#ted lasso

[hacash]

Guys I'll be real...I do not trust the Richmond FC himbos to destroy the One Ring of Sauron.

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

[braedenhales]

TED LASSO "TWO ACES" [1x06]

[nameless-jamie]

Hiii, saw your pole and I'm obsessed with mutual pining!!! Can you write about AFC Richmond playing in a different city and after the match they have no curfew, but Roy takes Jamie for an all night training session and it just Jamie and PA missing each other throughout the night? Pretty please 🥺🥺🥺

Match Away

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post, I had a rough few days…

TW: cursing, suggestive language/scenes

Jamie was sulking.

Not in an obvious, pouting like a child way—at least, not in public—but Y/N knew him too well to miss the little signs. The way his responses had been shorter than usual when she told him she wasn’t coming on the away game. The dramatic sighs. The way he had muttered, ‘S’not even worth goin’ then,’ under his breath, like he wasn’t literally contractually obligated to be there.

“Babe, you know I’d come if I could,” she had said, smoothing her hands over his chest, knowing exactly how to coax a real response from him.

“Don’t see why you can’t,” Jamie grumbled, dropping his forehead against hers.

“Because somebody has a schedule so packed it needs a miracle worker,” she teased. “And somebody also has sponsorship paperwork that needs finalizing before the deadline.”

Jamie exhaled heavily. “Sounds like a lot.”

“It is,” she said pointedly.

“So,” he murmured, nudging her nose with his, “couldn’t you just... not do it?”

Y/N huffed a laugh, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Oh, yeah, great plan. Let’s just see what happens when you don’t show up for your next big Nike campaign because I didn’t confirm your shoot.”

Jamie groaned, leaning back on the couch dramatically. “Babe. I need you there.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Will I?” He gave her the biggest, most tragic eyes she’d ever seen.

“You will,” she laughed.

“I won’t,” he said immediately.

But he had, of course. Barely.

The match had been a success—AFC Richmond clinching a narrow but well-earned victory in an away game that had everyone riding high on adrenaline. The team was in a different city, the air electric with post-match energy, and for the first time in ages, there was no curfew. No early morning drills. No scheduled meetings. Just freedom to celebrate.

Jamie had been looking forward to it—spending time with the team, sneaking away for a quiet moment alone to call Y/N. After everything—the missed voicemails, the confession, the stolen touches and whispered I love yous—he wanted to just be with her. He missed her.

But, of course, Roy fucking Kent had other plans.

Just as the team was heading out to celebrate, Roy had grabbed Jamie by the back of his training jacket and grunted, “You. Extra training. Now.”

Jamie had groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Oh, come on, Coach. We won. Can’t this wait till tomorrow?”

“No,” Roy had answered, completely unmoved.

So Jamie had sighed heavily, and trudged off behind Roy, muttering about “cruel and unusual punishment” as he disappeared into the night.

Y/N hadn’t intended to surprise him.

At first, she had genuinely needed to stay behind, sorting out his brand deals and upcoming events, because as much as Jamie complained about the responsibilities that came with being him, Y/N was the one who made sure it all actually happened.

But by the time she had checked off the last task, hours earlier than expected, she had started to regret not going.

Because Jamie had been relentless.

Jamie: I miss you. Jamie: I miss you more. Jamie: Why aren’t you texting me back? Have you replaced me? Jamie: Who is he?? Y/N: Jesus Christ, Jamie. It’s been 15 minutes. Jamie: That’s 15 minutes too long.

And then later—

Jamie: Team’s going out. Can’t even be arsed. Y/N: Go. Have fun. Jamie: Not fun without you.

By then, she had already made her decision.

She had booked the next available flight, packed a small bag, and by the time the team was getting ready for their match, she was already on her way.

He had no idea.

Which was why it was so fucking annoying that, after a full day of traveling just to surprise him, she was the one left waiting for him.

Because Jamie Tartt wasn’t in his hotel room.

No, Jamie Tartt was off suffering under Roy Kent’s iron fist, training in the middle of the fucking night while Y/N sat on the edge of his bed.

It wasn’t like she had planned it—she hadn’t flown across the country just to seduce him—but after all their pining, all their stolen kisses, all their missed moments, she wanted him to walk into his hotel room and see her looking like something out of one of his dreams.

And she knew Jamie.

He would lose his fucking mind.

If he ever actually got here...

Now, hours later, Y/N decided to go to the hotel bar with the rest of the team, nursing a drink she barely cared about, distracted and restless as she scrolled through her phone. She and Jamie had been texting the whole time. She was tired of sitting in the room all night.

Jamie: Roy is a demon. Jamie: Been runnin’ for hours. Might die. Jamie: If I do, tell everyone I loved you the most.

She had smiled at that, typing back:

Y/N: Dramatic. You literally do this for a living. Y/N: I miss you.

His reply had been immediate.

Jamie: I miss you more. Like, physically hurts how much I miss you. Jamie: Think I’m love sick. Jamie: Probably the worst case in history.

She had rolled her eyes, but her stomach had fluttered all the same.

It continued like that for hours—little messages, him sneaking a text when Roy wasn’t looking, her checking her phone between conversations with Sam and Isaac, neither of them quite able to focus on anything else.

But the celebration started winding down. The team, exhausted from the match (and the drinking), started retreating to their hotel rooms. She had lingered in the lobby for a while, hoping Jamie would be done soon, but after a final text—

Jamie: Roy says one more hour. Kill me.

—she had given up, heading to Jamie's room alone. Trying to make the best out of the situation and surprise him.

She had barely gotten comfortable in bed, wearing the most ridiculous excuse for sleepwear, when her phone buzzed.

Jamie: Done. Finally. Jamie: My legs are fucked. Jamie: Callin' you soon. Got to get to my room.

Y/N had barely processed the text when she heard the key card being inserted into the door.

By the time Jamie dragged himself through the door, he was exhausted, half-delirious, and so sore he was considering never forgiving Roy Kent. His shirt was damp with sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead, and his usual cocky smirk was slightly loopy with exhaustion.

But when he lifted his head and saw her—actually her—sitting on his bed, legs tucked underneath her, looking like the prettiest thing he’d ever seen—every single complaint disappeared from his mind.

He froze in the doorway.

“Babe?”

Y/N grinned, leaning back against the pillows. “Hey, Jamie.”

His eyes raked over her—lingering on the thin straps of her nightdress, the soft fabric clinging to her skin. He blinked slowly. “Am I hallucinating?”

She tilted her head. “I don’t know. Did Roy run you into the ground?”

“Yes. But—” He shook his head like he was clearing it. “No, this is real. You’re real.”

Y/N bit her lip, nodding. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Jamie inhaled sharply, taking a slow step forward, then another. “Babe. You can’t just—fuck—you can’t just show up lookin’ like that.”

She smirked. “Like what?”

“Like—” His hands gestured wildly. “Like that.”

“I mean, it is my sleepwear.”

Jamie let out a strangled noise. “Babe, be fucking serious. That’s straight up lingerie.”

She laughed, and God, he had missed that sound.

He was in front of her in seconds, dropping onto the bed, immediately pulling her into his arms, his face buried against her shoulder.

“Pretty girl,” he sighed dramatically, immediately cuddling into her space, arms winding around her waist. “Missed you so much.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair. “I know.” Y/N laughed softly, letting him press his face against her shoulder. “You smell terrible.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled. “Been sufferin’. Roy had me doin’ sprints while he sat there and ate a protein bar. It was psychological warfare.”

She ran a hand over his damp hair, trying to fight a smile. “Poor baby.”

Jamie lifted his head, his eyes dark and hazy, still dazed from exhaustion. “You know how many times I texted you?”

She smiled. “Yeah.”

“Roy kept yellin’ at me for checkin’ my phone. Didn’t even care. Kept checkin’ anyway.”

Y/N smoothed her hand over his jaw. “I missed you too, Jamie.”

His lips brushed against her shoulder, trailing upward. “You should’ve been there, takin’ care of me and yelling at Roy.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Taking care of you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, fingers trailing along her waist lazily. “Like, y’know, run me a bath. Massage my legs. Kiss me better.” His grin turned cheeky

“I am here now.” She snorted.

Jamie sighed happily. “Yeah, but I wasted hours when I could’ve been doin’ this.”

She raised an eyebrow. “This?”

Jamie hummed, dragging her closer. “This,” he confirmed, kissing her softly, slowly, like he was making up for lost time.

She melted against him, letting herself sink into his warmth, the feeling of his lips, the way his hands mapped out her back.

Jamie pulled away just slightly, his forehead resting against hers, his fingers tracing the thin straps of her dress.

“You know,” he murmured, “I’d be sayin’ all sorts of things right now—if I wasn’t so fuckin’ tired.”

Y/N smirked. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He sighed dramatically. “Worst fuckin’ timing. Honestly, Roy should be arrested.”

She laughed, her fingers smoothing over his tired muscles. “It's a pity, really.”

Jamie groaned. “Need you to take care of me. Ok how about I lay down and you do whatever you want to me.”

“You’re literally about to pass out.” Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. “How about we start with sleep?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but pulled him onto his pillow and under the blanket. He collapsed onto it with a satisfied groan, dragging her down the blanket with him and nuzzling against her immediately.

Jamie hummed. “If I go to sleep, will you stay with me?”

She kissed his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. Didn't even book another room. I have to bunk with you, pretty boy.”

“Best night ever,” he mumbled, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder.

She smiled, running her fingers through his hair as he melted against her.

“Go to sleep, Jamie.”

His breath was already slowing, his body heavy and warm against hers.

Jamie sighed, utterly content, already half-asleep as he mumbled, “Love you, babe.”

Y/N smiled against him.

“Love you too, Jamie.”

[reidingandallthat]

i wanna bite him

Best of Jamie Tartt in Season 3

[l3v5ha]

#SEVERANCE: boy it's not that complicated 🙄

[bewarethegrim]

Roy and Jamie would absolutely accidentally fall into a total power exchange relationship without noticing. One day after 4am training, Roy, without thinking, tells Jamie "The blue headband." And without hesitation Jamie picks the blue headband from his collection that has gathered at Roy's.

And it's the little things, right? Roy is already in charge of Jamie's meal plan, so it just makes sense that he cook for Jamie, since he knows his nutrition plan better than anyone. Roy is already training Jamie privately in the mornings, and with his new role as assistant coach, it just made sense that he paid a bit of extra attention to Jamie and his workouts, and Jamie was known to overwork himself, so it just made sense that Jamie only work out while Roy was around, watching him to make sure he didn't over do it.

And one day on their day off, and Ruth had just picked up Phoebe who'd just spent the day playing in the yard with Jamie while Roy rested his knee and did reports, that something in his mind clicked.

Jamie spent almost every moment of his day with Roy now. He slept over at Roy's so he could sleep an extra 20 minutes before 4am training, and since he arrives to work with Roy, Roy brings him home- his home that is. And Roy tells Jamie to go stretch out while he makes dinner. After dinner, he has Jamie take a proper shower, and while he does, Roy lays out the clothes for Jamie to wear to bed.

And in all that time, months at this point, and at no point has Jamie asked for a night away (and isn't that an interesting thought, that Jamie would ask to go out, ask permission, like he belonged to Roy. And maybe he did in a way) But Jamie *hadn't* which means that Jamie had gone on a date or slept with anyone in months.

"Jamie?"

Jamie looks over from where he's sitting at the kitchen island, hands wrapped around a mug of tea. "Yeah, Coach?"

"Why haven't you gone out on any dates recently?"

And Jamie pauses. He looks, genuinely confused for a moment.

"You haven't told me I could." And Jamie says that as if it's a totally normal thing for your coach to decide when you're allowed to go out on dates.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Roy demands, feeling off kilter in this conversation.

Jamie shrugs. "Ever since I just let you decide what I do, life's just been easier, innit?"

Something dark and possessive curls in Roy's chest at that. He'd made Jamie's life better by being in control. He'd always been overbearing, especially in relationships, but maybe. Maybe they just hadn't been Jamie.

"Do you want me to start going on dates?" Jamie asks, something mischievous in his tone, but there was something else. Hope? No that wasn't right. Desperation, maybe. But for what, Roy didn't know.

"And if I told you no more dates? Indefinitely?" Roy decides to test the limits. How far would Jamie allow him to push?

Jamie shrugged. "Already been doing that, haven't I?"

And Jamie is so smug, looking so proud of himself. Roy has to take him down, just a little.

"What if I told you that you couldn't cum without my permission?" And oh, that's an interesting reaction. Jamie's eyes flutter and his cheeks redden deeply. He swallows before saying "Whatever you think is best, Coach."

And at some point, Roy has entered Jamie's space. He brings one hand, much steadier than he feels, to Jamie's chin. He's taking a risk, as calculated as it is.

"And if I told you only I could make you cum?" And Jamie melts, big eyes looking up at Roy like he held all the answers, and maybe to Jamie, he did.

"Please..." Jamie whimpers, his hands coming to wrap around the fabric of Roy's shirt.

And Roy has to take a deep breath, he needed to think rationally. He steps away from Jamie, and tries not to crumble at the pathetic sound Jamie makes as he does.

"Jamie-"

"Please Roy, I'll be good I promise? And I have been, haven't I? Doing everything you tell me to."

Roy is back, bringing Jamie close to his chest. "Yeah you have, Jamie. I'm not upset with you, never with you my good boy." He pauses. "Not anymore, anyways." He teases, and it works because he feels Jamie laugh.

"I just need to be clear, what we're doing, what we are. Am I just your coach? Or do you want more from me?"

This time it's Jamie who pulls back as he scoffs. "You haven't been just me coach in months." He looks a little bashful. "Always had a thing for ya, even when ya hated me and I lived to piss you off. You've seen the stupid poster in me room back home."

Jamie finally meets Roy's eyes, brave as ever, his boy. "I want to be your boyfriend, or partner. If ya want that too."

Roy smiles, letting Jamie nuzzle into his hand. "That is what I want, Jamie. More than anything."

"And to keep telling me what to do?"

And Roy laughs but nods. "Whatever my boy needs."

And a month or so later, Keely comes over and witnesses how they act with each other at home, and realises that oh my god you idiots are in a TPE relationship and cue Roy doing in depth research, printing out contracts and establishing safe words. Jamie happily does whatever Roy asks of him, just like he always does. And Jamie knows he could've said no at any point in this, in fact he had, when Roy tried to get him to eat mushrooms (he had limits!) but he knows the safe words makes Roy feel better, knowing how much power he has over Jamie. And if it makes Roy happy, Jamie is happy to do it.

[cauldronsart]

Ugh I’m obsessed with this bitch

[mahlikes]

#i just love them #and they LOVE EACH OTHER #they have sleepovers every night lbh #and yes that is roy’s shirt jamie has on :-)

sleepover 💅🏻

[techwrecker]

inspo/ref under the cut!

Found on pinterest. if ANYBODY knows who the og artist is, please let me know!

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Everybody Talks Too Much

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

Chelsea!Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader 1.1k words Warnings: Language, no Ted Lasso characters except for Roy, extremely protective and angry father, mean girls being mean girls

By the time Chelsea’s next match rolled around, your dad had cooled down. Not completely, of course, but as cool as he was capable of being while his only daughter continued to defy him and date Roy Kent. He’d even begrudgingly revoked his decision about benching Roy. Since you planned on wearing your number six kit, you opted to drive with your mum and brother to the stadium; seeing you with KENT emblazoned on your back, as if you belonged to the gruff midfielder, might have your dad consider driving into oncoming traffic.

As you followed your mother towards your family’s usual seats, a friendly hand landed on your shoulder. When you turned around, Katie was grinning at you, wearing a T-shirt with Jules’s number on it.

“Hey! I’ve got a spare ticket again. Come sit with me.”

Butterflies suddenly filled your stomach as you shook your head. “It's alright, I'll sit with my-”

Katie raised her eyebrows and smirked at you. “Wives and girlfriends stick together,” she teased. She reached out for your hand. “Let's go.”

Trying to fight back a silly grin to match the one your friend wore, you allowed Katie to link arms and offered your mum a little wave, which she returned with a knowing smile. Katie led the way to where the wives and girlfriends all sat, clad in their Chelsea gear and sporting expensive handbags and accessories with designer names you knew you’d mispronounce. While you were greeted by more than a few familiar smiles on the faces you’d known for years, your anxious attention was drawn to lipsticked smirks and raised eyebrows that followed you to your seat.

At least Katie’s eyes were friendly as you plopped down beside her. “Sooooo,” she murmured in a painfully sing-songy voice, “how are things?”

You instinctively narrowed your eyes at her sugary tone. “What did Jules tell you?”

“He didn’t have to tell me much,” she said as she slid her sunglasses over her eyes. “The tabloids did most of the telling.” She reached out and grabbed your hand. “Sorry about that. Seriously, if Jules and I had known-”

“Don’t,” you protested, giving her hand a squeeze. “Roy and I were adults who made our own choice. You and Jules have nothing to be sorry about.”

She nodded, keeping your hand in hers. “I’m still sorry you two got caught,” she insisted. She gave a small, friendly squeeze as she lowered her voice. “If It makes you feel better, Jules made sure your dad knew the truth about that incident with Drew.” She scowled, clearly also a member of Drew's Not-a-Fan Club. “Told him that Drew was talking about you- no details, your dad couldn't handle that- and that Roy was defending you. Some of the other fellas confirmed it too and convinced your dad to let Kent play today.” An uncharacteristically smug expression appeared on her face. “Too bad no one felt like speaking up for Drew.” Her gentle smile returned as she looked at you. “The point is, despite your dad’s temper and threats, there’s people around here who’ve got your back. Jules and I especially.”

Touched by the affection in her voice, you leaned your head on her shoulder. “Thanks, Katie,” you murmured. The two of you stayed like that, hand in hand, until the team came out onto the field, eliciting cheers and shouts from the crowd that filled the stadium.

Despite knowing it wasn’t your most brilliant idea, you couldn’t stop yourself from leaping to your feet when Roy was announced, clapping your hands with delight and bouncing up and down.

“Let’s go, Roy-o!” you called, wearing what you knew was your dopiest smile. Beside you, Katie let out a small chuckle, probably rolling her eyes how clearly besotted you were with the midfielder. 

Apparently you weren’t the only one willing to throw caution to the wind; a smile appeared on Roy’s face as he looked up in your direction, offering a little nod and a wink that was caught by the cameras and projected onto the stadium screens for everyone to see. 

“Daddy’s not going to like that,” a snide voice behind you hummed as you resumed your seat.

When you turned around, you recognized one of the models who usually either paid you no mind or sneered at you. She was currently choosing the latter, gazing at you over the top of her designer sunglasses with a coolly raised eyebrow.

Beside you, Katie whipped around. “You’re just mad your boyfriend’s always on the bench,” the usually reserved editor snapped. “So why don’t you hush and let us enjoy the match, hmm?” With a protective arm around your shoulder, Katie urged you to turn back around and face the pitch. “Don’t pay her any mind,” she assured you quietly, giving you a squeeze before taking her arm back, gripping your hand again. “She’s just mad because she was interested in Kent before settling for her second-stringer.”

A snort flew out of your mouth as you settled comfortably in your seat, eyes glued to that familiar number six on the pitch. “Thanks, Katie,” you murmured.

“Anytime.”

~

Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea.

The two little words kept floating in your mind as you stood next to Katie, waiting outside the changing room. You knew you were pushing the boundaries, probably more than you ever had before, but you couldn't help yourself. Not after the ninety minutes you’d just spent watching Roy Kent run up and down the pitch in that beautiful Chelsea blue.

Your heart fluttered when Roy walked through the door, his hair still damp from his shower and his t-shirt clinging deliciously to his skin. His eyes sparkled at the sight of you and- oh dammit- he bit his lip as he took in the sight of you in your Chelsea kit. There was something mischievous in his expression as he approached you, tentatively laying a hand on your waist and tugging you to himself.

“You enjoy the match, princess?” he teased, leaning down to peck your lips chastely.

“Uh huh.” It should have been embarrassing, how high-pitched your voice came out. But you couldn't feel anything but complete affection as you gazed up at Roy, with his little smirk and flushed cheeks.

He gave your waist a playful squeeze before letting go. “D’you want a ride home?” It was a loaded question, dripping with expectation that you'd be going to Roy's home- and his bed.

Before you could happily accept the offer, an icy voice cut through your happy little bubble.

“Time to go.”

Over Roy's shoulder, you spotted your father and his stoney expression and crossed arms. Embarrassment flooded through your body as you reached down and lightly touched Roy's hand, your heart skipping a beat when he let his fingertips linger against yours. He gave you a firm nod, silently letting you know he understood your abrupt departure.

Still, your stomach sank as you turned away from Roy so you could silently follow your father through the stadium to his waiting car.

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[thingsmethinks]

Things I want to see in Ted Lasso S4 that are very reasonable:

Roy Kent Bi!Arc. Totally plausible, have you seen him

Dr. Jake loses his license and goes to jail <3, Michelle finds a better therapist and gets better.

Ted Lasso gets drunk and bawls his eyes out in front of Rebecca, emotional growth where he learns to not take the hurt alone.

Beard and Jane divorce and get remarried, and then finally separate for good.

Nate realises how deeply he allowed the darkness consume him but learns to make amends without self-destructing.

Once AFC Richmond wins the Premier League, Ted returns and coaches the women's team with Roy.

Colin Hughes goes through an overly dramatic breakup, cue gay longing. The guys trying to cheer him up by taking him to a drag show.

RoyKeeleyJamie start dating, everyone is surprised except Rebecca. We get a passing mention of Jack being jealous but nobody cares.

Sam, Sam, Sam. Edwin Akufo dies in a helicopter crash.

Sam and Jan Maas Australia arc. What are they doing there? They know.

Rupert is placed into an old age nursing home.

Father Higgins appears in more scenes

Jamie decides to become a redhead.

[francisofgotham1]

Freddy Fazbear is trying to kill me.... but Ted Lasso is protecting me?

Yeah no, I'm screwed

Spin the wheel. That's who's trying to kill you.

Spin the wheel again. That's who's trying to protect you.

[fast-andthe-curious]

[jedusaur]

someone bookmarked my birds-and-bees fic with a note saying they didn't like how mean Roy is in it compared to canon. incredible, spectacular, an absolutely jaw-dropping feat of self-delusion. who's up for a Mean Roy fic challenge

[seekanddestroy13]

POV: you have one moment of weakness

trent crimm is so fucking sexy i'm losing my marbles. this is the most attractive man on ted lasso and i need to post about it here because otherwise i'm going to start talking to my friends about it and i really really need to not do that.