#ted lasso fan fic

[cranberry-writes]

“Whatever you need”

Ted Lasso x Reader

WARNINGS; referenced/implied physical and verbal abuse, panic attack, mild arguing, reader is a bit self deprecating, reader has issues relating to their father (only partly mentioned) :(, angst with a happy ending!

Synopsis; Reader has doubts about their ability to be a good partner, accidentally causing a small fight between them and Ted. Reader ends up having an anxiety attack but Ted is there to comfort them.

This was requested by @forcecaptainnoceda !

Ted was probably one of if not the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he was caring, happy, and always did anything he could to make sure you felt safe and loved. He would give you space if you needed it, hugs when you wanted the opposite.

As amazing as it was, it almost felt wrong. It made you feel like maybe you weren’t doing enough. Sometimes you’d have bad thoughts about your relationship, sometimes you’d think that maybe you didn’t deserve him.

But not wanting to ruin one of the best relationships ever, you said nothing. You let it fester, grow.

You slowly started pulling away, going out more when Ted was staying in, not stopping by his work as often, avoiding spending meals with him, anything you could.

And Ted noticed it, and it took him almost a month to say something.

“Did I do somethin’ to upset you sweetheart?”

You paused, fingers stopped moving around the keyboard of your computer as you worked on something you weren’t even fully sure of.

“No, nothing.” It took you a while to say it, putting those two words together seemed to have been impossible for some reason, talking to him about this seemed impossible.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I feel like you haven’t been, happy, around me darlin’. And I wanna make sure I can try and make it better.” You finally look up from the screen in front of you, his eyes looked genuine, but you could have sworn you saw just the slightest amount of annoyance in them. “I’m sure.”

Moving your gaze back down to your computer, you could hear Ted start to get up and move around, his final destination sitting down next to you, slowly closing your computer and moving it away. “Darlin’, I know you, at least I like to think I do.” Looking back up at him again, you could see his smile that was attempting to make you happy.

“What’s the problem?” You knew he was trying to help, you knew, deep down, that you should talk to him. But instead, you got defensive.

“I said it’s nothing Ted, leave it.” The words tumbled out of your mouth to quick for you to stop them, the tone you used surprised yourself, it sounded harsh. “Darlin’ I just don’t know what to do, i’ve done everythin’ i can to try and fix this but it feels impossible for me.”

You stayed silent, his voice rose in volume by a just a bit but it sounded like a yell.

“Can you talk to me? Please? Say something?”

You said nothing, instead opting to dip your head down, looking at your lap instead of at Ted. It was easier to avoid the conversation than try and fix it, to risk the possibility it would turn into something bigger scared you so badly.

You looked up and saw his hand moving towards you, and suddenly you felt like a scared kid again, your chest felt tight, your hearing started to get overwhelmingly sensitive before it seemed to just stop working.

You could feel your tears on your face as you fell backwards in your chair, the air being slightly knocked out of you before desperately scrambling backwards.

Realistically you knew you were safe, you knew Ted wouldn’t in a thousand years even think about harming you. But right now you where in flight or fight, rational thoughts where out the window and in another country. Right now you were a kid screaming and crying to try and get away from your dad.

Somehow in the middle of the crying and screaming you could hear Ted’s voice, softly spoken as always, he said your name so lovingly. He didn’t try to come close or touch you, he just sat down on the floor next to you and started talking calmly. At first you couldn’t understand more than a few words, slowly you were able to understand fully understand what he was saying.

He was recounting your first date.

Every moment, he talked about the restaurant you went to, the park you walked in, the movie you watched at his house after.

“For how much you claimed to loved that movie, ya’ know I think you didn’ really like that movie.” He chuckled to himself lightly, thinking fondly of the memory.

“..I did like that movie.” He looked for to you quickly, he looked shocked for a split second, then so happy you thought he may melt. He moved towards you but quickly stopped. “Are you good with contact right’ now darlin’?” You nodded your head slowly, and he moved over to you. Hugging you tightly and slowly soothing your back.

“Do you wanna talk about it love?” was the first thing said after almost 20 minutes, he held you close the entire time, not even once adjusting his position or anything, just making sure you felt safe. It took you a moment but you shook your head, not trusting your voice just yet. “That’s okay darlin’, that’s okay. I’m here when you need me.”

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Day 25 of @whumptober - surgery

[indigo-graves]

Soft || Roy Kent

Summary: AFC Richmond's captain Roy Kent is rigid and resistant to new management. New owner Rebecca Welton is willing to do whatever it takes to ruin the club her husband held so dear. New coach, Ted Lasso, is the American hired to lead the team to destruction. Alexandra Banks, the team's new physiotherapist, may just throw a wrench in everyone's plans.

Word Count: 7,192

Chapters: 4/12

Rating: M for Roy’s filthy mouth

Ao3 link

[daydreamgoddess14]

Just organising the prompts I want to use for the TedBecca Prompt Party 🥳

Very excited! This is the first prompt party thingy I've ever taken part in!

I'm going bold - I've got 8 picked out, so I'm going to try and post one per day.... while also keeping up with Landslide & Shaping Minds 😳

[politelymenacing]

Has anyone written a fic about Ted being on Celebrity GBBO? Or an AU where he is on the regular show (or similar)?

I have been feeling super fucking weird this week and for some reason my brain tells me that this would make me feel better...

[modern-day-classic]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton Characters: Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton Additional Tags: Post finale fix-it of sorts, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Feelings, you had one job Jason, and you fumbled it, so here I am attempting to fix it Summary:

For the first time since Ted had arrived, she had nothing to confess. No revenge plot foiled. No inappropriate office romance pulling at her. For the first time, Rebecca didn’t feel the need to grovel, apologize and beg for Ted’s forgiveness, for Ted’s approval. She was walking into today light. For the first time in years she felt genuinely at peace, she felt genuinely like herself.

[stonesandswords]

My beloved friend and co-captain of SS Colin/Jan/Richard wrote a birthday fic for our favorite OT3! The coolest birthday gift I’ve received yet, and just an awesome fic in general. 1000000/10, would recommend this fic!

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Colin Hughes, Jan Maas, Richard Montlaur

Summary: Colin and Richard figure out the best way to spend Jan's birthday is...

[lailasdermotts]

REAL FOOTBALL IS BACK (ted lesso season 4 renewal)

[fangirl-k8ee-ladyknight]

Is there/could there be a fic where

1) Roy takes the yoga mums to the charity gala after he’s been promoted to gaffer and just tells them it’s a work thing that he thinks they’ll have fun at and he buys them all glorious outfits and gets them a limo, the whole nine, and all they have to do is bid on Jamie for him.

2) Roy asks Jamie “do you trust me? Then have fun. Peacock. Pull an audible and tell the bidder they can pick the date. Enjoy your prick self.”

3) the mums buy his date and tell him he needs to wear clothes he can be *flexible* in and roy just tells Jamie to go with it.

4) date is just regular yoga night with Roy and the mums with wine (that Roy lets Jamie have TWO glasses of) and reality tv show watching and boy problem bitching and he has an absolute blast.

5) the mums “misunderstand” and make comments about how cute a couple they’d make all night.

Either pre-relationship or getting together.

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

TEMPORARY THINGS

Y/N lands a temp gig and Jason's kind of a hot mess *paused*

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - coming soon

story tag | talk to me + join the taglist

[thisismysecondrodeo]

Twitter Famous (Jason Sudeikis x Reader) EXTRA

AN: Surprise! It's just smut y'all. Set around the beginning of Chatper 10

Content Warning: Mutual masturbation, casual marijuana use

wc: 1.8k

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You knew Jason smoked weed and it didn’t bother you at all—most of your friends smoked, after all. But you could count on one hand the number of times you’d actually seen him smoke and even then it was only when someone else offered it to him. As much as the two of you spent time in private, you were starting to wonder why you’d rarely seen the man high. It made sense when the kids were around that he abstained, but this weekend on a break from tour, sans-children, you decided to ask about it. 

“Do you think I don’t like it when you smoke?” 

Jason’s head was in your lap and you were carding your fingers through his hair as the two of you watched something mindless and colorful on TV. You didn’t mean for it to come out so accusatory, but Jason shuffled around to face you with a smile. 

“You don’t smoke, so I was trying to be considerate. I’m a gentleman like that,” he teased and you rolled your eyes. 

“I’m not like morally opposed! I do edibles on occasion, smoking just hurts my throat,” you pouted and he chuckled. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to switch up your whole lifestyle just ‘cause I’m here.” 

“I can’t think of a better reason,” he responded, a charming little glint in his eye, “but I have edibles too…Y/N, do you want to get high with me?” 

“Sure,” you said automatically, but you knew there was an anxious look on your face. “Just know I’m a lightweight…and I, uh, get freezing cold when I’m high.” 

Jason gave you a curious look as he clambered off the couch and found his child-proof stash box on the highest bookshelf. “Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?” 

You avoided making eye contact, unpredictably embarrassed. What you weren’t telling Jason was that weed made you incredibly horny and always had. At this point, you and Jason had slept together many times, and you weren’t afraid to talk about or initiate sex, but the experience of regularly getting high alone and masturbating is something you’d never talked about with anyone. But Jason wasn’t just anyone, and the thought of Jason being able to lend a hand with that situation….well it was certainly making you a little braver. 

“This feels like weirdly vulnerable, but getting high makes me…really fucking horny,” you said as you took the offered edible and he was so surprised he nearly dropped it into the gap of the couch cushion instead. 

“Were you worried I was going to think you were trying to seduce me,” he laughed, his eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn’t help but giggle along with him. “Or that I’d ask you about all the high sex you’ve had?” 

Jason took his own edible and returned to his place in your lap, looking up at you with open curiosity. You dropped a hand onto his chest, your thumb rubbing gently back and forth over his collarbone. He was wearing a t-shirt from your tour and it was already getting that lovely worn-in cottony feeling from how often he wore and washed it. “I haven’t actually had high sex,” you answered with a smile. “I get really high and I touch myself and it fucking rocks and somehow that felt like too vulnerable a thing to mention.” 

You laughed which gave Jason permission to laugh, a high-pitched giggle that always made your heart swell with affection. You could already tell the weed was starting to take effect a little—things were funnier than they would have been sober. You hadn’t thought to ask about the dosage, but you knew Jason wouldn’t have given you something too strong. Jason brought the hand you were resting on his chest up to his lips, kissing your knuckles and then the inside of your wrist; he might as well have kissed your clit with the way arousal coursed through you. “First of all, that does fucking rock. Second of all, we absolutely do not have to do anything but I hope you’ll let me know if you, ah, need any help with that.” 

You smiled sweetly down at your boyfriend, “Actually there is something you can help me with…I wasn’t lying about getting cold.” Jason got up without complaint, dropping a chaste kiss on your lips while he went to retrieve a hoodie for you. 

Hoodie on, the TV switched to standup, you and Jason giggled your hearts out with matching bloodshot eyes. Jason didn’t press the issue, not that you expected him to, but you were surprised that he didn’t notice every light touch and accidental brush was making you vibrate with barely contained lust. You untucked your legs, swinging them into Jason’s lap since he was now sitting up next to you. Without looking over he snaked his long fingers around your ankle, massaging gently, and you whimpered before you could catch yourself. 

Jason looked over at you with a small smirk. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you responded slowly, sinking deeper into the couch and closing your eyes. You felt floaty and light and cozy in Jason’s Thundergong hoodie, but then you would register the touch of his hands on you again and a shock of heat would hit your core. It was a mix between an incredible amount of desire and being so comfy and safe you wanted to become the couch itself. 

Jason leaned forward, grabbed the remote, and turned the television off so the only light came from a floor lamp in the corner. You opened your eyes and Jason was looking at you intently, the warm light emphasizing his jawline and making his eyes look like pools of honey. 

“Will you show me what you do when you get high?” His voice was low and a little gruff and it made your clit throb. You knew exactly what he was asking and it sent a little thrill through you. 

“You want to watch,” you asked, your tone flirty and he smiled. “Yeah, I do.” 

Jason’s hand never stopped rubbing small circles on your ankle, no higher or lower, as the two of you talked and you could easily imagine those circles elsewhere. “Okay,” you nodded, and you wasted no time, wiggling your sweatpants down to your ankles. Jason helped tug them over your ankles and tossed them onto the arm of the couch. Your legs brushed his growing bulge as you got comfy and he sucked in a breath. You were pleased he was seemingly as affected as you were. 

His eyes were on your hand as you slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear. “Fuck, I’m so wet,” you cursed at the first caress of your fingers, dipping just a little into your opening before dragging your finger back up to your clit. 

“Yeah?” Jason asked breathlessly. One of his hands had migrated to your now bare knee, the other pressing against his erection. 

“Oh, you can’t see can you?” You immediately shuffled your underwear down your legs, and again Jason slid them off and placed them on the arm of the couch. “Better?”

Jason looked over and groaned as you started circling your clit in earnest. You expected to be nervous knowing he was watching you, but each touch felt electric, and Jason’s close attention only ramped up the feeling. You touched yourself exactly the way you would if you were alone, and Jason seemed wrecked as he watched, grunting lightly when he noticed you growing wetter. Your fingers made a lewd sound when you slid two of them inside of you, and you moaned, wanting more but not wanting to break the moment, not wanting Jason to stop watching you. 

His mouth was slightly agape, and his gaze focused. You nudged him with your knee, and he looked up at you with a smile, before whispering, “you’re gorgeous.” 

“Touch yourself,” you sighed, a soft demand that Jason wasted no time meeting. He shifted and pulled his hard length free, his boxer briefs and sweats resting around his ankles. He pulled your legs back into his lap, with just enough room for him to stroke his cock as he massaged a hand along your calves. Your fingers found the right speed against your sensitive bundle of nerves again, alternating between circles and a flicking motion that had you cursing as you watched Jason’s first stroke of his cock. His head fell back against the couch with a groan, but his eyes stayed locked on your center. You inserted two fingers again, stroking against your inner wall for a few moments before you sat up. Jason’s hand stop moving as he watched you lean close to him. 

“Is everything ok—” 

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, your tongues meeting, as you used the hand that was just inside you to stroke his cock, making Jason gasp into your mouth. “Keep going,” you said softly, before laying back down and watching him stroke himself in earnest, the movement now slicker. 

“Can I help you,” Jason asked, clearly wanting to return the favor, and you nodded, taking his hand from your leg and sliding it under your shirt. He immediately understood and gently ran his thumb over one nipple and then the other, drawing soft whimpers from you, before tweaking them a little harder and making you cry out. 

“Fuck, Jase, I’m gonna—” He was watching so closely you knew he could tell without you saying anything, but he encouraged you anyway. 

“Please, baby, let go for me. I wanna see you.” 

With a little more pressure from your fingertips and Jason pinching gently at your nipples, you came hard, reaching for Jason with your free hand and digging your nails into his forearm. Your eyes closed as you came, but you could hear Jason’s hand picking up speed, and you opened them just in time to watch him come into his fist with a guttural moan. His t-shirt caught most of it, but between the cum and your wet spot you knew the couch was done-zo. That was a concern for later though because right now you just wanted to be close. You swung your legs off of Jason, reaching for a tissue from the coffee table to clean off his lap. Jason was still breathing hard, his chest heaving, and he looked surprised at you cleaning him up, a small smile on his face. You straddled his lap and kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Sorry about the couch,” you said as you pulled away, and Jason laughed. “But that was very fun. I like watching you.”

“Problem for another time,” Jason said easily, his hands running up and down your thigh. “I like watching you more.” The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a beat before you shivered, catching a chill because you were both naked from the waist down. “What do you say we quit Winnie the Pooh-ing it, and go upstairs to, ah,…watch each other some more?” 

You grinned, nodding, “I’ll meet you up there if you UberEats us some Taco Bell.” 

“Deal. Deal, deal, deal.”

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Ten First Lines

The infuriatingly talented @jamiesfootball tagged me to share the first ten lines of stories and since I already did published ones I'm sharing the first (or currently first since some of these are veryyyyy early stages) lines of my WIPs.

When Jamie woke from nightmares, he often felt like there was someone else in his room with him. - untitled home invasion fic.

"Can you remember what happened to you?” he asked, voice quiet with concern. - thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was)

Pulisic took his stance by the corner flag as Greyhounds and Rossoneri alike jockeyed for position in front of Zoreaux. - untitled Jamie hides an injury during a match because they're out of substitutions fic.

Jamie hated hospitals.  - from the untitled (only because i've given it at least three titles) jamie loses confidence fic.

Georgia Burns was fifteen when she met James Tartt for the first time; she didn’t know it would change the trajectory of her life. - that star in the sky who watches over you

No one tells you how devastating it is to lose your father while he’s still alive. - you inherit the sins, you inherit the flames

“I will cut your eyes out.” - untitled Jamie and Roy's sister have the same name fic.

“You once said I was a great man, do you still think that’s true?” - Dear Leslie

Jamie wasn’t fine.  - chapter 2 of the season 1 set sequel for the loudest silence (the loudest silence being the first chapter)

cw for death (it will be temporary in the fic though, don't you worry)

10. He’d killed Jamie Tartt. - all that you take with you is that which you've given away

Tagging @fanficfanattic @jamiepoptartt & @broadwayfreak5357 @orbitalpirate (and anyone who wants to share imagine your name here) if they want to play (either with published works, wips or a combo platter) but no pressure!

[indigo-graves]

Soft || Roy Kent

Summary: AFC Richmond's captain Roy Kent is rigid and resistant to new management. New owner Rebecca Welton is willing to do whatever it takes to ruin the club her husband held so dear. New coach, Ted Lasso, is the American hired to lead the team to destruction. Alexandra Banks, the team's new physiotherapist, may just throw a wrench in everyone's plans.

Word Count: 19.885

Chapters: 8/12

Rating: M for Roy’s filthy mouth

AO3 FF.net Wattpad

[daydreamgoddess14]

Matchy-Matchy

Day 4 of the Tedbecca Prompt Party!

No. 51: When Ted tells Henry he wants to propose to Rebecca, Henry asks if he can propose too. After all, she's not just saying yes to being Ted's wife, but to being Henry's stepmother, too...

~~~~~

Henry Lasso looked sharp. Really, really sharp. He had big plans tonight. He and his dad had painstakingly chosen everything they’d need for that night. They were ready. They had taken the tube into the city, he’d never been in a shop which kept the doors locked before. He’d stuck close to his dad, ooh’d and ahh’d at the right moments. They’d gone home via the grocery store and picked out the very best ingredients, he’d chosen the dessert. At home, he’d made sure his dad didn’t go too far off the rails of the recipe. They didn’t need a repeat of the cheese sauce of 2019 where his dad had switched out the cheese for one which really didn’t work. Once dinner was prepped as much as it could be, they’d gotten changed. His dad had shaved, Henry hadn’t. They’d put on matching suits. After his dad had told him the plan, Henry had begged for a suit so they’d gone to get one from the same tailor. Finally, Henry put the last touches to his contribution, and they were ready.

“Hello darlings! I’m home!” Rebecca called out from the foyer. She could see the kitchen lights were on so made her way through to a beautiful candlelit table set for three. Ted and Henry were both dazzling in their suits

“Happy birthday Becca!” They both cheered. She’d had the loveliest day with Keeley at her favourite spa, and now she was home with her favourite boys, and from the wonderful smell in the kitchen, her favourite meal was on the menu. Her hand covered her heart,

“My men. Thank you so much, this looks gorgeous!” She’d opened her arms for a hug for Henry, letting him instigate it and then she’d stepped into Ted’s embrace.

“Beautiful birthday girl.” He whispered, kissing her softly. “Here, sit.” He pulled out her chair and poured her a glass of wine.

“What a wonderful surprise. I hope you haven’t worked too hard for me?”

“Course not,” Ted chuckled with an exaggerated wink to Henry. The meal was, as expected, perfect. Rebecca had long declared that she’d never tire of Ted’s cooking, and the only other person who’s culinary skills she’d ever need was Roy’s. Ted decided he could live with that - Roy did make a mean Arrabiata sauce. They all sat back in their seats, full and happy. “Hen, you wanna go switch the oven on for dessert?”

“Sure Dad.” Henry got up and clicked a few well practised buttons. When he returned, Ted stood from the table, adjusted the leg of his suit trousers and got down on one knee in front of Rebecca. Next to him, Henry did exactly the same thing. Rebecca was gobsmacked, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Honey, I got an important question for you. It’s taken us a while to get here, but I don’t want to live another second of my life without you in it. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?” He opened a jewellery box with a stunning off-pink diamond ring.

“And Rebecca, I got an important question for you too. I’m gonna be here a lot, and I’m gonna need someone like you - cos I think you’re really great, I wonder if you’d do me the honour of being my bonus-mom?” Henry opened his own jewellery box with his own purple pipe cleaner ring with a little pink bead centre. The gasp Rebecca had let out at Ted’s proposal was eclipsed by the sob she’d let out at Henry’s. She nodded through her tears, barely able to speak.

“Yes, yes to both of you, of course yes!” Henry put his ring on her finger first and Ted followed, the more traditional band keeping Henry’s ring in place. She joined them, kneeling on the floor and pulling them both into a fierce hug. “I love you both so very much.” She murmured once she’d recovered her breath and her voice.

“And we love you too.”

“We both love you, mum.”

FIN

[sleazyjanet]

"i hope nate returns to his old self" what old self? do you want him to be the sweet but unassuming, shy guy, is that what you want? because there's no old self for nate to go back to. he's growing as a person into a better version of himself that's neither past nor present and yet both altogether. traces of the old self mixing with the new and creating something better, someone confident and smart and sweet. someone who will be ready to make amends, likely, while hopefully also staying independent.

so he won't be "coming back", returning to anything. that would suck.

[araivallejo]

Back when season 3 had yet to begin filming, someone on Twitter posted a Tedbecca centric post and as per usual, an anti swooped in with his unrequested opinion. In this instance, his response was a gif of Steve Harvey saying, “OH HELL NAW!”

I saw the response and just shrugged because antis be antis. But the original poster recognized the name of the person as a crew member on Ted Lasso – 2nd Assistant Director Paul Morris. When a few others caught on he responded, clearly a little embarrassed, that he only wanted everyone to be happy, but that he wasn’t a Tedbecca fan.

I remember thinking at that time that was very strange. To see a member of the crew, no matter how high up the food chain they may be, post something either negative or positive towards this ship. Obviously this guy isn’t writing the scripts, but it seemed wildly unprofessional.

I think now the MO around the Ted Lasso team was Jason drilled into their heads since day 1 that Ted and Rebecca were platonic and that was it. They never saw it any other way. They messed around with the fakeouts because Jason Sudeikis is a fucking troll and you can see that in various interviews he’s done.

I’ve been clinging to the image of Brett Goldstein raising his eyebrows at a columnist’s smug dismissal of Ted and Rebecca’s romantic possibilities. Most likely that was an act too. I should have paid more attention to Jane “they are like brother and sister” Becker. Clearly that was what they were going for, but they couldn’t resist sticking that needle in and giving it a little twist at our expense.

There was a recent article posted that stated this has made some of us cower in shame for ever believing in love. I don’t disagree; it’s certainly made me think twice about starting another show that might feature any sense of romance, even though as mentioned that hasn’t really been an issue with me in the past. Still, I will not EVER apologize for believing in love for these two. There was nothing lazy about it. It would have been beautiful and if you never saw it that is fine. But don’t take it away from me. Something I also read in the past few days that I think has helped me tremendously is the fact that as of this past Wednesday (technically 12:15am for me) this show became OURS. It isn’t Jason’s or Brendan’s or anyone else’s on that staff. It is mine and yours and we can do with it whatever we want. I like that.