax, but it wasn't long before she clutched her chest, panic creeping across her face. He was pushing through the doors before she'd even had a chance to turn towards the window to seek him out. He maneuvered them to a corner of the terrace. The terror in her eyes broke his heart. He took one of her hands and placed it on his chest and then did the same with his own hand. Her heart pounded against his palm.

"Breath like me, baby. Nice and slowly in…." her free hand fisted at his shirt, anchoring her to him, "and out, slowly now, baby, I got you. Slowly, Becca, sweetheart." It took a couple of cycles before she was breathing regularly enough to let go of him, and another couple before she was able to speak. "I'll get you some water." He whispered once he was sure she was OK to leave for a moment. He kissed her forehead and let her rest. When he returned, he had water in one hand and champagne in the other. "Pick your poison, sweetheart." She took and downed the water and then took the champagne. He accepted a couple of chairs from a porter and guided her into the seat.

"Thank you. I can usually… I can usually stop them in time. I was just so angry, I couldn't focus." He took her hand and looked out at the view. "Why are you here, Ted?" Her voice cracked.

"Because I love you. And I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to tell you before I left. Thank you for being the brave one."

"Fuck you for leaving. And thank you for coming home." She smiled over the edge of her glass, her heart rate recovering.

"Will you call off the 'Fuck You, Ted tour'?" She leaned in towards him, her eyes flicking down to his lips.

"Depends, will you call off being an oblivious fool?"

"Think I can probably work on that, yeah," he chuckled before wrapping a gentle hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss.

Rebecca Welton and Ted Lasso enjoyed the view at the Sky Gardens today at a leaving party for the Lionesses before they travel to Australia for the World Cup.

"Mom, look!" Henry pushed the article into Michelle's hands.

"It's about time, huh buddy?" She smiled.

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#ted lasso #tedbecca #tedlassoedit #ted and rebecca #rebecca welton #ted lasso fanfiction #rebecca x ted #ted lasso fic

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moon0fairy · 2 years ago

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Ted Lasso finale 3x12 haha:

„That was a crime“ „Speaking of which.. Rupert Manion“

…. They really know how to subvert an audience, they reallyhad me there for a sec…

This poor cleaning lady

Judge Mcadoo damnn

Dani whuuut he‘s innocent your honor!!!!

Aww Jamie putting more money in

Expensive dinner huh

Is Roy and Keeley scaring each other gonna be a running gag now

„Stuff“ (Jamie)

Beard for the love of god leave this woman

TRENT🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Beard already underlining (just to make Trent nervous)

So everyone already knows about Ted leaving…

„Whatever you guys want“

Oh god

KEELEY TRENT INTERACTION

Keeley and Jamie hugging and you see Roy between them oh boi

Are we finally getting a Trent and Ted scene

„I just want you to like it“

Royoo🥹🥹

Me seeing Roy and Jamie fight: please just shut up and kiss

Now they‘re just idiots

If you go I go

Not them both showing up beaten up by Keeley

„You should just pick“ (if she says why do I have to pick when I can have both I‘ll scream)

Yeah honestly better choice

Ohh finally the Ted and Nate talk

They should paint „Believe“ on there honestly

MICHAEL OMG

Well Dr Jakobson that was rude (the look between Henry and Michelle)

ROY

Trent raising his finger every time he wants to speak

TRENTS HAIR IS PERFECT

Nate can finally talk about his girlfriend🥹

Damn that‘s a big avocado

No more Van Damme!!

This video sucks I don‘t want to cry already (apparently they had the same problem)

(Spotted Trents hair behind Ted)

Zorro literally blocked every score last game what‘s going on???

Awww all got a believe piece

Also that was the book Ted gave Jamie in the first season wasn‘t it?

Getting a new one would be easier but it‘s for the ~symbol~

ISAAC LETS GO

Huh???

Not the guy😂😂😂 (Barbara having the time of her life)

Rupert and his stupid villain coat

🤢🤢

Sassy also having the time of her life

TED KNOWS THE GAME

Jamie is doing the thing !!! From season one !!!! So many throwbacks!!!!

🥳🥳🥳🥳

COLIN !!!!!

So Rebecca didn‘t sell the club?

Ussie guy !!!!

Beard please leave Jane (also Ted please leave too and run into Trents arms)

NOOO WE GOT BEARDS NAME

Nooooo go with him😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

BOAT GUY OMG

TED WOULD NEVER MISS BEARDS WEDDING WTF

Also Dani giving us the poly representation ok!!

The ending was just me crying so no comment on any of that even tho I have thoughts but I need to stop crying first 🤣

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso commentary #ted lasso 3x12 #trent crimm #colin hughes #rebecca welton #keeley jones #jamie tarrt #roy kent #sam obisanya #isaac mcadoo #nathan shelley #coach beard

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ao3feed-tedlasso · 2 months ago

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A Jamie Tartt Christmas List

https://ift.tt/hGJpU3b by dangerouscoffeetheorist “Oi.” Isaac calls out, gaining the attention of the room and pointing at them accusingly. “No alcohol this year. Thoughtful shit. Think about your present.” A series of groans echo around the locker room, but Sam smiles. He never liked just buying people liquor, it seemed wholly impersonal and lazy. The problem is, what to buy someone who has everything? -/-/- Richmond do another Kris Kringle and Sam is wholly stumped as what to buy Jamie. When he starts to take notice of the man he notices some little quirks and thinks he might have just the present. Words: 4631, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jamie Tartt, Sam Obisanya, Roy Kent, Ted Lasso, Isaac McAdoo, Colin Hughes Relationships: Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt, Sam Obisanya & Jamie Tartt, Jamie Tartt & Everyone, AFC Richmond Players & Jamie Tartt Additional Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Jamie Tartt Needs a Hug, Jamie Tartt-centric, Jamie Tartt Gets a Hug, The shirt thing, Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt Friendship, Jamie Tartt's Poster of Roy Kent, Roy and Jamie being weird about each other, Fluff and Humor, Attempt at Humor, Richmonds gift exchange, that one hoodie source https://archiveofourown.org/works/60956890 November 30, 2024 at 05:06PM

#Ted Lasso (TV)#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso Fic

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writer-and-thrasher · 1 year ago

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Who Tells Your Story?

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Trent Crimm, Rebecca Welton, Colin Hughes, Roy Kent, Isaac McAdoo, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso) Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Season/Series 03, Trent Crimm's Painfully Low Self-Esteem, Friendship, Trent Crimm Needs a Hug, Rated T to be Safe, Trent Needs Therapy, I wrote this instead of talking to my therapist, oh well, Team as Family

Summary:

If he’s being honest, Trent has no idea what could possibly bring him to Nelson Road this soon after his book tour. _______ Or, Trent Crimm can't imagine that people genuinely want him in their lives. Looks like his newfound family will have to prove it.

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I made a post about this within the last month or two and planned on moving on completely from it, but apparently it had other plans for me. Check out my pinned post for more information about my new writing schedule that I'm really excited about! Thanks for reading!

#ted lasso #trent crimm #colin hughes #roy kent #rebecca welton #keeley jones #isaac mcadoo #afc richmond #wrath fic #wrath #fanfic #fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic

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what-am-i-hyperfixating-on · 2 years ago

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Isaac McAdoo oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have never related to a character so much but not bc of any plot points but bc of Kola’s DELIVERY. Firstly the fact that things are unfair. I hate injustice and I hate when people do things that are wrong and even if there’s other things going on (like Roy says) I am still ANGRY because it’s not RIGHT - why are they getting away with it if it’s not right????

Secondly the anger. The yelling while holding back tears. The wanting to absolutely break down but it isn’t right and it isn’t okay and it’s just so unfair. Isaac explodes, and then can’t express his anger without also expressing his disappointment, his compassion and his SADNESS. Watching that is so powerful because I have sat in the same position with people (like Ted) saying that it is wrong but I need to calm down. Take a breath. I’m not saying that’s the wrong approach, but I relate to Isaac in that it’s not helpful when I feel injustice. I have tried to hold back tears while trying to explain my point and not being able to get through it.

Thirdly, the way he tries to push Roy away. Running away to be alone instead of letting people see you be vulnerable. UGH I could write essays. The way he doesn’t need a lecture or to be yelled at or even a hug he just needs someone to sit with. And it’s there in the quiet solidarity that he can process and cry and be upset and realise how to move on.

I never thought Isaac would be the character that i related to most from this show, but those scenes changed my entire perspective.

#ted lasso #isaac mcadoo

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tartt9 · 2 years ago

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Seeing Paddy O'Gara on a pitch is an absolute delight. Even now, as he gets older [ Jamie fears that this will be Paddy's last season on the pitch, fears that he's about to lose his closest friend, his biggest advocate, the man he's loved since he was seventeen and picking up cones on a training pitch on Etihad Campus - it scares him ] Paddy is a sight. A tall, strong centre back, one of the best of his generation. It would be fucking stupid for other centre backs to not study what Paddy's done in his time at Man City. If Isaac McAdoo hasn't watched a single set of Paddy O'Gara highlights, then he's a fool. Not that Jamie thinks that Richmond players are the best at what they do - just that they could be better. And studying City players is a good way to do that [ Jamie's only as good as he is because he trained himself incredibly hard growing up; he knew it'd be near impossible to go from a council estate to the Premier League, so he worked his arse off. He trained harder than anyone in his Academy age group, he went home and ignored schoolwork to train more, he studied Roy Kent's every play. Learning the history of the game, the legends that came before you, it's important, in Jamie's mind. Studying Paddy would just be fucking smart ].

He had missed Paddy during his loan period - desperately. He spent his Sunday afternoons alone [ especially after he and Keeley broke up ] pouring over match film, trying to hear Paddy's voice telling him what he'd done well, what he could've done better. Since Jamie was seventeen, he's truly taken Paddy's word as law when it comes to football and strategy. He has a feeling that every minute of playtime he's gotten at City has come off of the tongue of Paddy, with the additional context that Jamie is the hometown kid, the Academy lad that City raised up, trained up into the man he is today. You need a champion in a club like City, where every single player is of an extremely high caliber. And Jamie's fucking lucky that he's got Paddy O'Gara as his. Of course, Pep cares for him deeply, as well - the way Pep cares for every single one of his players - but caring for him and championing him on and off the pitch are two very different things. Jamie's never found himself on Pep's doorstep late at night, bloodied, bruised, needing help. Paddy has seen him at his lowest. He just wishes he could've had a hug from Paddy when Jamie led Richmond to a 3-1 victory over Crystal Palace, or a hard-fought 1-1 draw against Burnley. He's glad they're back together now. Jamie is truly at his best when he has Paddy at his side.

I think it's the best I've ever seen you play. "Y'really think so...?" Jamie asks, his voice soft - much softer than what is characteristic for Jamie fucking Tartt. Paddy's voice is louder than James' in his mind. Even if only because Paddy genuinely knows the game. Paddy knows what it's like to play, he knows the strategy required on a pitch, knows how to manage a 90 minute match, knows what it's like to be breathing from exhaustion but being so fucking delighted that you're playing the game you love. He knows what the coaches are saying in the dressing rooms or on the sidelines. James Tartt likes to pretend like he knows. He likes to think that, because he's spent over forty years watching footy, he knows footy. But James has never played, not at a level nearly as close to Jamie. He was never an Academy boy, never felt the pressure of growing up knowing you could be cut at any time, that you had to be the best from the age of nine all the way through your Premier League debut, and that you could only get better after that - no stagnation, no getting worse to get better. Only harder, faster, stronger. Jamie curls 40 kilos, for fuck's sake, Jamie doubts that James could even pick up a 40 kilo weight. But Paddy knows. Paddy has been in dressing rooms for longer than Jamie's been alive. Paddy knows what it's like to learn from your coaches, to do as they're told - make the extra pass, drop back to defence, move up to forward, Jamie has touched almost every inch of a pitch under Pep - total football is a beautiful style of play. And Jamie likes to think that he's good at it. "Okay - okay, yeah, okay," he agrees, nodding. It's been so long since he's sat down with Paddy to watch game film. But it's always helped him improve his game, and he's missed it - desperately. Even if he'll have to see Roy Kent ruining his knee for the rest of his life again. Even if he'll have to watch as Richmond runs an absolutely ridiculous trick play that led to a goal because City had no clue how to defend it. He'll still get to curl up to Paddy's side, rest his head on the older man's shoulder, or in his lap, and listen to his commentary about what Jamie had done well, what he could have done better - because there's always better, even when Jamie's played the best match Paddy's ever seen him play.

But James' voice will always be stronger, in his head. No matter how loud Paddy's is, no matter how much he loves that smooth, soft Irish accent, it will always be beat out by the angry Mancunian one, the one that added violence into the mix to make sure that the words stayed put.

Jamie drops his head back to his food when Paddy breaks eye contact. He runs his tongue over his lips, finally reaching for one of his chips. "Yes, Coach," he teases, nudging Paddy's foot with his own again. It's intimacy, in a way, what he and Paddy share. Jamie has never felt anything like this with anyone he's ever played with before. The time and effort Paddy's put into making Jamie better... it's love. Jamie know it is. And Jamie doesn't know how he'll ever be able to repay him. Maybe he'd find Paddy's old kit from the Euros in 2012. It'd be fucking expensive, but a worthy gift, in Jamie's mind. God, Paddy was going to retire, and Jamie's going to be alone, and - retirement isn't death, Jamie has to remind himself. Even if Paddy moves back to Ireland [ which he fucking should, that's where his family is, even if he's lived in Manchester for his whole career ], Paddy won't be dead. Jamie can still call him on Sundays, ask if he's seen the match, text him, talk to him. And it'll be fine. Because, by next season, Jamie will be solidified in City's starting XI. He'll be achieving what he'd been meant to achieve since he got his call up. He'll be the hometown lad, his face on billboards across Manchester. He'll be fucking great. "This's really good," he says with his mouth full, gesturing to his plate with a chip in his hand. "Thank you, Paddy... happy... 2020 season. We're gonna win the whole fucking thing."

pádraig. jamie is the only one who gets away with it, really, unless you count in paddy’s mother. he cannot help but smile slightly, but with much fondness. it feels weird to remember the times when paddy played at manchester city without jamie devotedly by his side. even paddy sometimes forgets that he was once like jamie too – except he enjoyed no one’s protection on the pitch and inside of the dressing room, and it’s those feelings, however repressed, that had made him stop after training and help jamie, then no older then seventeen, pick up the cones. paddy had done it in a very paddy way, wordlessly and with no patience for a stumbling thank you, but he’d taken the time to stay behind and help nonetheless. from that moment on paddy made sure he was always by jamie’s side – it’s a common misconception that it’s jamie that’s by his side and no the other way around. paddy would stand up whenever the locker room bullying reached his ears. paddy would advocate to get jamie more time on the pitch. paddy would take time out of his day off to tell jamie exactly how he’d played, what was good and what to avoid next time. paddy would demand to speak with pep as soon as he became manchester city’s trainer and praise the young, underused talent that was jamie tartt. not that he’d needed to, in the end, but it did create the silent understanding amongst the men that jamie is to be a priority.

and my god – what a delight it has been! jamie had returned from richmond as a man changed, although the changes had been subtle and hidden away at first. but paddy had seen it, rustling restlessly underneath the disappointment and resentment. something he’d been waiting for. a person he knew jamie was always able to be, if only he had the chance to grow and prosper around the right people, with the right environment. paddy and pep alone weren’t enough. jamie had needed a club like richmond to find out what he could be, and it hurt paddy to think it turned out to become just another disappointment. he could only hope jamie could find a way to take what he’d learned at richmond and hold onto it without the anger of how it ended… and then jamie had made the pass to hendrick, and paddy had hopes that jamie would be okay.

“ i think it’s the best i’ve ever seen you play. ” high praise from paddy o’gara. he looks at jamie, the concern he feels leaking into his features. there’s nothing but sincerity in his voice, he even nudges his foot again’s jamie’s – but will it be enough to convince jamie? is paddy strong enough to overpower the big, bad wolf whose shadow still hovers over his shoulder? he can see jamie’s doubt in the unkept hair, the slump in his shoulders, how his fries remained untouched while they would’ve already been gone otherwise. “ we’ll watch the game together later. ” paddy is brought back to the many sunday brunches they’d shared, nothing but good food and cheer between them, paddy pausing the game to share some of his hard-earned wisdom with an eager jamie. sometimes, like this moment, something knots itself uncomfortably tight in his throat when he remembers. although paddy knew things weren’t good for jamie back then – the young talent lacking the chances and resources and support to become the legend he could be, much to paddy’s and later pep’s regret – paddy couldn’t help remember those sunday noons as… perhaps not simpler times, but something better than what was going on right know; something softer than all the things that had happened to him that paddy wasn’t able to protect him from. as long as he allowed himself to look back at jamie’s beginner years at manchester city within the bounds of those sunday noons, paddy could imagine jamie to be happy, and paddy had contributed to that happiness. it’s that thought, the idea that maybe, hopefully, he’d made those years a bit more bearable for jamie that get to him. he finally breaks the eye contact and looks away, swallowing down some of his food without really tasting it. he’s not one to cry easily, but the twitch of his jaw comes close enough.

a silence falls between them, heavy with jamie’s troubles and paddy’s worries. “ eat your food, jamie ” , paddy eventually breaks through the stuffiness in the air, “ it’s good for the soul. ” he takes the salt and sprinkles some extra onto jamie’s fries for good measure. an encouragement. please eat. feel better. i’m here. i’ll always be here. jaw still clenched, paddy’s defense against any emotion more meaningful than anger, paddy concentrates on his own plate again.

#richmondsway #richmondsway [ paddy ]#replies !#verse: man city !#abuse tw #jamie trying not to cry againnn

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rhettabbotts · 2 years ago

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dear reader for your celly with one of your other favorite shows 👀 (I know you did criminal minds already but I keep forgetting to send something aksksjdj)

ahhhhh okay so i’m gonna do ted lasso bc it’s one of my all time favs <333 also these are all based on the characters after their redemption arcs (those who had them lol)

ted lasso - @sebsxphia (one of the kindest people ever!!! they have such a huge heart and always make people feel welcome and loved and i want them to know how loved they are back 🥺)

rebecca welton - @gretagerwigsmuse (the girlboss vibes!!! they give me the vibe that they love fiercely and will fight for those they love. just an incredible boss ass bitch and i love them <3)

roy kent - @mayhem24-7forever (my fav!!! they also love fiercely and will do absolutely anything for the ones they love. they’re always willing to fight for you and be in your corner no questions asked)

keeley jones - you!!! (you give me major keeley vibes. you are so positive and you’re also a girlboss!! you are an independent confident queen and ilysm

jamie tartt - @hangmanapologist (can be too hard on themselves sometimes and i just want to constantly remind them that they deserve everything good)

dani rojas - @fanboygarcia (just radiate so much positivity and good vibes 🥺 i love them sm and i always get happy seeing anything from them)

sam obisanya - @floyd-luvr (a ball of sunshine!!! such a kind and loving person and i want to give them so many hugs and forehead kisses bc they deserve it)

colin hughes - @jostystyles (my baby <333 they’re so sweet and funny and i want to wrap them up and take care of them)

trent crimm - @nobody7102 (sexy people we love you!!! they’re such an incredible writer and they have the best hair😌)

isaac mcadoo - @lt-natrace (my beloved <333 they are a big softie and they give me major leader vibes. like when they’re needed in a leadership position, they step up and i admire them so much)

#shelby’s 750 celebration!#casting my mutuals

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double-hoe-seven · 3 years ago

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AFC Richmond as boyfriends

Here’s a lil headcanon collection of our favorite himbos as boyfriends.

I did it again for the staff (: AFC Richmond Staff as partners

A/N: Definitely didn’t put everyone but these were my top ones and it’s 2 AM so imma leave it here.

Sam Obisanya

The absolute sweetest man you have ever met

Such a softie, very concerned about making sure you’re happy and comfortable with whatever choices you make together.

He always picks the most random times to surprise you with things; showing up at your work randomly for lunch or with coffee/tea, random little souvenirs from his away games.

He’s always putting himself second and sometimes you have to remind him “hey, babe, you can do things for yourself, you deserve nice things too.”

Just, compliments galore with him. He’ll always find a way to compliment you on something.

The most cuddly person ever, he loves public affection (hand holding, piggy backing, hugging, kissing if it’s not raunchy, etc), he really just likes showing you off because he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have you.

He takes his time with your relationship, letting it bloom and grow at it’s own pace.

There aren’t many fights between you, hardly ever, the last “fight” you had was because you couldn’t unanimously decide which dog to rescue. The solution? You adopted both, now you share a one-eyed Jack Russell Terrier named Starro and a three legged German Shepherd puppy named Harry (Pawter. He was so proud at his pun when he showed you the then 3-month old puppy.)

Again, just the sweetest, more romantic man you’ve ever met and ever will meet.

thesexisgoodtoo. hesaverygentleandgivinglover

Isaac McAdoo

Man’s stubborn.

I mean it, he is as stubborn as a mule.

I’M DEAD SERIOUS, he once pouted for 5 days when you accidentally ate the last Rolo in the flat.

But he’s also romantic in a sort of rugged way?

He won’t go shopping with you but he knows what colors look best on you, he knows what styles look good on you, and he has your sizes and shades memorized.

Bear.

Mr. sometimes-crank-teddy-bear over here.

He’ll say he doesn’t want something but he will eat half of your food if given the chance. If you step away from your food to get a drink or something, there will be a good part mission when you get back.

Its a tradition to go on a date the morning of a game, and snuggle up with a movie after the game.

You have had more than a few drunk texts from him, all of them equally funny and full of sexual innuendos.

You don’t address his Rolo addiction. It could be something much worse anyway.

Richard Montlaur

So many visits to the goat farm he was raised on!

He really has to drag you back to London after visiting his parents because you don’t want to leave all the precious goats (and you and his parents get along famously).

You spend alternating holidays with each others families (except for Bastille day, you always spend that either together or with his family.)

There are always roses in your shared flat.

It’s a constant battle over his facial hair.

He has a grudge against the way the English make French pastries.

He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch or in uncomfortable positions and then wondering why his back or neck hurts.

Little spoon.

He’s teaching you French.

This man is a smooth operator, master at flirtation and romance. He’s good at planning romantic dates and outtings.

Dani Rojas

You 100% believe his mom when she says he was born caffeinated.

One of your first dates was a Mumford and Sons concert which was an interesting experience.

Soft boi hours with him. He’s a lil puppy dog.

Does this man ever sleep? Rarely.

He rises with the son and wants to get the day started immediately but he’s mostly letting you sleep in now.

He LOVES trying new things, exploring new places, generally having new experiences.

His absolute favorite thing to do when he’s not training is playing football (or any game, really) with the kids in your neighborhood. They all love him.

He’s a sweet boyfriend, not as sweet as Sam but he’s a close second.

You alternate who plans date night. You split the chores 50/50 but divvy it up if one of you is sick or has more work to do.

There’s so much alcohol in your flat its unreal.

You usually go to sleep before him but he has a bad habit of throwing himself into bed and partially waking you.

He makes the best breakfast most mornings.

And don’t forget the trips back home to visit his family in Guadalajara.

After a long day of training, he loves just laying down with his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

Jamie Tartt (Season 1)

FUCK NO

Jamie Tartt (Season 2)

On your first date you got drunk and bonded over shitty fathers.

Not that either of you really remembered the next day, you were both too hungover to immediately recall the night.

His love language is kind words.

At the start he needed a lot of reassuring that you did care about him for who he was, warts and all.

He’s slightly awkward when it comes to romantic gestures so most of the date planning falls on you don’t mind.

He still has some high maintenance behavior but he’s working on it and you’re proud of how far he’s come from the prick he used to be.

Your fights are usually over petty shit like where to eat for dinner or what movie to go see.

He will not hesitate to buy your feminine products for you. He knows your preferred brands and sizes and what treats you like when its that time.

He’s good at those rigged carnival games, the many little stuffed animals in your closet can attest to that.

He talks in his sleep. It’s all nonsense.

He has a soft spot for the neighbor’s cat (and cats in general).

Roy Kent

Rugged.

He’s great to snuggle up to.

The man is honest to boot. He doesn’t sugar coat anything at all.

10/10 times he will go down on you if asked. He’s a giver.

He is the heaviest sleeper in the world. You don’t know why he bothers setting alarms.

Phoebe has a room at your flat and spends so much time with you both.

Many nights have been spent reading different books on the couch together.

He has to clean the drains since 75% of it is his.

Fuck is a very versatile word in your home, used daily.

Not the most romantic man alive but he has his moments.

Date nights are usually relaxed and proper but sometimes you can make the old man have a little fun.

He growls at least a dozen times a day, it’s his main response.

Jan Maas

My beloved

My sweet, beloved Jan who can’t/won’t use a filter to save his life.

He’s blunt in everything and sometimes it makes you want to slap him.

Jan is still getting used to English ways and mannerisms.

He has good intentions but sometimes needs a little help with wording.

He likes going on Aquarium dates.

The more tired he is, the clingier he is and it’s too cute.

Once after a game he plopped onto the couch next to you and basically tried to curl up in your lap.

He can make amazing pancakes.

Thats it though.

You’ll do most of the cooking if you value living in a flat that’s not on fire.

He’s a sweetheart though.

Mostly good intentions though.

Doesn’t mind nudity and had to quickly be reined in by the team. Not at home though.

At home he can easily be found lounging in boxers and a t-shirt while he sips coffee.

He knows what he’s doing.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker

#Ted Lasso #Jan Maas #Isaac McAdoo #Dani Rojas #Roy Kent #Jamie Tartt #Sam Obisanya #Richard Montlaur #AFC Richmond Himbos #AFC Richmond #AFC Richmond Greyhounds #Emotional Support Himbos #I love them all your honor #Jan Maas my beloved #Sam Obisanya is baby

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