#ted lasso x yn

[thisismysecondrodeo]

ted doing a striptease to pony by ginuwine

AN: Finally getting around to my inbox (thank y’all so much for sending me ideas! I promise I really really appreciate it) and this made me chuckle so obviously I had to write just a little bit for it.

A little Valentine's Day-themed Sexy Ted! Sexual themes, but no explicit sex

Rating: Teen

Tags: striptease, romance, heavy flirting

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There was more commotion coming from the locker room than you anticipated for a regular old training day. You and Ted had tickets to an early show in the West End so you’d told him you’d meet him at work to make it easier for him to shower and change. 

You couldn’t distinguish who was yelling or what they were trying to say as you knocked on the door before pushing it open. You locked eyes with Beard and his own eyebrows rose comically high. 

“HI, Y/N,” Beard yelled, and every head whipped around. There was a chair in the middle of the room, Roy seated in it, while Ted and the players were arranged facing him like he was on a throne. 

“Well, hello there,” you laughed uncertainly and were surprised at the flurry of activity as the men rushed to get their gear together and leave. You were even more surprised by the flush on Ted’s face. 

“Hey, there honeybunch! We were just… I’m gonna go grab my stuff and we can get out of there.” 

You had 1000 questions but you let Ted dodge for now, temporarily distracted when he returned in a nice shirt and slacks looking deliciously date night worthy. He offered you his hand and the two of you walked out of the club. 

“So are you going to tell me what that weirdness was about?” 

“Ah, ya know,” Ted shrugged, reaching out to signal the approaching Uber driver, “boys will be boys.” 

You eyed Ted playfully. “Except you don’t believe that.” 

“You’re right I think that’s a poor excuse for masculine bad behavior,” Ted shook his head. “But what if I promise you’ll find out later?” 

Ted opened the door for you and you slid into the backseat, leaning over to give him a chaste kiss when he joined you. “Fair enough.” 

Dinner was terrific and the show was fantastic, but Ted seemed a little far away the whole time. He still cracked jokes and engaged in conversation, but you kept catching him with this look on his face like he was doing long-division in his head. You were suspicious, but not of any wrongdoing—whatever Ted was up to there was no chance he would hurt you, you didn’t consider it for a second. 

In the car on the way back, you snaked your hand across his thigh and watched as his eyes shot up to the rearview mirror to make sure the driver couldn’t see before he smirked at you. “Can I help you ma’am?”

“Have I told you that you look very handsome tonight?” 

Ted blushed slightly but he never looked away, instead leaning in to place a brief, gentle kiss on your lips. “You’re one to talk. Couldn’t hardly follow the show because I was too busy looking at you any time the stage lights came up.” 

You bumped your shoulder against his playfully as the car pulled up outside of Ted’s apartment. He got out, opened the door for you, and then led the way into his home. You stopped short when you noticed there was a chair in the middle of his living room that wasn’t usually there. Ted stood off to the side fidgeting with his phone, his shoes toed off at the door. 

“What’s this about?” 

“Well, I thought it might be fun…actually, it might be better if I show instead of tell if that’s alright.” 

Ted gestured for you to sit and you grinned, “that’s quite alright.” 

As soon as your butt was in the seat, one leg crossed over the other, “Pony” by Ginuwine started playing from Ted’s soundbar and your eyebrows raised. Ted was walking to you, one hand beginning to unbutton his dress shirt as he mouthed along. You giggled, not at him but because of him, because he was so playful and funny and hot and for some reason, he decided tonight was the night to give you a striptease. Ted smiled along with you, his hips moving to the rhythm as he pulled his open shirt halfway down his shoulder, now standing directly in front of you. You leaned forward and ran a hand up his t-shirt-covered abdomen with a laugh and he let the shirt fall to the floor. 

The song hit the chorus again and Ted walked around the back of your chair, both of his large, warm hands trailing down your body pushing your legs apart as he murmured song lyrics into your ear. Your cheeks were hot now, both from grinning and his touch, and when he walked back around in front of you his face was more serious than before. He kept direct eye contact as he undid his belt one-handed, pulling it free and snapping it between his hands. You couldn’t help the squeak that spilled from between your lips. 

Ted smirked again as he stepped closer, one of his legs in between your own and you had to stop yourself from scooting even closer. He pulled his undershirt over his head so he was now bare-chested and you carded your nails through the trail of hair on his belly. Ted reached for you, placing one hand at the back of your neck and tilting your head so he could lean down and kiss you passionately, his tongue sliding easily into your mouth and taking control as you moaned against him.

Your hands were gripping his hips and when he broke the kiss he took one of them and placed it against his fly. It wasn't demanding; it was clear that he wasn't just trying to get your hands on his clearly growing arousal, but that he wanted you to unbutton and unzip his dress pants. You were taking on a more active role in this strip tease, though you certainly didn’t avoid caressing him as you assisted. 

“Go on,” Ted whispered when you paused after unbuttoning him. You ran the zipper down slowly and he stepped back to let the pants fall away with his shirt. And that's when you realized he was wearing boxer briefs with your face on them.

You dissolved into giggles, the song fading out in the background. You stood and threw yourself in Ted’s arms so he’d know you weren’t laughing at him, you were just tickled. He hugged you back, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

“So when I showed up at the locker room today, the boys were…helping you practice?” 

“Uh huh,” Ted nodded, a little embarrassed. 

“And all of this was to show me that you bought underwear with my face on them?”

“Yep,” Ted responded, prouder this time.

You cupped the man’s face in your hands, your cheeks already tired from smiling so much. “You wonderful, ridiculous man. I love you so much. This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” 

“Oh just wait to see what I’ve got planned next year! This was just the trial run, ya see—” 

You cut him off with a kiss, “Don’t ruin the surprise silly. Now come along and let me peel my face off of you and replace it with the real thing.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Ted nodded enthusiastically, his ears pinking as he followed you into the bedroom.  

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f.u.c.k | jamie tartt

based on the song f.u.c.k by victoria monet

description: pure smut. no plot.

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader

warnings: language-- it's ted lasso, what did ya expect?!; PinV! sex! smut! so dirty.

word count: 2.4K

The first time you fucked Jamie Tartt was all lust. You’ve come to learn that there was something absolutely magnetic about him. Like once you’re within his vicinity, you are pulled towards him whether you want to be or not. You tried to fight it at first, unable to get rid of the idea of who he once was from your brain, but it was no use. The more you got to know Jamie, the easier it was to fall for him, to be so intoxicated from him. He consumed your thoughts. All kinds of thoughts.

It was Ted and Beard’s going away party. Rebecca rented out Bones & Honey entirely for the team and their guests. The early part of the night was wholesome. Players gave speeches about how their lives were changed because of the two Americans and wished the coaches a safe flight. There was a three-course Michelin-star menu and an assortment of expensive and classy wines. After the meal, the open bar was introduced. 

Bones & Honey was instantly transformed into a nightclub and it became far from innocent. You found yourself sitting at the bar, sipping on your drink, with Jamie Tartt whispering in your ear, so close to you that you could feel his body heat radiating off of him.

You’d had a few drinks. You were in a good place where you felt careless enough to speak your mind but sober enough to carry on a proper conversation and to know what you want, what you need. The music was so loud that you encouraged Jamie to lean in closer so you could hear him properly. He happily obliged. 

From where he was, your sweet perfume filled his senses. Your skin was a little damp from how hot the club was with all the dancing. Jamie had a hand sprawled across your lower back, not because you needed to be steadied but because he needed to touch you. As he pulled away from your ear, he couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip. Had he extended his neck just a little bit more, his lips would’ve brushed the skin of your neck. 

You placed your drink on the counter, turning the bar chair to face him directly. Your eyes roamed his figure– strong thighs on display with the slacks he wore that hugged his bottom half perfectly, arms so sculpted that you couldn't help but run your fingers over them, and his hands that would look so, so good on you. You couldn’t help but watch the veins of his tattooed arm as he flexed his hand. You let your eyes wander upwards, stopping at his plump lips. You forgot what the conversation was about. 

Jamie’s eyes trailed down your body, having to hold back a groan when he saw you press your thighs together. His hand slowly crept to touch your exposed knee, giving an experimental squeeze before he let his hand move up. He stopped at the hem of your dress, looking up at you once more. You had this look on your face like you were fucked out and he hadn’t even touched you yet, as if the sexual tension between the two of you was enough to get you off. Jamie flared his nostrils, his slacks getting tighter by the second. He leaned toward you again, “If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doin’ anythin’ about it, I will fucking take you right here on this counter in front of everyone.” 

You smirked, placing a hand over his own that was resting on your thigh. You opened your legs a tiny bit, guiding his hand near where you wanted him, but not quite letting him get there. You placed your other hand on the side of his face as you leaned closer, “You couldn’t handle me.” 

For a split second, he was taken aback, eyes blinking while your words sunk in. Then, he smirked, extending his thumb to lightly graze your mound. You sucked in a breath at the contact. Jamie pulled his hand away and hopped off the bar stool, extending his hand for you to take. You adjusted your dress and took him up on his offer. 

Jamie placed a hand on your back, ushering you out of the bar. As you were walking out the door, Jamie pulled your back to his front. You gasped at the sudden contact, feeling him against your leg. He wrapped an arm around your torso, mouth finding the skin behind your ear. He placed a soft kiss on it, so soft you didn’t know if you just imagined it. “You’re gonna regret saying that.” 

When you got to his flat, it was like you were both done with the months of pining, sexual tension, and secret touches. Jamie unlocked the door, pulled you inside, and then his mouth was on yours. He kicked the door closed and had his hands gripping you everywhere like you were going to disappear if he didn’t. You had your fingers tangled in his hair, gently tugging, making him moan into the kiss. Your mouths were reckless and messy, but so fucking hot against each other. 

He was the first to pull away from you, the last shred of logic he had left willed him to because then, he truly didn’t care if he needed to breathe to survive. At that moment, your lips on his own were more important than anything else. Jamie fumbled with the zipper on the back of your dress as he left sloppy kisses down your neck. He inhaled your scent, groaning, unable to stop himself from grinding his hips against yours. You sighed in pleasure, arching your back to press closer to him. 

When he detached from your neck, he looked at you with eyes that nearly had you sinking to your knees without question. His eyes were wide, lust clouding his irises so much that you couldn’t recognize the color they’d become. He was panting, lips raw and red from kissing you. You saw traces of your lipgloss lingering on the side of his mouth, twinkling sinfully under the lights. You ran your thumb across his lips, trying to wipe the remnants of your mouth away from it. Jamie captured it between his lips and sucked on it, his tongue licking a stripe up the pad of your thumb. He placed a soft kiss on it before you pulled it too far from him. 

“What I wouldn’t give to see this look on your face again,” he sighed, beginning to kiss down your body. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, “And again.”

A kiss to your chest as he peeled your dress down, leaving your top half exposed, “And again.” A kiss on your boobs, nipping and biting at the soft flesh. Your skin was on fire. “And again.” 

He continued this down to your stomach. Jamie was on his knees, looking up at you pleadingly. He looked wrecked. He pulled your dress down, running his fingers over your panties as if asking if it was okay. You responded by placing a leg on his shoulder. He shuddered, reaching down his pants to adjust himself. He whimpered at the contact before returning his focus to you. 

He moved your panties to the side, whining at the way your slick looked so inviting for him. Jamie licked up your cunt, moaning into you, enjoying your taste. His cock was leaking pre-cum and it was so fucking painful, but he wasn’t going to let this moment go to waste without tasting you, feeling you. Jamie’s eyes fluttered shut when your fingers found his hair again, tugging him closer to where you needed him the most. 

“Right there, Jamie,” you panted, chest heaving. “So good for me, baby.” 

Jamie didn’t know that he could get more turned on. He was rock hard already, but hearing the pet name roll off your tongue, sounding so fucking spent, with you withering above him, made his cock twitch in his pants. He clumsily undid his zipper, pushing his slacks down to relieve himself from its confines. Jamie brought his hand back up to you. His tattooed arm was pressing down on your stomach, trying to keep you still. His other hand joined his tongue, fingers dipping inside your cunt. 

You mewled at the feeling of his fingers inside you. There were so many things happening. It felt so good. He was knuckles deep, lips wrapped around your bud when you felt that familiar knot in your belly. You pulled on his head, trying to warn him about what was coming. You were trying to give him an out just in case he didn’t want to be there when the dam broke. 

Jamie pulled away, staring at you with his face glistening with your slick. “Give it to me, baby. Want it so bad.” 

When he went back down on you, it didn’t take much to have you screaming. You were blubbering above him, crying out his name as your orgasm turned your limbs to jello. Jamie could no longer hold off. He pumped his cock just enough to relieve the pressure, but not enough to cum. He couldn’t come in his hand. He needed to come inside you. 

You pulled him up to kiss him again, sighing into his mouth when you tasted yourself on him. He led you through his hallway, picking you up so you could wrap your legs around him as he carried you up the stairs to his bedroom. You pushed yourself on him, moaning when you felt his cock prod your pussy. Your soaked panties and his thin boxers were the only things separating you from each other. 

He dropped you on his bed, not once disconnecting your lips. Jamie was on top of you, hips rocking against yours. You were tugging down your underwear, whining when the cool air hit your center. Jamie tugged his boxers off shortly after you. He hissed in pleasure when the head of his dick touched your entrance. 

In his distracted state, you flipped the both of you over so you were on top. You got on your knees, placing your body in between his separated legs. He looked at you questioningly, his face ever so expressive. You arched your back so you were leaning onto him. You grabbed his dick, lightly stroking it. Jamie scrunched his eyes closed, taking in a breath as you took your time with him. He backed up so his back was on his bed frame and you hungrily followed him. He crossed his arms behind his head. 

Jamie’s heart nearly stopped when your tongue licked up the side of his cock. You wrapped your lips around his head briefly, “Been wantin’ to taste ya since forever ago.” 

“Yeah?” Jamie breathed out, unable to look away from you. He groaned when you took his cock in your mouth, your hand wrapping around the rest of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He tucked your hair behind your ears, trying to stop himself from bucking his hips up, “Been wantin’ you like this for so long. Wanted to feel that perfect pussy.” 

You groaned at his words, continuing to suck him off. He was a moaning mess, panting, hands gripping the sheets beside him. He abruptly pulled you off his dick, mumbling something about wanting to finish in your pussy. You hummed, connecting your lips once more. As he hovered over you, you leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Next time, I want you to fuck my mouth so hard I lose my voice. Don’t hold back, baby. Want to taste you.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jamie groaned, stopping his movements. He dropped his head on your shoulder. His dick was poking your pussy, more than ready to feel you around it. “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

“Told you, you couldn’t handle me.” 

Jamie licked his lips, a twinkle in his eye. “Told you, you were goin’ to regret sayin’ that, love.” 

Jamie pushed into you with fervor. Your scream bounced off the walls, and the air in your lungs disappeared. He looked down at you, a moan escaping his lips at how utterly perfect you looked under him. Your nails clawed at his back, no doubt leaving marks on it. Jamie couldn’t feel it. All he could feel was the warmth and tightness of you. His brain was shortcircuiting. He met no resistance from your pussy. It was so inviting. It was like it was made just for him. 

No coherent words left your lips. All you could babble out was Jamie’s name. You forgot every word besides his name. Jamie. Jamie. Jamie. Like a fucking mantra. Like a prayer. 

“Baby,” Jamie whispered. “Baby, please,” 

Your eyes were rolling back as you felt your orgasm coming quickly. Jamie was begging for you to come with him. He was close, so close that his ears were ringing. He couldn’t think about anything else but chasing his high and feeling you come undone around his cock. He thrusted into you with a rhythm that had you sobbing. The pleasure was so intense. You felt so full. 

Jamie felt your pussy tighten around him and his arms nearly gave out. He held himself on top of you, continuing to push into your pussy. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it at the perfect pressure to bring you to your end. 

“Shit,” Jamie hissed, unable to stop himself from pounding into you. You yelled out his name when you came, your pussy constricting around him as you orgasm. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, spilling himself inside of you shortly after. 

You cradled his head against you as he tried to catch his breath. When he pulled out of you, an involuntary sound left your mouth, suddenly feeling empty. Jamie chuckled at your reaction and let his eyes trail down your body. He licked his lips at the sight of his cum spilling out of you. 

You rolled over on your side, reaching up to fix his hair, “So what’s the verdict, Tartt? Can you handle me?” 

Jamie laughed, wrapping an arm around you. He placed his lips on yours, softer and sweeter this time. There was no more urgency between the both of you. “I don’t think I can.” 

“Told you.” 

“But, I think I just have to build my stamina up,” He added, his hand making its way down to your ass. “So I just need to practice some more with you.”

You smacked him on the shoulder, throwing your head back in laughter, “You’re ridiculous.” 

He smiled at you, teasing, “Hey, you’re the one who said there was a next time.” 

“Mhm,” you mumbled, kissing him again, “There will definitely be a next time.” 

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[cherryxcadbury]

16 with Mason if it is not gone please?xx

first person pov

“Cast picture, everyone in!” One of your costar’s publicists beckoned to everyone.

You nodded, smiling nervously. You were at the French football awards, commonly known as the ballon d’or ceremony. Closely behind the Oscars and Golden Globes, this was one of the ceremonies with the most paparazzi you’d ever faced.

You were a Hollywood actress, a very successful one at that. From an early age, you’d love watching football and grew up supporting West Ham United. So, when the producers of Ted Lasso offered you a main role, you quickly did the paperwork and cleared your plate of all your other jobs.

After the cast photo was done, you more than anything wanted to get off the carpet, but the paparazzi had other ideas.

“Y/N! One solo photo please! Just one please Y/N!” The photographers screamed.

You bit your lip and opted for one photo. Trying to keep a straight face as the flashes intensified and you could see nothing but lights flashing constantly. Red carpets were a nightmare. Your hand was stationed on your hip and you debating on moving. The amount of light rendered you speechless.

“Y/N! A PHOTO IN THE FRONT TO SHOW US THE OUTFIT!” One screamed.

That shout got you out of your daze and you quickly made your way off of the carpet, trying very hard not to trip in front of everyone.

You let out a breath of relief when you realised you’d survived the fatal light show.

“Survived aye?” You quickly turned the opposite way upon hearing a voice speak to you.

You turned to see your costar, Brett (who played Roy Kent), looking at you with an easy smile. On set, Brett had surprisingly grown to be a very close friend of yours. Almost like a brother. In honesty, you were a bit worried about getting along with your cast mates given the large majority of them were at least ten years older than you.

You were so happy that you ended up being very wrong. Brett specifically was initially intimidating, because well, look at him. But he was a lot like his character, Roy. He specialized in being hilarious, in that serious, deadpan type of way. But he was so loving and caring, again, a lot like a big brother.

“Tell me about it. That was one of the worst red carpets yet.” You groaned.

Brett shrugged his shoulders with a laugh, “Maybe for you. Their cameras were following you the whole time. You should’ve seen how quickly the rest of us were forgotten after the cast picture.”

“Please. I’ve seen how Roy Kent obsessed some of these guys are.” You teased him, to which he laughed.

“Let’s move to our seats now yeah?” He suggested.

You nodded, quickly turning the opposite way, maybe a bit too quick. Because you ended up crashing right into something quite a few cms taller than you.

Well, more like someone. A crimson blush immediately made its way onto your face. You hated embarrassing yourself at events like these. So much so that you worked meticulously to avoid doing so.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologised after steadying yourself.

The person you crashed into looked up with an easy smile on his face. Mason Mount.

“No worries.” He flashed a charming smirk at you, upon seeing the blush deepen on your face.

You gulped wanting this interaction to be over as soon as possible.

“Y/N L/N right? The actress who’s been winning a crazy amount of awards?” Mason checked.

You stood for a second taken aback. He knew who you were?

“Yeah I am Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You stretched your arm out to shake his hand.

You were not a big hugger, so you were grateful when he accepted with a smile.

“I’m Mason, Mason Mount. I play for Chelsea. All the guys love watching you.” He replied earnestly.

“I know who you are. You had a really good season last year.”

“What about this year?” Mason quirked his eyebrow.

You felt yourself slowly getting more comfortable with him.

“I’m not one to judge when someone’s club is going through it.”

His eyes twinkled with interest, “Yeah and what club do you support?”

You ceased a chuckle, “West Ham. So I’m really not in any place to speak.”

“Y/N! We need to get to our seats.” Brett called to you with a smug look on his face.

You knew that you were gonna hear it from him later.

“It was nice talking to you. Hopefully we meet again.” You waved goodbye, turning in the other direction.

When you’d caught up with Brett it was just a matter of waiting until he started teasing of you.

“Mount’s the bloke you were talking to yeah?” Brett began.

“I swear to god Brett if you say anything to the others…” You started before being cut off.

“I won’t say anything. I promise. Other than Y/N’s got a little boyfriend.” He teased.

“This is why I hate you.” You replied with a roll of the eyes.

“Hey! Someone’s gotta do it.” He defended himself with a smile.

The two of you jokingly shoved each other on the way to your seats, you with Mason Mount on your mind the whole way.

six months later…

“I’m not going to lie, pretty sure people hated season 3.” Toheeb, who played Sam Obisanya mumbled to you and the rest of the cast.

After being renewed for a fourth season, you lot were back and filming again.

“We’re like apple tv’s only successful show ever.” Hannah, who plays Rebecca, mentioned.

“That’s why they’re trying to increase the star power this season. Some *actual* footballers are supposed to be guest starring.” Brett informed.

“YOOOOO. Mbappes about to guest star innit!” Phil, who played the infamous Jaime Tartt got very excited.

“No way. The cost for Mbappe to do a 30 second appearance would probably cost the whole season’s budget.” You scoffed.

“Well whoever it is, they’re supposed to shoot their scenes today.” Jason, the Ted Lasso, informed the others.

“Say. Let’s get to shooting now yeah fellas!” He suggested, already slipping into his character.

About five hours later, they were almost done for the day.

“Okay Y/N. I assume you’ve read the script. You’re going to have a scene with the two guest stars. They already know what they have to say, so just do you and I’m sure the take will turn out great.” Jason encouraged.

You nodded, focusing to get in your element. Acting was understandably something that came easy to you. Though you were shy, there was always something appealing about masking your fear and embarrassment into a character. You nodded, focusing to get in your element. Acting was understandably something that came easy to you. Though you were shy, there was always something appealing about masking your fear and embarrassment into a character.

“You can take a water break, maybe five minutes, the guest stars should be here once you get back.” The episode’s director told you.

You nodded, very excited to get some water and some food. You were very very hungry. You walked over to your trailer parked right next to set and grabbed some of the snacks you always had on hand. You almost groaned in frustration when you thought the only thing you had was pistachios, but inwardly celebrated once you saw the cola gummies that you absolutely adored.

“Y/N! We’re about to start the scene!” An assistant director informed, knocking on your trailer.

You stuffed the last bit of cola gummies into your mouth then sped walk back to set. A hair and makeup artist fixed your hair and touched up your makeup before going back to where the camera was fixated.

“I’m here! I’m here! Sorry, I got a bit hungry.” You smiled sheepishly.

“All good Y/N. Now Y/N these are the two guest stars, Mason Mount and Reece James, they both play for Chelsea. Mason, Reece, this is Y/N, she’s one of our stars.” The director began introductions.

You quirked an eyebrow when you heard the names. You turned to your side to see Reece smiling at you, and Mason staring at you with an astonished look. He literally knew you starred in Ted Lasso, why was he surprised?

Wow.

“Hi Y/N! I’m Reece, this is Mason, we’re both big fans!” Reece said, coming over to you with Mason in tow.

You didn’t know who were expecting but Mason Mount was certainly not it. Seen you’d met him at the Ballon d’or ceremony, he’d improved his game tremendously, getting out of the slump he was in in no time. He was becoming the star that got him nominated for the ballon d’or a season or two ago.

“Hi Reece, Mason. It’s a pleasure.” You smiled, shaking Reece’s hand.

“Reece! If you can come over here so we can tell you your lines, Mason knows his already.” A producer called Reece away.

“I’ve been watching your games.” You were the first to speak.

“Still been struggling?” He asked with a knowing smile.

“Very impressed with how quickly you improved your game. Maybe if Messi and Mbappe didn’t exist, you’d stand a chance at the ballon d’or.” You teased.

“I really have been meaning to thank you ya know.” Mason suddenly turned serious.

“What?”

“It was something you said about how Chelsea wasn’t doing so well, and we weren’t. It made me so determined to put in extra work and extra hours in training. You’re part of the reason I’m back on my game. So thank you.” He confessed.

“I’m not one to take credit for other’s hard work. But I appreciate that, thank you.”

“Mason! Y/N! Let me show you your positioning!” The director called out.

About two hours later, the last scene had been shot for the day. You were about to get in your car and drive home before you heard Mason calling for you.

“What’s up Mase?” You asked, turning around.

“Here.” He said, slipping a piece of paper into your hand.

You opened it and successfully avoided blushing when you saw a phone number written down. “This yours?” You teased, waving it in front of him.

He nodded, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“I’m not making the same mistake I did last time.” He winked, walking away.

You stood there dumbfounded until you saw Brett’s provoking smirk several meters away from you.

“Y/N’s got a boyfriend. Y/N’s got a boyfriend.” He sang while walking to his car.

“I hate millennials.” You groaned.

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PART 20

“So exciting, really, congratulations!”

“Thank you so much,” you smoothed out your skirt, adjusted on the sofa across from James Corden. “I really did not think I was going to win. I was telling everyone all night, there was no way! I didn’t believe it.”

“You didn’t believe it?” He asked, the audience chuckled.

“No! I mean--I’m very proud of my album and the music I put out but there were so many amazing nominees, I just--I don’t know, I thought my night was over.”

“You must have gone out though, afterwards, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yeah--we went to a party that my publishing company hosted, actually.”

“You and your date, Jason Sudeikis,” James smiled. 

You laughed when the audience clapped at his name. “That’s the one, yeah.”

“Talk about a surprising couple--I don’t think any of us saw that coming and now it’s something that makes so much sense, people adore the two of you.”

The audience cheered, you laughed and admitted: “I don’t think we saw it coming either, I did not expect it at all. Wouldn’t change it though, he’s amazing.”

“You were in London with him this spring, right? You’ve been out there?”

“I have, yeah, we’ve been living out there while he films the third season of Ted Lasso--”

Another eruption of excitement from the crowd. 

“What an amazing show,” James said seriously. “Do they all know they’ve struck gold?”

“They do,” you nodded, “I think, in a super humble way. And mostly because I tell them all the time--it’s so good.”

James nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. “You actually brought Jason here with you, today, right? He’s backstage?”

“He is,” you confessed, a hint of suspicion on your features when he laughed. “He’s back there somewhere.”

“Well we had a fun idea--can we bring Jason out? We talked to him earlier!”

The crowd stood and applauded, you laughed when James stood and Jason walked out from behind the same curtain you’d hid behind only ten minutes earlier. He waved at the crowd, his outfit more casual than yours when he came to sit beside you on the couch. 

He slung an arm around your shoulder after he hugged James, pressed a kiss to the side of your head when you looked up at him. 

“I’m nervous,” you said, a glance between him and James.

“Nervous?” James asked, the audience laughed. “Why would you be nervous?”

“Something about the two of you conspiring behind my back--”

“Conspiring?” Jason asked, cutting you off. “That feels like an aggressive word to use!”

“No, we--we actually did conspire,” James admitted, a boisterous laugh when the audience joined in. 

“Yeah,” Jason nodded. “We did, one-hundred percent.”

“We decided it would be fun to bring Jason out and play a game--are you up for that?”

As if there was a way to get out of it now. “I will give anything a shot, I guess” you shrugged, legs still crossed on the sofa. 

“Okay,” James stood, “so come over here, we’ve got two seats for you. We had the help of both of your wonderful assistants to help with this, alright? This is a game we’re calling Who Knows Who?”

“Oh boy,” Jason followed over, took his seat on a stool as you climbed up and did the same. “Really creative name,” he teased James.

“Yeah--we’re running out of creativity here,” he rolled his eyes.

You took the seat beside Jason and let out a breath--how bad could it be?

“We figured: who knows you both better than your assistants?” James explained, a smile in your direction before he turned back to the camera. “So we asked them to give answers to questions about the two of you, and you’re each competing against the other’s assistant.”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “You’re not gonna beat Mia!”

“No,” Jason shook his head seriously. “I probably won’t.”

“We have these for you--here you go,” James handed you both paddles, green, true on one side, red, false on the other. “We do have videos, so Y/N, you’re up first. Are you ready?”

“No,” you mimicked Jason from a second ago, a laugh up at James. “But I will do my best.”

“Good, alright--first up: Jason was born in 1975.”

“Yes--true!” you flipped the paddle around to have the green side showing, the audience applauded when Jason nodded. 

On the screen behind you a video of Cara appeared--webcam quality as she read the same question from the screen. “Uh, yes--yeah, I think so--sounds right to me,” she pushed her glasses up on her nose and a bell dinged in the studio, correct!

“That feels like an easy start,” he commented.

“They increase in difficulty as we go,” James laughed. “Don’t worry. Next one: Jason has been in over 30 movies.”

“Oh huh,” you thought out loud for a second. You stole a look over at Jason.

“Don’t look at me like I’m gonna tell you,” he laughed, the audience followed suit. 

“I’m not! That feels like a lot though,” you looked back to James. 

He nodded, watching you with intrigue, “It does feel like a lot…”

“I’m saying false.”

“Alright, let’s see what Cara said,” James motioned back to the screen. 

“I think that’s true,” she talked to herself with a nod. “I know he’s done over ten since I started working with him, so--I’m gonna go with true for that one.”

You let out a groan, Jason laughed when James laughed at the buzzer noise, wrong! 

“Okay, alright, Cara, two, Y/N, one--let’s see: Jason’s go-to starbucks order is a caramel latte.”

You held up the paddle, “that’s true, I’m pretty sure. I know he likes them.”

The video played again, Cara nodded with confidence. “As the person who gets that for him a lot, yes, 100% true.” She cheered for herself in the pre-tape when the answer was revealed on her laptop. 

“Alright,” James smiled. “Last one for you, Jason never leaves the house without his a deck of cards.”

“True,” you nodded quickly, “I’ve been a victim of far too many mediocre magic tricks.”

“They’re not mediocre,” Jason defended. “They’re just bad, terrible, really.”

The audience laughed at the banter between the two of you, James smiled when he flipped to a new card of questions. “Jason--she got three of four right, that’s pretty good.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Seventy-five percent, that’s not bad.”

“Do you think you can beat it?”

“Uh,” he laughed. “I don’t know--we’ll have to see.” He turned to you and reached his hand for yours. “Don’t break up with me if I suck.”

“No promises,” you smiled, just to make the audience laugh. 

“Alright, alright--first one: Y/N grew up in New Jersey.”

“Uh, yep,” he flipped his paddle to the green side. “True. I’ve seen it.”

“You’ve seen New Jersey?” James teased.

“I have,” Jason nodded, “and her parents' house.”

“Alright,” James turned to the screen. This time, Mia read the question off of her laptop, you recognized her living room and smiled at the sight of your assistant/friend. 

“She did,” Mia nodded in the pre-tape. “Northern Jersey, she would correct you on that, but yes. True!”

You nodded at Mia’s words--North Jersey, to be exact! The audience clapped when Jason pumped his fist in victory. 

“Don’t get too confident,” James warned. “They get harder, remember? Next up: Y/N grew up with a pet dog.”

“Ooh,” Jason thought on it for a second, watched you with narrowed eyes as the audience waited for his answer. A few people shouted yes, some called out no! 

James turned and laughed, “no one helped Y/N when she struggled!”

“Yeah that’s unfair, guys!” You looked out to crowd, squinted through the stage lights. 

“Alright, alright--my vote is false, I don’t think you did. I feel like I would have heard about it.”

“Alright,” James nodded. “Let’s see what Mia has to say.”

Mia smiled and read the question. “Yes--I’m pretty sure his name was Hank, but it’s definitely true.”

“Hank?” Jason turned to you. “Why haven’t I heard about him?”

“My parents had him before I was born,” you defended with a giggle. “He died, like, before I started kindergarten!”

“Well rest in peace Hank--”

“You’ve gotta stay on this, Jason, or you could lose! Next one: Y/N has won how many Grammys?”

Jason smiled at you quickly, a subtle acknowledgement of your recent--and under the influence--addition. “Eight in total, I believe.”

The crowd cheered at that, Mia confirmed it was right and then James read the final one.

“Alright, Jason--last chance here. You’ll either tie or lose, so--Y/N’s pre-show ritual includes calling her mom.”

Jason let out a quick laugh, “I mean--I haven’t necessarily seen that yet, but I feel good about saying that’s true,” he nodded, adjusting his paddle to match. 

The video rolled of Mia, she laughed like Jason and nodded. “True--yeah, she calls her mom right before she goes on stage. She gets kind of annoyed if her mom doesn’t answer, too.”

The audience cheered again and James turned to you. “Really? You get annoyed? Do you call her over and over?”

“No--but it’s like, she knows where I am, she knows when I have a show.”

“She’s got a life,” Jason reminded you.

“She does,” you laughed. 

“And you both tied!” James smiled, “which is good because I feel like if one of you won it might have gotten messy.”

“Absolutely,” Jason nodded. “Punches thrown, for sure.”

James took you out to commercial break, the lights above the cameras cut off and Jason turned to you when Justine showed up to refresh your lipstick. 

“I knew about Hank.”

“You did?” You asked, lips parted as Justine swiped another layer on. 

“Your dad mentioned him once--but I figured letting you win was the nice thing to do.”

Justine laughed at that and you rolled your eyes. “We tied, I didn’t win.”

He leaned in and kissed you on the forehead before he fell into step with James. “Every relationship needs compromise, baby.”

__

Mid-April brought you back to London for another few nights. Production ramped up as the weather got nicer, meaning Jason spent more late nights on set. A week after the Grammys, Mia sat cross legged on the floor and helped you pack. 

“Everything’s finalized for Monday morning,” she said, a glass of wine in her hand as she looked over your upcoming itinerary. “We’ll have to leave here around seven.”

“Right,” you nodded, glancing over the dress you’d pulled for Otis’ birthday party. Was it too much? Too young? Should you even go?

“And our flight will land early in New York--you’ve got rehearsals that afternoon.” 

“Mhm,” you acknowledged. You’d been prepping for this, packing everything up, heading back to New York and the apartment you’d called home--the one that was a whole thirty minutes from Jason. 

Mia glanced up at you now with a pity smile, your one word answers tipped her off. “You guys are going to be fine.”

A sigh when you brought your eyes over to her. “I know--I know we will be.”

“It’s normal to feel anxious though--you’ve been living with him for the past four months.”

“Yeah--”

“He’ll be out for opening night,” she reminded. 

“Is this not birthday party appropriate?” You held the dress up against your frame, looked down at the floral pattern and then waited for Mia’s reply.

“Wait--are you being weird because you guys aren’t gonna live together back in New York or are you nervous about this weekend?”

Otis had been begging for a sleepover--movies and pizza and cupcakes, that’s what he’d said a few weeks ago at dinner when Jason asked how he wanted to celebrate. The thought drifted out of your mind with the trip to the West Coast and as you got busier with ironing out the wrinkles in the last few weeks of tour prep. 

But then Jason came home a few nights ago and reminded you: Otis’ party this weekend, Olivia said we can come by for a bit. 

“Both,” you finally answered Mia’s question. “But mostly the party.”

“Well,” she downed the last of her wine. “Unfortunately I am not the person to ask about appropriate kid’s birthday party attire.” 

You looked over at the clock on your nightstand and did the math on your fingers. You pulled out your phone and opened up FaceTime, only three rings before she answered. 

“What a lovely surprise,” Blake smiled into the phone when she came into view. 

“I am in need of wardrobe assistance,” you informed, “I’m with Mia.”

“My favorite,” Blake said. 

“Wardrobe assistance or me?” Mia called from the floor. 

“Both!” Blake smiled. 

You let out a laugh at their friendship but flipped the camera around. “Okay--so Otis is having a birthday party and Jason and I are going for a little bit--it’s at Olivia’s. Is this dress too much?”

“Yes,” Blake nodded, her forehead creased when she pushed her face closer to the camera to inspect the outfit in question. “How old is he, like, eight?”

You nodded. 

“Yeah--you need like, jeans and a sweater or something. You might get paintballed or some shit so don’t wear anything that fancy.”

“See?” You looked at Mia. “I knew it.”

Blake rolled her eyes at you playfully. “So Olivia’s hosting?”

“She is--five boys and a sleepover. Daisy’s gonna stay with us for the night so that’s good.”

“You sound like such a mom,” Blake teased. 

“I do not--”

“You do,” Mia agreed. “In a good way.”

“Alright, well--don’t say that to Olivia,” you made a face.

“Right, you know--since I talk to her so much,” Blake joked. 

Once upon a time, back before you knew Jason and long before Jason and Olivia went their separate ways, Blake had dinner with Olivia a few times, never really liked her all that much, she told you one night over a glass of wine. 

Jason and Ryan had been friends forever--so it made sense that once in a while Blake and Olivia would cross paths and mingle like the successful industry people they were. 

But her loyalty was with you as evidenced by the way her nose scrunched at the mention of her name. 

“If you and Jason are in this for the long haul then Olivia should be happy you’re so good with the kids,” Mia reminded from her spot on the floor. She folded a sweatshirt and tucked it into a suitcase before she looked up at you. 

“I know,” you shrugged absentmindedly. “But I’m not their mom and I don’t want to step on any toes.”

“Does she know that you guys are--you know--” Blake wiggled her eyebrows in excitement. 

“I have no clue,” you answered honestly. “And I have no idea when it might happen, I mean, I’m leaving soon and I have the tour and he’s still busy filming. It might just not be the right time right now.”

Blake nodded, lips set in a thin line as Mia smiled. 

“What?” You asked Blake, “what do you know?”

“Nothing,” she smiled. “I know absolutely nothing.”

“I can’t even see your face and I can tell you’re lying,” Mia laughed. 

Blake rolled her eyes. “Guys talk, Y/N.”

“So Jason told Ryan something,” Mia translated.

“You have to tell me!” You said quickly, moving to sit on the bed as you bounced in anticipation. “Wait--no, don’t. I don’t know. Is it good? Will I want to know?”

“I think you have packing to do,” Blake said with a sweet smile. “Love youuuuu, bye!”

Blake was right, which became obvious when you walked into Olivia’s house with a wrapped present in hand. You dodged three kids in the first thirty seconds, caught a lamp that someone almost knocked off a console table, and then followed Jason through the house and found Daisy watching her brother with arms crossed over her chest. 

“Hey Dais--” Jason greeted, she turned and smiled at the sound of his voice. “Where’s mom?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Hopefully getting me earplugs.”

You laughed at her attitude, went to stand next to her when Jason disappeared into the house to find her. 

“That bad already?”

Daisy sighed. “Boys are loud.”

“Well, then you’ll be happy to know I had Mia pick up strawberry ice cream for us tonight.”

She looked up at you with a toothy grin. “And sprinkles?!”

“And sprinkles,” you nodded. “And I’m pretty sure your dad is gonna let us have Mac n’ Cheese, too.”

“Thank god,” she said. 

You sat with her for a while on the grass, watched as the boys hooted and hollered like they were the only ones in Olivia’s posh neighborhood. Jason returned and Olivia came to say hi, she brought Daisy a juicebox but then retreated inside to order the pizzas.

Eventually, the excited shrieking of 8-year-old boys had you seeking shelter in the kitchen, a reprieve from the backyard soccer game that Jason was more than happy to referee. 

“Oh,” you turned the corner to find Olivia doing the same, nose in her phone before she looked up to see you. “Hi--sorry, didn’t know you were in here.”

She smiled awkwardly, a laugh escaped her lips when she shrugged. “I find it’s most tolerable if you find a hiding spot.”

You nodded, guilty as charged, but rounded the island to reach for a juicebox on her counter as you tried to come up with small talk. 

“Here,” she said, reaching for a glass and the already open wine bottle behind her. “This is how I make it through.” She took out the stopper and poured some. “Everytime you come in here, take a swig or two and after a few, the screaming feels more tolerable.”

You laughed, smiled when she got her own and clinked it against yours. 

“Congrats on the Grammy wins, by the way--must be exciting!”

“Thank you, yeah,” you smiled. “It was a busy trip but a lot of fun.”

“And Jason said the tour starts in a few weeks?”

“Mid-May, yeah.”

Quiet for a second when you sipped more wine. Apparently she was better at small talk than you were.

“He also said you guys have talked about getting married--or engaged, whichever.” She shrugged quickly and offered an awkward smile.

But your heart was in your throat, you swallowed and nodded, glancing up at her quickly before looking back to the ruby red in your glass. Lie? Run? What on god’s green earth were you supposed to say to that?

“Oh--yeah, I don’t know when, we just said at some point--”

She smiled, almost like she knew you were nervous and felt bad for the way your heart was pounding in your chest. “That’s really good news--I just--I guess I wanted to say that the kids will be really excited, and you know, it’ll be nice to have you be part of the family officially.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a smile when you looked back up at her. 

“And, you know,” she shrugged, “it’ll be nice to have someone to drink wine with at all the birthday parties.”

__

May in New York was always busy. The trees bloomed and your birthday always brought celebration to Manhattan, friends and family coming in for dinners and parties and this year, the tour. After two weeks apart for final rehearsals across the pond and last minute meetings, your birthday came and so did Jason and the kids.

I’m finally not dating a twenty-something, he joked all day, a family brunch at your parents house before a rented out rooftop somewhere in Tribeca. 

Maddy and Ada and Evie were there, the Hadid sisters and Hailey Bieber. You drank champagne and after the sun sank beneath the skyline, one of them finally had the guts to ask.

“So--big birthday weekend,” Evie smiled. “Think you’ll get a sparkly, diamond-shaped gift at any point?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed, downplaying the excitement that sprouted roots in your chest. “Whenever it happens is fine, and I’m just trying to focus on the opening show.”

“Three days, right?”

A nod before you sipped more champagne. “And a shit ton of stuff to do in the meantime.”

The stage was going up at Madison Square Garden tomorrow, two nights before to allow a final run through in full wardrobe. Saturday night would bring friends and fans and other big names to the performance and somehow, you couldn’t tell if the tour or an impending proposal felt more nerve wracking. 

“I bet he does it before the show,” Maddy chimed in. 

Blake was there too, a smile on her lips as she watched the rest of your friends take guesses.

“You’re uncomfortably quiet,” Ada let her elbow bump into Blake’s. 

“I plead the fifth,” she smiled, leaning her head on your shoulder. 

“Wait--speaking of me getting engaged,” you held up a hand, scanned the roof to make sure Jason was nowhere nearby. 

He was on the other side, stood with Ryan and Nolan as he took another drink from the bartender. 

“Olivia knows--she brought it up at Otis’ birthday party a few weeks ago.”

Blake looked surprised. “She knows, like, when he’s gonna do it?”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “She knows it’s happening. He mentioned it to her I guess and she said she was excited for us.”

“Wow,” Evie said. “Do you believe her?”

You thought on it for a second, glanced back over to Jason as he nodded along to whatever Ryan was saying. You thought back to the moment (was it a moment?) you shared with her in the kitchen. For the first time since you’d known her, it felt like the two of you were on the same team. 

You didn’t need to be her best friend, didn’t even need to spend any time together outside of recitals or school events--but if you were going to do this, if you were going to be part of this family, it felt nice to know she could tolerate it. 

“I do.”

There was a cake after sunset, thirty whole candles on top that took two tries to blow out. The streets of New York glittered below and Blake found you looking out over the city as the party thinned out. She linked her arm in yours and stared out into the night. 

“Between you and me,” she eyed you quickly. “I think thirty will be your best year yet.”

__

You always woke up on the opening day of a tour with an inhuman level of energy. You bounced out of bed to hit the ground running before it was even 7am, coffee, a bagel on the go, a radio interview or two, venue by lunchtime. 

On tours past you’d ended at Madison Square Garden, the homecoming shows were loud and exciting and it felt like the perfect place to cap off months of travel and triumph. It was Chris’ idea, this time, to open here and start the tour with the level of excitement that usually signaled the end of an era. 

Which is why the green room was buzzing with friends and family the entire day, more and more people stopping by to say hello and wish you luck before you had to head to hair and make up. 

Daisy sat on the couch decked out in your merch: a t-shirt, a hat, a special lanyard with her backstage pass. She munched on goldfish that Mia had secured for her, bounced on the cushions like this was sure to be the best night of her entire life. 

She wanted to bring a friend, which Jason was hesitant about at first, until he’d decided bringing their nanny was the fix. I’ll be too excited, too busy to wrangle not one, but two five year olds. 

Now, he sat next to her and watched as she shoved another handful of orange crackers in her mouth. “You’re that excited, huh?”

“I am!” she smiled when you clicked your phone shut. “Are you excited, Y/N?”

“I am!” you nodded, “but I’m nervous too.”

Mia briefed Chris on something behind you, your mom was with Nolan near the snacks and your dad (with Murphy, of course) was on a walk somewhere in the venue halls. Andrew and Lena were disappointed that their two babysitters (you and Nolan) were both already booked for tonight, but they found someone else and would be here by dinner time. 

“You’re nervous?!” Daisy asked with wide eyes.

“Only a little,” you shrugged. “I just want it to be a good weekend.”

“It will be,” she said confidently, Mia handed you a sheet of paper, day of timeline.

Jason let his eyebrows rise in curiosity. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She lowered her voice to a loud whisper, looked between you and Jason before she smiled mischievously. “You said you have a very important question for Y/N this weekend!”

Nolan and your mom had just come closer, both of their mouths fell open in shock when Jason sputtered. 

“Daisy--you don’t--we haven’t--”

Mia took Daisy’s hand, her eyes wide with excitement when she smiled at you over her shoulder. “Daisy--let’s go see the stage!”

She smiled and hopped into action, bouncing down the concrete hallway when a moment of awkwardness flooded in the room. Your mom shot you a glance before she went to chat with Chris. Nolan announced to the entire room, Jessica should be here soon--I’ll go find her.

Jason rolled his eyes. “I don’t--sorry--I shouldn’t have told her--”

“This weekend?”

“Well they’re both here and we’re gonna be apart for a while, so I figured it might be a good time, but I don’t--I can change it, it should be a surprise.”

“I do!” 

He eyed you for a second. “Wrong reply,” he laughed.

“Just do it now! I don’t care!”

“You are ruining your own proposal,” he laughed, poking you in the ribs. “You have a show to put on.”

“You have a ring to put on me,” you wiggled your brows at him. 

“Get out of here,” he smiled. “Now I have to think of all new shit to say to you later when I actually do it.”

“You expect me to get on stage and perform a whole show knowing that I’m getting engaged soon?!”

“You won’t be getting engaged soon if you don’t get the heck to hair and make up,” he reprimanded, a smirk set on his mouth when you leaned up to kiss him. 

He gave you a slap on the ass when no one was looking, you were off to find Justine and to pull on the first of three outfits. Before you knew it, you rose up to the stage as the beat kicked in. Sixteen songs--almost two hours and so much smiling your cheeks were already sore. The adrenaline of the crowd was just as contagious as it always had been, and by the time you wiped your eyeliner off that night, you were ready to do it again.

“Starting in New York was a good call,” you said at the sink in the master bath. “Sleeping here will be better than a hotel or bus tonight. I’m always the most sore after the first show.”

“You should get massages like a football player,” he laughed, slipped his watch off and placed it on the counter, a wiggle of his eyebrows when he added: “I’d be happy to assist, though I’m not professionally trained.”

You laughed but rolled your eyes, already in sweatpants. You’d changed back at the venue, nothing worse than a jumpsuit and heeled-boots in the car home. 

But now there was a knock at the door, Jason walked to open it and revealed Otis on the other side. He’d watched from the VIP section with the rest of them, his friend Patrick seemed more excited about the segways they rode around The Garden than your show, but you didn’t take it personally.

“There’s no way I’m falling asleep after tonight--” he walked into the bedroom, a sigh from between his lips as he climbed up and onto the bed. 

Jason shot you a look through the doorway. Was he really coming in here, to sit with both of you atop the king-sized mattress that now felt like an ours instead of a his?

“No? Gave up after a whole ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes in kid time is like an hour in grown up time,” Otis said, duh. Footsteps in the hallway, you almost bumped into Daisy once you drained the sink. 

“You too?” Jason turned to see her, a blanket draped over her shoulder and a stuffed animal in hand.

“I heard talking,” she said. “Didn’t wanna miss it.”

You both laughed at that, you walked and went to adjust your pillows, climbing under the covers when Daisy hopped up next to Otis at the foot of the bed. 

“Well,” he put his hands on his hips and looked at them. “We’ve already had a really late night and it is way past everyone’s bedtime.”

Otis leaned over to Daisy and said quietly: “Maybe he wants us to leave so he can propose.”

“Guys!” He laughed at that, a shake of his head when you smiled up at him. 

“If he proposes I will be sure to come wake you up,” you nodded at Daisy with a smile. “Promise.”

“I think you should do it with us in the room so we can see,” Otis looked up at him and shrugged innocently. 

“Thank you for the input,” Jason nodded. 

“It would be kind of cute if they were here,” you said softly, he whipped his head in your direction, eyebrows raised when you shrugged. “You know--a family affair.”

You meant it, but after knowing for almost five hours now that it was going to happen soon, the anxiety bubbled in you and probably wouldn’t stop until it was on your finger. 

He shook his head at all three of you, walked over to his nightstand and tugged open the drawer. He pulled out a tiny box, flipped it over in his hand a few times before he looked up at you. 

Daisy and Otis were still--maybe surprised that he’d decided to put his money where his mouth was. Your lips parted when he sat down on the edge of the bed. Daisy crawled over to sit beside you, watching when he opened it. 

“Y/N--” he looked up at you. “My children should be asleep and I wish we were too, but since we’re all here, and since they love you almost as much as I do, I was wondering if you would want to, you know, make this thing official?”

“Those aren’t the right words!” Daisy said quickly, upset by his veering off script. “You have to say will you marry me!”

He laughed, looked back to you. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! She will!” Daisy bounced on the mattress and screeched in excitement. 

Jason’s eyes went wide, “whoa, whoa, whoa--take it down a notch there partner--”

“He was asking Y/N,” Otis made a face at Daisy when she stuck her tongue out at her older brother.

“Guys--focus,” Jason waved the box in mid-air, all three of you looked back to the ring that was tucked inside.

You smiled at him, felt emotion well in your eyes when he pulled it out and reached to slip it on your finger. A quick nod, a sniffle that turned into a laugh when Daisy and Otis high-fived. 

“What she said.” 

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AN: Well, y'all, that's a wrap--FOR NOW! I wanted to find a way to tie a bow on this story and wrap things up nicely, but in a way that still allows for us all to revisit these two in the future. I've loved writing this story so much (honestly it might be the most fun writing I've ever had), and that's because of YOU. So many people got excited about this story with me and came along on the journey of exploring my writing skills for someone other than you know who. Seriously though, who knew that one anon having a dream about Jason at the right time as me developing a crush would result in a 20 chapter fic with a 100k+ wc???? lmao. ANYWAY. I hope you all stay tuned for blurbs and snippets and things to come, (tour, the met gala sounds fun, the eventual season 3 premiere of the show...I've already got lots of fun ideas cooking for blurbs) bc I don't know if I'll ever get enough of these two 🥲 also yes before anyone asks I will probably keep writing jason fic!

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Double Date Part 1 - Roy Kent x Platonic!Reader (Ted Lasso Fic)

A/N: Roy Kent is your sour bestie and hates your mean boyfriend.

"Oh come on Roy! Y/N has been asking us to double date with their boyfriend for a month now. They're gonna think you don't like them anymore if you keep dodging 'em babe." As much as it pissed Roy off that Keeley was right, he knew he had to make an appearance especially since Luke is letting you show your face in public for the first time in a while. He'd always been skeptical of the guy when you first started dating but he didn't want to get in the way of your happiness as you'd been so helpful in getting him off his ass to win Keeley back.

"Oi! Fine. We'll fucking go on this stupid double date to check on Y/N." Keely squealed in excitement. She knew you'd be so happy to see your best friend. Roy looked down at his phone to text you back in your chat with Keeley.

RK: Let's meet at your favorite restaurant, Y/N/N.

YN: Luke made reservations for us at Pearl's. xD

RK: But you fucking hate that place.

YN: It's grown on me :3 ... Besides you and Keels love going there!

RK: If you're sure.

Only a fucking arsehole would take their partner to a place they absolutely hate. Roy tried to shrug off the weirdness of your texts and focus on the Tesco trip he had planned with Keeley. ___________________

At dinner, Roy's concern only grew. You came at him like you normally would for an overly aggressive hug but the look in Luke's eyes as he witnessed it was not at all jokingly annoyed even though his words were meant to be. Keeley hugged you with the same energy - having missed you the last few weeks.

"C'mon Darling, don't make a show with me right here."

"Sorry love, you know Roy's my best mate from my time at Chelsea."

"Why don't we get our table then? Thanks for making the rezzie Luke!" Keeley, bless her heart, attempted to diffuse the situation by deflecting attention towards the restaurant you all were meeting at.

You tried to get Luke and Roy to engage in conversation but it seemed Luke only cared about Keeley today.

"Honey, why don't you tell Roy about your new promotion at work?"

"Yes Luke, tell me about fucking work." Keeley rolled her eyes at Roy's sarcasm before hopping in. "Congratulations Luke! What is it you're doing nowadays?"

"Well Keeley, I am now a senior financial analyst at a big firm in London. Taking on more responsibilities and training new idiots."

"They're not idiots babe - they just need your guidance to know what to do. It's not easy being the new kid on the job." The wicked smile Luke gave you at your response made you freeze. Keeley might have missed it because she piped up adding onto your stance but Roy's all knowing gaze caught the slight tremor in your hand as you reached for your wine.

Luke chose that same moment to make a big gesture with his arms pushing back on Keeley a bit and happened to bump your wine allover your shirt as you went to sip. Roy stood up in fury as you did in shock. Luke had the audacity to laugh.

"Oi! Fucking hell, what was that?" Roy breathed heavily as Keeley put a hand on his arm to let him know she was there.

"Sorry Darling, guess you should be more careful of what's happening around you." You took a deep breathe to calm your nerves although now you were full on shaking. You nodded along mumbling an apology to the group.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Hey Y/N/N, it's not your fucking fault. It's this twat sitting next to you's fault."

Luke threw his napkin on the table as Roy sat down and you were wiping your top. "Alright that's it. Y/N, we are leaving. I'm sick of his shit."

Keeley spoke up concerned at how you've completely shut down.

"Y/N/N, babe, you can stay with us for dinner if you want. I've got a spare top you can borrow in the car. It'll only take a second." You shook your head while gathering your things. Luke had already started walking away from your group.

"No that's okay Keeley. I don't want to make things any worse than I have. You both have a good meal. Roy, you be better be good to this one." You pointed to Keeley with a small smile on your face.

Part 2

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Everlasting Friends (Part 4)

Jamie Tartt x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I know it has been almost a year. I hope the new season will make me write for this more.

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Summary: f/Reader & Jamie were best friends growing up & fell in love, but one day the Reader was gone.

Jamie Tartt's POV:

"Nothing is going on with me." I said to Roy.

"Yeah there fuckin' is and you need to get your head out of your ass." He said as he poked my chest.

I slapped his finger away and he just pointed it at me now. My eyes going almost cross at it.

"Leave me alone Roy." I said as I tried to walk past him, but Sam just grabbed my arm.

"Tell him."

"Tell me what?" Roy asked.

I didn't say anything. The one thing I hate feeling like is weak and right now I feel weak and very confused.

"Jamie went by YN's yesterday to tell her something and he heard her and Keeley talking." Sam told Roy.

"Yeah and?" Roy looked between Sam and I and Sam was now looking at me. I sighed and told him what I told Sam.

"I went to her place to tell her and heard her and Keeley talking. She doesn't want to be with me." Roy just blinked at me.

Did I break him or something?

"You a fuckin' twat Jamie."

"Thanks Roy. Know when to kick a man when he is down." I tried to walk past Roy, but he slapped his hand against my chest.

I looked down at it and then at his angry face. I placed my hand on top of his, trying to move it but his grip got tighter on my shirt.

"Let me go you asshole." I sneered but that didn't faze him.

"You listen to me you little shit. Even though I think YN can do better than you, she loves you and only you. She told me herself yesterday. Now grow a pair and go talk to her when she isn't with Keeley." He let go of me

"She loves me?" Was the main part I was focusing on.

"Yes and I don't know why." Roy said to me, just shaking his head.

"I told you." Sam said to me.

"She actually loves me and not just Jamie Tartt the footballer." Still not believing it.

"And she thinks you don't want anything more than to be friends with because she isn't the type you go for now." Roy told me.

"I need to talk to her."

"Hold up there lover boy. She is with Keeley shopping. Rebecca invited her to come out with us tonight. So it is a girls day. We are not allowed to interrupt them."

I remember those days with Keeley. She wanted to be left alone unless she needed something from you.

But I don't care. Not when I need to talk to YN. I turned away from Sam and Roy to call her.

I pulled out my phone and called her, waiting for her to pick up or go to voicemail.

"Hey Jamie." YN whispered. I couldn't keep the smile off of my face when I heard her voice.

"Why are you whispering?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"Hiding from Keeley." I chuckled to myself as I can imagine YN hiding in a dressing room.

"She has gone mad Jamie. I have tried on almost every dress in the store and it isn't up to her standards. Help me."

I was going to tell her that no one can stop Keeley when she is like this, but I heard her voice first.

"There you are YN. Come. I have found the perfect dress for you. Are you on the phone. Who are you talking too?"

There was some fighting on their end as I could picture Keeley prying YN's phone out of her hand.

"Of course it is you Jamie. You will see her tonight. Goodbye." I sighed in defeat.

"I told you, nothing comes between Keeley and shopping. You will see her tonight." Roy called out.

"And you can tell YN how you feel." Sam said to me.

"Oh piss off Sam."

YN's POV:

Hours apon hours of shopping with Keeley and then she even got us a hair and makeup appointments.

You would think we were going to a movie premiere with how she is acting but no, just a dinner tonight with everyone.

"Why are you making such a fuss about this Keeley? It is just dinner." I asked her as the hairdresser was trying to figure out what to do with my hair.

"YN, you have to understand something. This isn't just a dinner. There will be photographers there. Everyone will look good because they know their photo will be taken and if you are going to be going with Jamie," I cut her off there.

"I am not. He probably has no idea I am even coming."

"But you will be at his side and everyone will want to know who you are. Best put on a brave face tonight YN."

"Maybe I shouldn't come tonight." I could feel myself getting nervous.

"I am not trying to scare you off. It is just you are now apart of this world now. Hell, even being out with me today, our photos were probably taken."

"What?!" I went to move my head to look at her and the stylist all but scolded me for moving.

"I am a model YN, you know this and dating Roy Kent."

I didn't even think about that. Is this my life now? Did I want it to be my life?

~

Those two simple questions I kept asking to myself over and over again as I sat in the backseat of Roy's car.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest at how nervous I am. We pulled up to the restaurant and Roy helped us out of the car.

I was looking around and saw that Keeley was right and that there were people there, taking our photos as we walked into the restaurant.

"I'll be right there. I just need to freshen up." I said to the two of them as we walked past the bathroom.

I took a moment for myself and took a few deep breaths. 'You can do this YN. There is nothing to be scared of.' I told myself this a few times and left.

But I pumped into someone.

I started to fall backwards after losing my balance in these shoes when arms wrapped around my waist.

"You okay there YN?" I looked into the concerned eyes of Jan Maas.

"Yes I am thank you." I said to him as he dropped his arms.

"Sorry about bumping into you." I said to him as he knelt down and picked up my clutch for me.

"And I am sorry as well. Would you like to walk with me to our table?" He kindly asked me.

"Yes thank you."

The two of us chatted the short distance to the private room where we were eating. The moment we entered the room though, my focus was drawn to Jamie who looked upset about something.

Jamie Tartt's POV:

I heard her voice before I saw her and I saw YN in the arms of Jan Maas.

She looked up at him and smiled and he smiled down at her.

Are they together?

If so when did that happen?

I couldn't stand around and watch them any longer. I followed some of the guys as we were escorted to our room.

I took my spot and saw that seats were labeled. I already knew who was sitting next to me. I didn't even need to look at the name.

Speaking of YN, I saw her enter with him not longer after. She looked absolutely gorgeous but then again, she always does to me.

I saw the small smile leave her face when her eyes landed on me. Great, she knows I am upset.

I watched as YN walked towards me and her seat.

"Jamie. You look nice." YN said to me as she walked past me. Her hand was on my shoulder as I looked up at her.

"And you look beautiful. Here let me help you." I stood up and pulled out her chair for her.

Some of the guys were watching us but I paid them no mind.

"Yes YN does look beautiful tonight. I must agree with you Jamie." Jan Maas said from across the table.

My eyes narrowed at him and I was going to say something when Rebecca stood up and gave a toast.

I was trying to pay attention to her but seeing YN in his arms was eating away at me but I tried to play it off.

I talked to everyone but the two of them and I could feel the hurt coming from YN every time I ignored her.

I ignored her throughout dinner and as we waited for dessert but I stood up, letting them know I will be right back. I just needed some fresh air.

I wasn't even outside for thirty seconds and YN was right there.

"What the hell Jamie?"

"Shouldn't you be inside with Jan Maas?"

"What?" A confused look came over her face.

"I saw you in his arms. You two make a a beautiful couple." I spit out.

"Oh my fucking God you jackass. We bumped into one another. I lost my footing and he caught me before I fell on my ass."

"Huh?" Fuck.

"That is all you have to say Jamie Tartt?" Her arms are now crossed infront of her chest as she looked me up and down.

"YN I am,"

"No Jamie. You do not get to apologise when you have ruined this night for me. I am here for you. Not for Rebecca, not for Keeley and Roy or Jan Maas. For you."

I at least looked ashamed and I very rarely am.

"Now I am going to go back in there and try to have a good time. Try to salvage this evening."

YN turned her back to me and went to walk inside, and I stood outside wondering what I should do.

"Tell her." I heard Sam's voice say in my head and I listened to it.

"I love you." That stopped her.

"Pardon me?" YN turned around and looked at me.

She was looking at me like she did all those years ago when I told her I loved her the first time and I am just as nervous now.

"I love you."

"Jamie."

"No please YN, let me talk."

She closed her mouth and I took a deep breath and was just about to pour out my feelings when Higgins came out.

"Oh there you two are. Come come. Rebecca and Ted are looking for you two."

I was about to ask him to give is five minutes when YN grabbed my hand and followed him inside.

Just before we went back into the room, YN stopped and I did as well.

"We will talk more later Jamie."

"I know."

Part 3 ♤ Part 5

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[thisismysecondrodeo]

thinking about ted holding something out of y/n’s reach to tease her, so she tickles him and he starts giggling and blushing

AN: I based this one very loosely off of this scene in Abbott Elementary because I am obsessed lol if you haven’t watched it you should its SO good.

Rating: Teen

Tags: Fluff, One Shot, Flirting, Getting Together, Making Out

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You walked into the coaches’ office to find Ted and Beard in the middle of their paper ball game. You leaned against the door, always amused at their antics and not wanting to interrupt, but after a few rounds the ball skittered to a stop at your feet and the men noticed your presence. 

“Well hey there, Y/N,” Ted smiled at you broadly which always sent a rush of butterflies through your stomach. You had only been working at AFC Richmond for a couple of months and you had to remind yourself that he was that nice to everyone, even if it only made your crush harder to manage. “Sorry about our little game there, something we can do for you?”

“Just need you actually, Ted,” you responded and Beard wasted no time in grabbing his backpack and heading towards the door. 

“Y/N,” he said in passing, feigning seriousness but he was betrayed by the small smirk on his face. 

“Jethro,” you returned and he did a double-take and then shook his head with a chuckle. It had become a running game between the two of you for you to try to guess his name, but really you just tried to make him laugh. Apparently, Jethro wasn’t it. Ted chuckled as well and you winked at him before picking up the paper ball and tossing it up and down as you entered the office, leaning your hip against the side of Beard’s desk to face Ted. 

If you didn’t know better, and of course you knew better, Ted looked like he might be checking you out. His eyes lingered on where your hip jutted out, making their way slowly up your body—or maybe it was just a trick of the light. 

“I was coming to ask if you’d be willing to do an Instagram takeover from training one day next week. Richmond fans love when you’re on.” 

“Really,” Ted leaned back in his chair, a quizzical look on his face, “Keeley told me she used to just get a bunch of messages that said ‘wanker.’” 

“Oh yeah, there’s a lot of that,” you nodded seriously, “but our female fans feel VERY strongly that you be featured in every post. And I’d have to agree. Hence, the takeover.”

Ted blushed and adjusted his sweater. It brought you an inordinate amount of joy to catch him off guard with a compliment. It only took a second for him to recover and a mischievous look crossed his face.

“Tell ya what,” Ted suddenly leaned forward and caught the paper ball you’d been tossing in your hand, “you play me in a game of paper horse. You win and I’ll do the Instagram takeover.”

“And if you win?”

“If I win,” Ted was suddenly not meeting your eye, looking around the room as if he could find the answer somewhere on the walls, “then you’ll come to the Crown & Anchor with me for dinner, tonight?” Your eyes widened, but you could see that in the split second that you didn’t answer, Ted was second-guessing himself—you couldn’t have that. 

You didn’t want him to doubt asking you to dinner, you just couldn’t believe it had happened. You leaned into Ted’s space, your faces inches apart as you took the paper ball back from him, “You’re on.” 

You turned around and took an easy shot at the trash can, leaning on your muscle memory from playing high school basketball. Ted whistled behind you as the paper landed neatly in the basket. He took off his sweater and you tried to contain your enthusiasm at seeing him in one less layer. “Well now, I believe I might have just been hustled,” you laughed as Ted stepped around you to retrieve the paper and you took Ted’s seat, watching as he positioned himself in the same spot as you, and the ball sunk in neatly. 

“Uh-huh, sure you are. I know you played college ball, Coach, I do my research. I think you may have been trying to hustle me,” you smiled as he stepped into Roy’s office to try for the equivalent of a paper ball 3-pointer that bounced off the rim. Both of you walked towards the trash to retrieve it, but Ted beat you to it.

“Woah, woah, woah what are you doing? You missed, it's my turn.” 

“I missed it but I didn’t get a letter! There’s no shot for you to match,” Ted tried to explain but you were still trying to get the paper ball back from him and he lifted his hand above his head while he was talking to keep it out of your grasp. 

Ted was so fastidious about making eye contact when you spoke, it never felt like he was as tall as he really was. It was silly, but the height difference he had on you was more than a little attractive. You stretched as if you had a chance of reaching his hand but you only managed to bump your chest against his, and you could feel his sharp intake of breath at the contact. You looked down from the paper ball your eyes met,  the tension between you two nearly overwhelming. It suddenly struck you how empty the stadium was now that it was after hours, how close you were to Ted’s lips, and how much you wanted to wrap a hand behind his head and bring those lips to yours. 

The two of you stood unmoving and silent for a solid 15 seconds before you smirked, and brought your hands quickly to Ted’s sides catching him off guard with a tickle. Ted brought his arm down sharply and all out giggled, his chin tucking to his chest and his dimple appearing deeper than ever out in pure mirth. It was adorable, and it made you never want to stop tickling him, but you could see the pink blush creeping up from under his shirt color and up his cheeks. You took pity on him and stopped, but it took a moment for his breathing to calm. He didn’t even notice you had slipped the paper ball from his grasp and hopped up to sit on the desk as he was too busy taking a deep breath a few steps away. 

“Now I see why you wear all those layers, you’re a downright Tickle-Me-Elmo…a tickle-me-Ted if you will,” you teased and Ted smiled back, a little bashful. 

“I can’t remember the last time someone tickled me. I mean probably Henry but kids are no good at it,” he smiled, “I was always embarrassed at how ticklish I was as a kid.” 

“You shouldn’t be,” you shook your head sincerely, “it’s adorable. It only makes me want to touch you more.” You ducked your head as soon as the words left your mouth, but Ted just stepped closer forcing you to lift your chin to meet his gaze. 

“Is that right,” Ted said, an undercurrent of flirtation in his tone. You smiled, setting the paper ball aside and gripping the edge of the desk with both hands leaning towards Ted to speak quietly.

“That’s right. What do you say we call this game of HORSE a draw? You still do the Instagram takeover, and I still take you out to dinner.” You lifted a hand, fit your finger playfully between two of the buttons of his dress shirt and he grinned. 

“I’d say that’s an offer I can’t refuse. But since you did make the first shot, I think it's only right you get a little something extra.” 

“Extra, huh?” You were trying to sound flirty but it came out so breathy you just sounded eager—which you couldn’t deny you were. 

Ted leaned down and you wasted no time meeting his lips, kissing him softly and sweetly before he licked against your bottom lip and the kiss turned heated. 

You broke away, regretfully, and whispered, “if we don’t stop now neither one of us is going to dinner.” 

“Is that a threat or a promise,” Ted said, his voice low and seductive. You groaned, your desire to go on a date with Ted warring with your desire to jump his bones then and there. You put your hands on his waist and backed him up as you slid off the desk. 

“Come on Elmo,” you held out a hand to him to lead him out of the office, pleased that he only grabbed his backpack and not his sweater. “Dinner first and then I’ll find all the other places that make you giggle like that.” 

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[thisismysecondrodeo]

what if reader went to college w ted (before he met michelle) just someone he casually knew from class and had a crush but never did anything

and they run into each other all those years later in richmond and they talk about how they both liked each other but never said anything

AN: This is such a good idea, which is why it took me so long to get to because I wanted to do it justice. Side note: never seen gone with the wild, this is probably not a scene people would pick. I could have written like 10 times this and maybe I’ll still revisit it!

Rating: General (series becomes Explicit)

Tags: Michelle Lasso, Henry Lasso, Second Chance Romance, Alternate Universe - College/University, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Time Skips, Ted and Beard have the purest friendship, Ted Lasso Deserves Love, Getting Together

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TW: Canon-typical mention of suicide

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Of course you recognized Ted the moment you saw him. You’d know him anywhere, even when it had been over 20 years and you were on vacation in a foreign country for the first time ever. You were sitting on the patio of the Crown & Anchor, and had just put a bookmark into your latest science fiction novel to accept a fresh pint from Mae, as Ted Lasso, in all his glory, arrived on the cobblestone path in front of you. He didn’t see you at first which gave you a chance to look him over: the long athletic legs, his middle a little softer and his hair a little more styled, and the ever-present mustache that made you smile just as it had when you met him in college. 

He looked up from his stylish sneakers—the khakis were new, but the sneakers he had always been a fan of—and there was a twinkle in his eye when he noticed you. His head tilted, and you could see from his expression that he knew you as well as you knew him.

“Well, I do declare, I was surprised to see you turn out to be such a noble character,” you said playfully, quoting Gone With the Wild, a movie you both had a shared history with. You wouldn’t expect him to remember the next line, but Ted had always been able to surprise you. 

Ted stepped closer to your table, placing his hands lightly on the top and leaning in as he spoke, “I can't bear to take advantage of your little girl ideas, Y/N. I'm neither noble nor heroic.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you grinned but there was no room to be embarrassed when you were too busy contending with every unrequited feeling you had in college flooding your senses. 

22 YEARS AGO

Ted Lasso was a terrible actor. He knew it and so did the rest of the theater arts class but most of the class wasn’t very good either. At least half of them were there for the same reason you were: need of an art credit and no discernable art skills. You’d picked it because you liked words and even if you were occasionally debilitatingly shy, at least you might enjoy reading the plays. From what you could tell, Ted was part of the other half of the class, who picked the elective with pure-hearted enthusiasm. At least you hoped it was an elective, it certainly wouldn’t be a good major for him. Ted was the constant volunteer scene partner, for the instructor and for other students, and despite recognizing that he wasn’t very good, you couldn’t deny that you liked to watch him. He had broad shoulders, a little lanky but strong looking. His hair was unstyled and flopped over his forehead and ears when he was excited and then there was the mustache. You had heard other students poke fun at it in hushed breaths, but you thought it suited him just fine. 

For weeks, you doodled Ted Lasso’s name (and attempts at his likeness) in the margins of your notebook, feeling safe to do so because he always sat as close to the front as he could. You waited in your last-row seat until he left, just to make sure there was no way he’d possibly know. He always left with the same person, a spindly pale guy with a scruffy beard and sunken cheeks, who a few times you'd seen leaning in to say something to Ted and then giving you a pointed look that you pretended not to see. 

And then one day you were doodling so hard you missed the instructor requesting that everyone pick a partner for your final project. No one wanted to be Ted’s partner, which was a shame because he would certainly make any partner look amazing in comparison. He looked around the room, unphased at the lack of interest, and then he spotted you, in the back row, not paying a lick of attention. If you had been listening, you certainly would have volunteered to work with Ted, but since you were distracted the man in question found you. He cast his shadow over your notebook…which was covered in his own name like you were a middle school girl. 

“Y/N, right?” If Ted noticed what you were doodling, he politely ignored it. You slapped the notebook shut, not wanting to look up but also not wanting to be rude. “Do you already have a scene partner?”

“I, uh, no… to be honest with you, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

“Oh don’t you worry about that,” Ted slid into the seat next to you and recounted word-for-word everything you needed to know about the final project, and you thanked him profusely. “So what do you say?”

“What do I say…to what?”

“Being my scene partner,” Ted grinned, and now that you were this close you could clearly see his dimples and smell his cologne and it was all so distracting that you were sure you were coming off as an idiot. For Ted’s part, he looked a little nervous—his hands were folded tightly in his lap and one of his lean legs was bouncing. “I know I’m not very good, but—”

“Oh, I thought it was already decided,” you smiled, not wanting to hear him disparage himself. “Of course I’ll be your partner. What scene did you have in mind?”

In an instant, Ted was still. He wiped his hands on his flat front shorts, and smiled, looking up at you through his long lashes, “Ya ever seen Gone With the Wind?”

PRESENT

Ted was now sitting across from you with a pint of his own, and the two of you couldn’t stop looking at each. Short glances, long appraising gazes—anything to center yourselves in the present. 

You’d gotten braver since college, for better or worse, and you couldn’t wait any longer to break the silence. “So what are you doing in Richmond?”

“Oh, I, uh, live here. I coach the team. Football—er, soccer,” Ted stuttered through his answer. “Sorry, it’s just been a while since I talked to someone that didn’t know what I do…or that called it soccer. God, I sound like an asshole. It’s just, I’ve been in the papers quite a bit recently and it’s been a little stressful.” 

Ted’s hand was resting on the wooden picnic table and you did everything you could to restrain yourself from reaching out to hold it. He’s married, isn’t he, you wondered, but when you looked again you didn’t see a ring. 

“You don’t sound like an asshole at all. I’m sorry to hear it's been stressful, but God, coaching in England must be exciting! I, uh, avoid social media as best I can otherwise I’m sure I would have known...  Last I heard you were married and coaching the ol’ alma mater.” It certainly wasn’t subtle but hopefully it would get the job done.

“Ah,” he wiggled his ring finger in the air, “divorced. Recently. One son, Henry, who’s in Kansas still, but there’s, uh, room to breathe here if you know what I mean.” 

You looked around at the green behind you, the sun setting gently in the distance. “Yeah, I’m starting to pick up on that.” 

Ted tapped the table near your left hand and it seemed he wasn’t in the mood for subtlety either. “What about you? Last I heard you had moved clear across the country with a husband of your own.” 

“Divorced and quickly. Didn’t even last three years, to be honest with you. No kids. Mostly single ever since.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ted said quickly, but he didn’t look very sorry at all, even a little optimistic, but then he frowned. “Was he nice to you?”

You took a deep breath, thinking deeply about how you wanted to answer that. It was a question you had never been asked before. “It was nothing dramatic, he just…wasn’t a very good scene partner.” 

Ted’s eyes locked on yours, and the conversation lulled but in a pleasant, amorous way. The two of you sipped your beers. 

“Can I ask you something,” you said softly, not shy but meaningfully. Ted nodded and his hair flopped in a way that immediately sent you back 20 years to the past. “Why did you take theater anyway? I’m sure you told me back then, but I always felt like there was some hidden reason.”

“What, because I wasn’t very good,” Ted asked with a laugh, but you could tell he was deflecting and only gestured for him to go on. “You never did let me talk bad about myself.”

Ted sighed, took a deep drag of beer, and then balled his hands into fists. “I wasn’t ready to talk about it then, and I still don’t talk about it much, but my dad died when I was 16 years old. Self-inflicted.” You didn’t know what your face was doing, but you tried to school it into something neutral. “He loved movies. Loved ‘em. He said if he could do it over again he woulda gone to LA and made a go of it. And so when I got the opportunity I thought I’d do it for him, do something he never got the chance. And it was the first in a long line of lessons about living for myself and not others because I was downright terrible at it.” 

This time you gave in. You let yourself reach across the table and slide your hand into his. He smiled, gently squeezing and you squeezed back. He had probably heard all the platitudes, it was 30 years ago, after all, so instead, you talked about class.  

“You know, I didn’t expect you to remember those lines. It’s been, what, 22 years? Clearly, you couldn’t have been that bad.” 

Ted smirked, “I don’t know that I could forget those lines, we worked on that for weeks… and maybe I just so happened to watch Gone With the Wind again a few weeks ago.” 

“God, I hate that movie,” you laughed, and Ted sputtered on his beer. 

“What?! Why didn’t you ever say anything? We could have done something else, anything else!” 

“Well, Ted,” you responded carefully, taking a sip of your beer, “when your crush asks you if you want to be Scarlett O’Hara to his Rhett Butler, you definitely don’t say no.” 

Ted’s cheeks pinked furiously and he looked down at his lap but he couldn’t hide his smile. “You know, Beard told me I should ask you out 1,000 times and I chickened out every single one. On the last day of class, I, you know, asked for your number and you gave it to me…and I wrote it down wrong. I asked around for a while and tried to run into you, but a few weeks later I met Michelle and, well I thought it was fate. Silly me, huh?”

“Not silly at all,” you responded seriously and before you could say anything else, Mae announced last call and you looked at him pointedly, hoping he’d invite you home. 

Ted’s hands were folded in front of him and one of his lean legs was bouncing, and it was easy to picture the flat front shorts and band T-shirt of his youth. “What would you say if I asked you to come over and watch Gone with the Wind?”

You dissolved into giggles and Ted joined you with a little apprehension, worried he was about to be rejected. “I’d say I’d love to come over but I’d like to watch literally anything else.” 

“You got it,” Ted laughed, for real this time, and pulled his coat on. He picked up yours and held it up for you to slide your arms into and it made you feel like you were being courted. And you nearly swooned when he picked up your book and tucked it under his own right arm, and then stuck his left arm out for you to hold. You considered, briefly that this is what you could have had 22 years ago, but somehow you knew that it wouldn’t have been better than right now. 

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School Daze pt. 5

AN: Finally, the finale of the series I didn't know would be a series! Hope y'all have enjoyed this very round-about fluffy fic lol

Rating: General

Tags: Michelle Lasso, Henry Lasso, Second Chance Romance, Alternate Universe - College/University, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Time Skips, Ted and Beard have the purest friendship, Ted Lasso Deserves Love, Getting Together

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You and Ted were in touch just as much, if not more than you had been in London, but of course, it wasn’t the same. After a few weeks, you were more than ready to be back in his arms. The two of you were making all sorts of plans for the future and though it was still quite early in the relationship, you gave him the okay to talk to Michelle and Henry about you. Thankfully, both were happy that he was happy and on every call with Ted he asked you a question from Henry:

"What's her favorite sports team?"

"What's her favorite color?"

"What's her favorite Lego set?"

Ted also told you about Henry demanding to come visit the two of you soon. And that gave you an idea. 

Despite all three of you overlapping in your time at Wichita State, you and Michelle had never met. So when you were finished sorting out your affairs in the US, you couldn’t think of any other way to start a conversation with her then, “Hey, I’m sorry this is weird, definitely let me know if I’m overstepping…” 

Michelle, to your relief, was kind and receptive to the idea of you flying with Henry to Richmond to surprise Ted. It shouldn’t have shocked you that Ted would have an ex that was so kind, and it was abundantly clear that they’d both do anything to make Henry happy.  

The three of you met at the airport early to get to know each other in person before getting on a long-haul flight and Henry was much like his father: bright and talkative and eager to get to know you. You and Michelle spent some time talking about Wichita State, and though the two of you weren’t actively avoiding talking about Ted it was nice to genuinely connect with each other. You texted Ted when you boarded, you and Henry sharing a giggle at him having no idea he was with you. 

After watching a few movies, sleeping off and on, and playing a few Switch games, both you and Henry were more than ready to land, but the closer you got the more excited both of you were. Every step closer to Ted had you bouncing with anticipation so by the time the two of you made it through customs and baggage claim you were practically sprinting to where you knew Ted would be waiting to pick you up.

“Wait,” Henry said suddenly, yanking you to a stop accidentally because his hand had been tucked into your pocket to keep from losing you. “I should hide behind you!” 

You weighed the chances that Ted might say something inappropriate—your texts while you’d been in America were rather detailed about the things you two missed—but you figured Henry could jump out quick enough it wouldn’t be a problem. Henry started carefully walking in your footsteps so as not to be spotted. And then Ted was there, grinning in dark jeans and a hoodie.  

“You sure are a sight for sore eyes, Y/N,” Ted exclaimed when you were close enough, his arms outstretched for you and you laughed as you stepped aside so Henry could fling himself at his father. “Hen-Henry?! What are you doing here?” Ted lifted his son up, even though he was nearly too big for it, his eyes screwed shut with emotion. 

“Y/N brought me!” 

You quickly snapped a few photos and sent them to Michelle and when you put your phone away Ted was looking at you like you were made of solid gold. “She did, did she? Well, ain’t that something.”

- 

Henry was there for two weeks and though the three of you spent time together you wanted to make sure father and son got some dedicated solo time. You were out shopping for your new flat, leaving them to their Lego-building, Star Wars-playing adventures when you stumbled across Beard and Jane. 

The two of them were sitting on a bench, enough space between them that you could have slid in the middle—which you would never, ever do. But you couldn’t deny your hackles were immediately raised. You hoped for everyone’s sake that this wasn’t a reconciliation but you also didn’t want to eavesdrop…well technically you really did want to eavesdrop but you knew you shouldn’t. Just as you turned away, you heard Jane get louder, her yelling indistinct, and when you looked again she was marching off and Beard was still slouched, his gaze fixed straight ahead. 

“Fancy a pint?” You put on your best British accent to try to get a chuckle out of him and it worked just a little, the corner of his mouth twitching. 

“Why not.” 

You didn’t make him talk about it, the two of you just mostly just chatting about your move, and AFC Richmond, and Henry. 

“It’s really done, you know,” Beard said, apropos of nothing, and you nodded. “I think she gets it. I hope she does. But at least I do. You and Ted…the two of you really help. Makes me think there’s always something good out there, where I might least expect it.” 

19 years ago

“You ever think we’d be here, Beardo?” 

Ted was tying his tie in a full-length mirror, Beard sitting on the bed behind him and lacing up his dress shoes. 

“Oh, I knew the moment I met you that you were going to be somebody’s husband. But I don’t think after everything I put you through I’d be the guy standing there next to you.” 

Ted turned, his tie now straightened, and sat down next to Beard. “You didn’t put me through a thing, my friend. I wouldn’t be half of what I am without you.” 

Ted threw his arm around his best friend’s shoulders and Beard slipped one around the man’s waist, the two of them taking a moment to appreciate the other’s presence. A knock at the door from the wedding planner announced their 10-minute warning and both of them stood, buttoning their jackets. 

“Oh, before I forget,” Beard reached into the chest pocket of his blazer and retrieved a crisp $100 bill. “Your winnings.” 

Ted chuckled, immediately remembering the bet that they’d made back in college. “This whole thing was a little skeevy, wasn’t it?” 

“Oh yeah,” Beard nodded, “we were idiots. But a deal’s a deal. And I didn’t get you a wedding gift so…” They both laughed and Ted accepted the bill, sliding it into his own pocket. 

PRESENT

The flat you’d gotten for yourself lasted barely 6 months before you asked Ted to move in, thrilled by the idea of having him close all the time. And 6 months after that, the two of you were planning a trip back to Kansas together to surprise Henry this time, arranging to pop up to see him performing as the lead in his school play. 

Beard had offered to take you both to the airport and he sent a text to let you know he was outside. 

“Come on, love,” you called out to Ted, pulling your suitcase to the front door. “Time to get a move on!” 

“Right behind you!” 

Ted was putting the last few items in his bag: an extra hat, a few more pairs of socks, and a blue velvet ring box he tucked deep in an inner pocket. He knew the ring would be burning a hole through him, he’d never been the best at secrets—but it was absolutely going to be worth it. 

You hopped out of the car at the airport, too excited to surprise Henry to not hurry ahead, tossing a quick, “thank you,” at Beard over your shoulder. Ted moved a little slower, slipping a $100 bill out of his pocket and palming it to Beard in a handshake. The stoic man’s eyebrows raised in surprise, not immediately understanding why Ted was giving him $100 for just a ride to the airport. 

“I should have known a Chessmaster like you would play the long game,” Ted explained, and Beard grinned, shaking his head. 

“After all these years, eh? Happy for you friend.” 

After surprising Henry at his play, the two of you hung out for a few days before Ted convinced you to go visit your alma mater. You rolled your eyes a little, but the idea was sweet and nostalgic. The two of you strolled campus hand-in-hand, the students dotting the place studying for finals and paying you no mind. You smirked at Ted as you came upon the theater building. 

“Did you know I used to doodle your name in my notebook during theater?”

“You did,” Ted exclaimed. “I had no idea. I was too busy constantly volunteering as people’s scene partner so I could try to get your attention.” 

You chuckled and bumped against Ted’s shoulder, but to your surprise, Ted reached for the door. “Ted! We can’t go in!” 

“Why not?”

Before you could continue to protest Ted was already slipping inside and you followed, giggling. Thankfully the room was empty and you laughed when you watched Ted go straight to his usual spot, center stage. You climbed the stairs to take your own spot, in the back row. 

“Do you have something to perform for me,” you called out, “a monologue?” 

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Ted responded seriously, and you leaned forward in your seat, curious. “Y/N, when I thought about asking you to marry me, I thought I should say something about making up for lost time or the red string of fate. I thought about telling you this was years in the making. But the truth is, I think 20 years ago we were the right people meeting at the wrong time…and now we’re the right people meeting at the right one. And if you’re amenable I think we could spend the rest of our lives together and all of our time could be the right time… Honestly, I should have practiced this more, we both know I never was much good at this.” 

You were in the back row already tearing up, a hand pressed to your trembling lips before you spoke, “You’re wonderful at this.” You made your way down to the stage and Ted got down on one knee, slipping the velvet box from his pocket.  

“Y/N, I love you. So much. And I’m beyond lucky to have met you and fallen for you twice.” You laughed as tears streamed down your face. “Will you marry me?”

“Ted, of course. Of course I will.” 

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School Daze - Chapter 2

AN: Whoops my fingers slipped and this is now a multichapter series (at least 3 chapters if I had to guess lol). I will eventually post this on ao3 as well once it's complete!

Rating: General (series becomes Explicit)

Tags: Michelle Lasso, Henry Lasso, Second Chance Romance, Alternate Universe - College/University, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Time Skips, Ted and Beard have the purest friendship, Ted Lasso Deserves Love, Getting Together

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“You said your friend Beard told you to ask me out in college? Was that the guy you used to leave theater with?”

You were sitting at Ted’s kitchen table, wearing a barbeque t-shirt he had probably purchased around the time the two of you first met, sipping at a mug of coffee. The man in question was standing in front of the stove, cooking eggs for the two of you, in flannel pants and no shirt. Looking at his broad shoulders and the smattering of freckles on his back only reminded you of last night, and you had to avert your eyes to stay focused. It wasn’t like you to sleep with someone so soon after meeting them, but he somehow felt like an old friend and a complete stranger at the same time. It was exciting and novel, and if you thought about it too hard you might freak out a little bit but you’d save that for after breakfast. 

“Mmhmm, sure was.” 

“Whatever happened to him,” you questioned, as Ted slid eggs and buttered toast onto a plate and sat it in front of you, before taking the seat diagonal to you so your knees brushed under the table. 

Ted chuckled, leaning back to look at the clock over the stove, “Oh, he’ll be here in…about 30 minutes, actually.” You sputtered on your coffee, not expecting that the frail friend from theater would be in Richmond with Ted. “We coached together at Wichita State and then when I got the invite to come out here, I was pleased as punch he was willin’ to go on this adventure with me.” 

“That’s sweet that y’all are so close,” you said with a smile. “I wonder if he still remembers me?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t bet against it because that’s a bet you’d lose,” Ted chuckled. “Beard’s got a mind like a vault.” 

The two of you ate in comfortable quiet, sneaking glances and blushing between bites. 

“I don’t usually—”

“So how long are you—” 

You accidentally spoke in unison, both of you encouraging the other to go first until you finally acquiesced. “I was trying to say, I don’t usually…move so quickly. But it was such a pleasure running into you and, uh, well, you don’t feel like a stranger. What I’m trying to say is, I know Beard will be here in 30 minutes, but I’d like to see you again. If you’re interested.” 

Ted looked down at his plate, a tendril of brown hair falling over his eye and a blush creeping up from his chest to the tips of his ears. “Well, I was tryin’ to ask how long you’d be in town, because I would really, really would like to see you again. Make up for old times, so to speak.” 

“I’d like that a lot,” you locked eyes with Ted and the two of you got a little lost, but the rattle of his phone on the countertop pulled you back to the present. “Ah, you gotta go to work. My hotel has a great restaurant if you want to get dinner tonight? I have one more week here.”

Ted stood up and cleared the plates, checking the message on his phone, “Beard’s running a few minutes late, buys us some time. Dinner sounds just lovely and I will be there faster than you can say 'Jack Robinson.' Now, could I interest you in a shower and a change of clothes?” 

You laughed, pushing away from the table and following Ted into the bedroom you were much more acquainted with now. “Oh, if we share a shower we’re going to need more than a few minutes,” you teased, tugging playfully at the drawstrings on his lounge pants and watching his pupils expand. 

The two of you managed to make it out of the door on time, your clothes from the day before tucked into one of Ted’s farmer’s market tote bags, and your coat covering up Ted’s borrowed clothing. Beard stood at the bottom of the stairs, a cup of coffee in each hand, an arched brow the only sign that he was at all surprised to see you. 

“Y/N. Long time no see!” 

“Beard, I presume. A pleasure to officially meet you. I’ll let you two get to work.” 

Ted took his coffee and you made to head in the opposite direction, but before you could take a step away, he tugged you gently by the arm to get your attention. “Let me know you made it back, okay?” You smiled and nodded, touched at his concern. He cut his eyes over at Beard before ducking and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

Despite being in your 20s when you met, something about Ted always made you feel like a schoolgirl. As you walked away, you pressed a hand to where his lips had met your skin and grinned to yourself. 

22 Years Ago

“I’m telling you, Ted, she’s so into you! You shouldn’t give up.”

Beard was reclining in the beanbag chair Ted kept in the corner of his dorm room, a half-smoked joint in one hand and a cup of instant noodles in the other. Ted was on his narrow twin bed, tossing a tennis ball at the ceiling again and again. 

“I’m not giving up,” he protested, catching the ball one last time before sitting up to look at his constant companion. “I just think, ya know, if it was meant to be she wouldn’t be so hard to find again! I’m just gonna…let the universe take it from here. Maybe we’ll have a class again next semester.” 

Beard was unassuaged, his eyebrows furrowing. “Fine. But I bet you $100 right now that she’s the one. To be paid on your and Y/N’s wedding day.” Beard stuck out a bony hand and Ted rolled his eyes, a small smile as he shook reluctantly. 

“Whatever you say Beard-o,” Ted sighed as he fell back onto his bed. He didn’t know how Beard could be so confident about it, but it seemed harmless if a little childish. 

Though the semester was over, Ted was taking summer classes and he still held out hope he might see you around. He wouldn’t say he was actively looking but he certainly kept his eyes peeled—which is how he noticed Michelle a few weeks later, the only other person in an empty university parking lot.

Beard kept his thoughts mostly to himself when Ted told him about Michelle; his money was still on you, as he reminded Ted. Ted just shook his head, throwing on a jacket to meet Michelle for ice cream.

And when he and Michelle got married, Beard silently paid up. 

Present

“I can feel you thinking, Coach, what’s on your mind?”

Ted and Beard stood shoulder to shoulder on the side of the pitch, Roy busy clomping around behind the slower players. Beard took a deep breath before responding, folding his arms tightly across his chest. 

“Was surprised to see Y/N this morning, that’s all.” 

“Ain’t that something,” Ted asked, immediately enthusiastic, “after all those years and she’s just…here! And divorced, like me.” 

“I guess that’s what I’m stuck on Coach, what’s she doing here? Now?” 

Ted looked over at his best friend, taking off his aviators in surprise, “Come on now, Coach. You’re not suggesting that she’s out to get me, are you? You used to be her number one fan!”

“Yeah, well, things change in 20 years, Coach. I’m happy for you, but you know I’m always looking out for you too,” Beard said gruffly, before stepping onto the pitch with Roy and blowing his whistle to round everyone up. Ted stayed where he was, hands on his hips, mulling over the nature of romance and coincidences.

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You left your hotel for some sightseeing and shopping, a new outfit tucked under your arm for your date with Ted, and when you returned Beard was sitting in the lobby. He was wearing his hat pulled low over his brow and he reclined against the couch in his training clothes. You stopped in your tracks before making your way over to him. 

“Hello, Beard,” you had a hint of suspicion in your tone you didn’t attempt to hide. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon. I imagine this isn’t just a coincidence?”

“No, no it is not,” Beard shook his head, sliding over slightly to make room for you to sit. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” 

You set your bag down on the floor before sitting at the end of the couch, your body angled towards his. “Depends, can I ask you some first?” Beard gave you a go-ahead gesture so you asked, “how did you know where I was?”

“Ted mentioned the two of you were getting dinner here, I put two and two together.” 

“And where does Ted think you are?” Beard didn’t say that this was a secret excursion, but he didn’t have to. 

“Lunch with my girlfriend, Jane.” You didn’t know that you were worried that Beard was the one here to confess his love until he said he had a girlfriend and you immediately released a sigh of relief. 

“Little creepy,” you responded matter-of-factly. There weren’t any other people floating around the lobby besides staff here and there but you lowered your voice anyway. 

“That was my nickname in college,” Beard joked, and you knew he was joking despite the lack of any emotion on his face. 

“Well, then I’m glad I didn’t know you better.” 

That got a genuine laugh from Beard, a sharp bark of amusement that surprised both of you. It effectively reduced the tension between the two of you but you still didn’t know why he’d sought you out. 

“So what can I do for you?”

Beard sighed, crossing one leg over the other and folding his hands on his knee. It seemed like the idea of saying a lot of words to you was making him preemptively tired.

“I have been Ted’s best friend for a very long time. I remember you, well, actually. And to be honest, I was rooting for you,” that admission surprised you, your eyebrows raising, but you didn’t interrupt, “but you disappeared off the face of the Earth and now here you are and I guess I just…I’m trying to keep my oldest friend from falling too hard, too fast and you disappearing again.”

It wasn’t what you expected—it was a little codependent but well-meaning and, more importantly, valid. Your lips tightened into a slight grimace that Beard must have taken to mean you weren’t sure how to answer, so he phrased it as a question, “So I guess I’m asking as politely as I can, where did you go and why are you back?”

“No, it's a fair question. And I figured it would be something Ted and I would talk about eventually though I do appreciate your…proactive…friendship. In short, I didn’t know Ted was looking for me; when he didn’t call I thought we’d just missed our chance. The two of you didn’t see me again because I dropped out, which is a much longer story and I didn’t go back until after you all had graduated.” Beard listened intently, a wince of embarrassment when you mentioned dropping out and he realized he was asking after something rather sensitive. 

“By the time I was in a place to even think about Ted, I looked him up and he was married. And then I got married, and,” you trailed off, waving your hand in the air in a vague way to communicate ‘you know, life.’ Beard just nodded. You weren’t annoyed by Beard asking like you might be with someone else, partially because he didn’t pry any further and partially because you felt something of a kindred spirit in him. He knew what it was like to not have life go your way. “And I’m here because I’m on vacation. It was genuinely a coincidence. A happy one. Serendipity, right?”

“Serendipity,” Beard repeated, a small smile on his face. “I’m sorry for interrogating you. But don’t feel like you need to keep any secrets from Ted, especially not on my behalf. He’s…done a lot for me, and I’ll take any chance I get to attempt to return the favor. Even if it’s a slight overreaction.” 

You just nodded as Beard stood up, clapping his hand on his thighs and adjusting his hat. You were gathering your bags when you realized he hadn’t left and when you looked at him, he winked. “For what it’s worth, I’m still rooting for you.” 

He didn’t wait for you to answer before walking away and you grinned at his retreating back. 

The next time you came down to the lobby, it was Ted on the couch waiting for you, in a navy suit and white shirt, no tie, and a bundle of pink stargazer flowers in one hand. 

He looked perfect. 

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I had a fainting spell at work today and it was scary because people helped but then I was alone...I was wondering if you could write for Ted or Jason when the reader fainted at work in front of him? Thank you. It is okay if you don't

AN: So sorry that happened to you, friend. I hope you’re doing better, and I appreciate the request, hope it helps you feel better as well! 💕 (Wrote this quickly, please forgive any typos!)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, heat exhaustion, Fainting, Feelings Realization, passing out as a form of flirting, taking care of someone who passed out as a form of flirting harder

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“Y/N? You doing okay?”

You looked at Ted curiously from where you sat in the bleachers as training ran on around the two of you. You were supposed to be taking photos for the AFC Richmond Instagram but when you realized Ted was talking to you, you also realized you hadn’t taken any photos in quite a while. It was a blazing hot day—even Ted was down to just a single layer and some spectacularly short shorts which you had been sure to snap a photo of when you stepped out onto the pitch—and now that he got your attention you did feel a little hazy. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah, it’s just crazy hot today. My head was in the clouds,” you gave him a soft smile, trying to reassure him, but he didn’t seem soothed. He had always looked after you since you’d started working at AFC Richmond, making sure you were fitting in, and that you had everything you needed. It was obvious you’d developed a bit of a crush on him, but if he noticed he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Why don’t you take a break? Come down here and get some water,” he suggested, his hands on his hips. It wasn’t a demand, but he was using his authoritative coach voice and you were helpless to obey. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t tease. “Yes, Coach,” you said with a smirk, setting down your camera as he turned back towards the pitch. As soon as you stood up you knew something was wrong; your head was swimming more than ever and your vision went fuzzy, the grass a mass of green that seemed suddenly far away. You were able to make it carefully down to the pitch and a few steps towards Will and the water table before your weight suddenly shifted, your knees wobbling out from under you and Ted’s face breaking suddenly into your line of sight, a mask of worry and concern. 

You weren’t out more than a minute but somehow when you came to, you were already in the recovery room, laying on a treatment bed. It wasn’t the first time you’d fainted in your life and you were more embarrassed than anything, but it was always a little scary to open your eyes and realize you were alone. You moved to sit up, but two strong hands against your shoulders pressed you gently back down, before placing a cool, damp towel across your forehead. Ted was looking down at your face, clearly pleased that you were conscious but still clearly upset. 

“You’re here,” you said, feeling a little silly, “you should be at training, I’m fine.” 

“You are most certainly not fine, and if you think I was going to let you sit alone in a room after fainting you’re even less fine than I thought,” Ted shook his head as he spoke, moving around to a chair he’d pulled up next to the treatment table. “I might not let you out of my sight for a while, little lady.” 

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” you mumbled, but the room was so quiet you knew he heard you. “Sorry, I shouldn’t hit on you when you’re just trying to be nice.” 

“You can hit on me whenever you’d like,” Ted smiled and you turned your head to him quickly, “and I’m not just trying to be nice. I care about you, Y/N. I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed…how I felt.” 

How he felt? You couldn’t imagine that he meant what you thought he meant. 

“Are you…saying that you feel something…for me? Like romantically?” You stumbled through the sentence, made even harder by the fact that you were still laying flat on your back, your head turned to the side. 

“I, uh,” Ted scratched nervously at his neck, suddenly second guessing that revelation, “maybe now isn’t the best time to talk about—” 

“No, I actually think it's a great time,” you interrupted quickly, taking the towel from your forehead and Ted laughed. “Can I sit up now?”

“I suppose,” Ted responded playfully, and you swung your legs over the side of the bed so you were facing him, close enough that you could see the amused glint in his eye, the slight nervousness to his expression as he brushed his fingers across his mustache. 

You stated clearly, confidently, and with very direct eye contact, “I have romantic feelings for you, Ted.” 

Ted grinned, meeting your gaze with a sure, steady confidence of his own, “I have romantic feelings for you, Y/N” 

The two of you just looked at each other like lovestruck idiots for a moment before you felt a dull pain take over your skull and winced. “Fuck my head hurts.” 

“Yeah, you didn’t go down gentle but I don’t think you have a concussion. I do think you need a trough full of water, some pain medicine, and some lunch, though.” 

“You sending me home, Coach,” you asked playfully, watching as he stood and grabbed a bottle of water that he held out to you, and you took a grateful sip. 

“No I’m taking you home, Y/N,” he corrected. He held out a hand to you to help you off the table, and even when the two of you stepped out of the recovery room he didn’t let go.

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School Daze pt. 3

AN: Okay so there will definitely be a part 4 lol. This is a LONG chapter because there's smut (who me? writing smut?!) but it's skippable! Smut starts and ends with 🌶 so feel free to read or not read as you so choose.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Michelle Lasso, Henry Lasso, Second Chance Romance, Alternate Universe - College/University, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Time Skips, Ted and Beard have the purest friendship, Ted Lasso Deserves Love, Getting Together, nipple play, explicit sexual intercourse, dry humping,

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22 Years Ago

Beard didn’t know how he got there but he shivered in front of Ted’s dorm room and tried to force himself to ask for help. It was winter and he was soaking wet in a white t-shirt and black jeans, no coat, and no shoes. 

Ted knew about the drugs. Not all of them, he kept the worst of it from Ted, but it had gotten bad and he needed help and Ted wouldn’t judge. 

“Of course, I wouldn’t judge you,” Ted responded and all of a sudden Beard realized he was not only talking out loud but was wearing Ted’s clothes, crammed in Ted’s tiny bed. The man himself was sitting near his feet, his back pressed against the cement wall and a textbook opened in his lap. Beard didn’t remember anything between knocking on the door and then being here. He tried to push himself up into a sitting position, immediately embarrassed at being this fucked up and needy, but Ted pressed him back gently and Beard realized he was still shaking like a leaf. 

“I’m sorr—” Beard started to apologize, but Ted cut him off. 

“Don’t apologize for needing a friend. Do you want to stop?”

Beard nodded immediately and emphatically, “But I’m worried the minute I leave here I’ll be right back there and I can’t…I don’t…I’m not a strong person, Ted.” 

“Sure you are,” Ted said, his voice as cheery as always, but before Beard could get frustrated with Ted’s assumed naivety, he continued, “but I can be your crutch until you get your strength back. What do you say?” 

“I’d say you don’t know what you’re gettin’ into,” Beard mumbled, tucking Ted’s navy blue comforter under his chin. Deflecting, as usual. 

“Mmm,” Ted hummed, closing his textbook, “I could say the same for you because this is gonna require 100% honesty from you and lil ol’ me as your constant companion.” Beard shrugged under the covers and Ted climbed off the bed, slipping the textbook into his ratty Jansport, before pulling the covers away. “Let’s get a move on now, I’ve got theater.” 

PRESENT

Ted handed you the bouquet of flowers and your hands brushed, sending a spark tingling up to your wrist.  You grinned, leaning in to press a grateful kiss to his cheek. You’d wanted to meet his lips, you’d been thinking about it all day, but after your conversation with Beard, you were being a little more cautious. Beard didn’t scare you off, but he certainly made you remember this was potentially more than just a bit of fun with an old friend. Which meant you needed to have some serious conversations before you pulled him back into bed.

Ted just seemed happy to see you, rocking back on his heels, his eyes never leaving yours. “You look gorgeous,” Ted complimented with boundless enthusiasm and you winked, whispering conspiratorially, “I bought it just for you.” You tucked the flowers in the curve of one elbow, taking his hand and leading him toward the hotel restaurant. After settling and ordering wine, you cleared your throat, signaling that you were moving beyond the pleasantries. 

“I had a nice talk with Beard today,” you started and Ted arched an eyebrow. Clearly, Beard hadn’t said anything to him. “That’s not sarcasm, it really was nice. He’s a good friend.”

“The best,” Ted agreed sagely.

“So, here are some things I should tell you. Nothing crazy, I swear, but just… I should let you know before things go further. Not that I assume we’re going further, but after, you know… I’m rambling.” You sighed, taking a sip of your wine and Ted smirked. 

“I would love to take things further, so hit me.” The waiter came back and you both ordered entrees, and then you folded your hands on the table in front of you. 

“The reason you couldn’t find me after theater ended is because I dropped out. My mom got really sick and there was no one else to take care of her. I had no idea you were looking for me, I promise,” Ted looked like he wanted to interrupt and tell you it was no big deal, tell you he was sorry, but you pushed on, “No one’s fault. We both moved on and life happened and now here we are. But the other thing I should tell you is that I’m here on vacation because I got laid off. I still swear it's a coincidence, I really didn’t know you were here and I’m not after your money. I just thought, after my talk with Beard, I should lay all my cards on the table. Because…I have real feelings for you Ted.” 

Ted’s smile crept up slowly, his dimple deepening as he reached across the table to take your hand in his. “I appreciate that, darlin’. And I’m so sorry about all the tough times you’ve had, back then and now. Gosh, I’m sorry I didn’t try harder when you could have used a friend.”

Something about that sentiment, the idea of Ted being disappointed that he couldn’t have just been a friend when you were in need brought tears to your eyes, and you blinked them away swiftly. “I appreciate that Ted. I really do.” 

“I don’t know what the future has in store for you or us, but I’d really like to see where this could go,” Ted said sincerely, just as your plates arrived. Before he could pick up his fork, you leaned across the table and kissed him, sweet and bold and public as hell. As always, Ted kissed back. 

The two of you behaved yourselves for maybe half of your meal before it was boxed up and you were pulling Ted to your hotel room, too hungry for each other to even think about eating. The elevator was empty and Ted had you pressed against the mirrored wall, his lips hot on your neck and his hands heavy on your hips. Your hand curled around the back of his neck, his skin hot to the touch, and you sighed heavily at his affection. The elevator dinged and you quickly separated, still looking suspicious to the older couple taking your place but not enough to ruin the mood when you slid your key card into the door and ushered Ted in. 

🌶

You’d left a lamp on and your hotel room was small but cozy, the lighting bringing out the honey tones of Ted’s eyes, the shadows adding a layer of intrigue to his gaze. He watched you set your keycard aside, his hands in his pockets only drawing attention to his arousal. You smiled over your shoulder at him, pleased that he was letting you take the lead. You turned and slipped your hands into the shoulders of his blazer, sliding it back slowly as he removed his hands from his pocket so it could fall away entirely. His chest hair peeked out of the top of his dress shirt and you leaned forward and kissed him there, right at the base of his throat. He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing as he pulled his arms free of his jacket and took it from you to toss gently on the back of an armchair. 

“I’m glad you didn’t wear a tie,” you said softly, pressing more kisses to his neck and moving on to the buttons of his shirt, revealing more and more skin to focus your attention on. 

“Yeah,” Ted asked, his voice low and breathy, “not too casual?”

“I like casual,” you shrugged, his shirt now hanging open. You nipped at the front of his shoulder and he hissed slightly. “No undershirt either. I like that you made it easy.” 

Ted laughed at that, the implication that he was easy—that any of this was— considering the whole relationship had been over 20 years in the making. You started working on his belt but Ted had let you have your fill and he needed more of you. He slipped his hands under your shirt, the barely there caress tickling and distracting you enough for him to lift it over your head. Your own pants followed easily, and you kicked them off your feet as he backed you toward the bed, his tongue sliding easily into your mouth. Ted wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you just enough to get you centered on the bed, his knee finding a place between your legs that had you involuntarily jerking against his thigh. 

“Woah there,” he teased, using his large hands to press you down against the overstuffed duvet. “Someone’s ready to go, huh?” 

You gave a pointed look to his tented pants, “Yeah, someone sure is.” 

You sat up on your elbows and he met you for another deep kiss, his hands crawling from your hips to your back, easily undoing the clasp of your bra. You whimpered at the loss when he pulled back from the kiss, but his lips found your jaw and neck and sternum, and then he was sucking a nipple into the heat of his mouth and you moaned. He flicked his tongue against you, the sensation going straight to your clit. When you realized his leg was still between yours, you didn’t hesitate to find relief grinding down on his thigh. 

“Jesus fuck Ted, you’re so good with your tongue,” you whined, and you could feel him smile against you. He released your nipple, his eyes finding yours as he pressed his leg into you firmer and you sucked in a breath. 

“That’s a good girl, take what you need.” He didn’t wait for a response before he attached himself to your other nipple and you nearly shrieked with pleasure. One of your hands found the back of his neck, the other digging into this bicep, and you knew you were going to come. You, a grown woman, were about to come from nipple play and dry humping. It would have been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so magical. Ted’s tongue started moving in faster, tighter circles, and your hips shifted just so, and then you were falling apart. Curses and praise fell from your lips in equal measure as you jerked erratically. Ted sat back, his hands running warm gentle paths along your side as you came back down, your eyes immediately finding the small wet spot on his leg. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—” 

“Don’t you ever apologize for that. Ever. That’s like apologizing for a miracle. Imagine Jesus sayin’, ‘sorry I turned water into wine.’” 

“Jesus Christ,” you laughed, knowing Ted was being ridiculous on purpose. 

“Yeah, that’s him!” 

You sat up to finally open Ted’s pants with a roll of your eyes and he chuckled at his own joke as he slipped off the bed to let them fall to the floor. He went to crawl back onto the bed, but you placed an open hand against the softness of his belly. 

“Ah ah,” you smirked, letting your hand trail down to cup his hard length over his boxer briefs and he growled. “Lose ‘em.” 

Ted peeled his striped briefs off and his cock bobbed, drawing your eye and your interest. Before you could get your hands on him he playfully launched himself back onto the bed, covering your body with his and you giggled. Sex with Ted was fun, everything about Ted was fun. Ted clearly felt the same, sucking ticklish kisses everywhere he could reach just to keep you laughing. He moved down your body, catching the edge of your underwear with his teeth and dragging them as far as he could without his hands. 

“You make me feel fucking 20 again, I swear,” you smiled, pulling him back against you, both of you now naked and joyful and wanting. 

“Good,” Ted whispered, his breath hitting the shell of your ear and making you shiver, “‘cause we’re not getting any younger, darlin’.” 

You reached a hand between your bodies to wrap your fingers around him and he dropped his forehead to your collarbone with a lustful exhale. “Well then you should probably fuck me sooner rather than later, hm?” You felt Ted grin against your skin before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder and you groaned, your hand tightening around him. 

Using a firm grip on Ted’s hair you encouraged him onto his side and then his back, quickly straddling him. You both took a moment to just look at each: cheeks rosy, eyes glassy with passion, bodies warm and soft. You reached a hand out to cup the side of Ted’s face, your thumb tracing his bottom lip and his mouth fell open easily. It was enough to know how willing he was, how pliable; it sent a burning heat through you that made you unable to wait even one more second for him to fill you.

The first time this had happened—was that just last night?!—Ted had ducked into the bathroom for a condom, but you didn’t want him to have to go scrounging through his pants if it wasn’t needed. 

“I was tested a few weeks ago. And I'm on birth control.” 

“Was tested last month, nobody in between,” Ted said quickly, “but if you’d be more comfortable—” 

“Nope,” you responded, raising up slightly to sink down on him slowly, letting yourself adjust to him and the feeling of no barrier between you. The firm weight of him stretched you perfectly. He cursed beneath you when you seated yourself fully, his eyes closed and his fingers digging gently into your thighs. You hoped you’d still be able to see where he touched you in the morning. He looked at you when you started to rock against him, slowly but already starting to build, already starting to chase what felt good. 

“You feel so good, Y/N. So good.” You appreciated Ted’s praise, but you liked when he lost control, when he cursed and writhed, so you pulled yourself almost all the way off of him and then quickly back down. Your thighs strained with the effort but it was worth it to hear Ted say, “fuckin' shit,” and feel his grip tighten on you. Supporting yourself on his chest, your thumbs brushed his nipples and his head fell back against the pillow again. You rode him earnestly, and though you could certainly come this way, your walls starting to flutter, your legs wouldn’t last that long—before you had to ask, Ted was flipping you. He barely gave you a chance to catch your breath before he was driving back into you, hard and fast. 

Ted was hitting the perfect spot inside you, his weight resting on one elbow, his other hand supporting your thigh. It wouldn’t take you long to reach your peak, especially if you could get a finger on your clit. You started to snake your hand between your bodies but Ted noticed and beat you to it. 

“Can I make you come again, sweetheart?” You knew Ted wasn’t asking if it was possible, but if he could be the one to make it happen and you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more. 

“Please, please, please, please.” 

Ted used his thumb, his hand moving slower than his cock so there was constant pleasure. You knew you were still saying something but you weren’t listening to yourself, too busy riding a roller coaster that only seemed to be going up. If Ted’s pace was anything to go by he was right there next to you. Ted’s hips snapped into yours and he panted your name, and you were so close, so close…

“Faster, fuck, your thumb faster, please” you whimpered, and Ted obeyed immediately. You cried out, obnoxiously loud for a hotel room, but there was no keeping this sensation to yourself. Your vision whited as Ted’s hips stuttered and he followed you over the edge, groaning your name as his cock twitched and emptied. It took a few minutes for your breathing to slow and your eyes to open, to stop being overwhelmed by the warm sense of fullness and return to the present. When you did, Ted was cleaning you up gently, smiling when he felt your eyes on him. 

🌶

“Not to be presumptuous, but I thought I might stay the night?” 

“Don’t ever leave,” you smiled, and Ted chuckled, lifting up the corner of the duvet and helping you under it. He followed you under, tucking you close to him. It would have been easy to slip into a safe sleep, but Ted’s phone clattered against the nightstand. 

“Sorry,” Ted grumbled, reaching over you to retrieve it, “might be Henry.” 

Ted picked up and just listened, his only real words were, “Where are you?” When he hung up you felt him sit up, preparing to go somewhere. He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face, his other hand stroking lightly over your shoulders. 

“Was it Henry?”

“Beard. He’s somewhere downtown and…you have no idea how much I don’t want to go darlin’. But, long story short, when Beard says he needs me he means it.” 

“Tell him to come here.” Ted raised his eyebrows, his eyes darting between your naked bodies. “Okay, not like here here, but the hotel. I’ll stay out of the way, I promise, but neither one of you should be wandering around at this hour. Go sit with him in the lobby.”

Ted thought about it for a moment and then fired off a few quick texts before climbing out of bed and collecting his abandoned clothing. “You’re right, sweetheart. He’s gonna come here.” 

“Do you know what’s wrong,” you asked, watching from your cocoon in bed as he buttoned his shirt, his long fingers moving quickly. 

“Not exactly. But if I had to guess it's something about Jane. I’ll be back, gorgeous,” Ted leaned over the bed and kissed you sweetly. He made his way toward the door, flicking out the lamp and closing the curtains tightly for you. 

“Take my key card,” you called out quickly, his hand on the doorknob, “you’re a good friend, Ted.” 

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School Daze pt. 4

AN: okay so there will also be a part 5 lmao but I think that will be the end!

Rating: Teen

Tags: Michelle Lasso, Henry Lasso, Second Chance Romance, Alternate Universe - College/University, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Time Skips, Ted and Beard have the purest friendship, Ted Lasso Deserves Love, Getting Together, Angst

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Ted tried to sneak back into your room an hour later and he did an admirable job, but when he sat gently on the edge of the bed, you opened your arms to him and he fell into you with a chuckle. You stroked a hand along his bare back and he hummed. 

“How’s Beard?”

“Better when he left. I actually sent him to my place. Jane is…intense and it’s better if he can’t easily be found.” 

“That bad?” 

Ted tucked himself even closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Beard said she’s the closest thing he’s had to drugs since he quit ‘em.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go stay with him?” 

“Nah, I made sure he was okay. Well, as okay as he could be.” 

You smiled to yourself in the pitch-black room before pressing a kiss to Ted’s forehead, “We should probably go check on him tomorrow, don’t you think?” 

Ted sighed, a sound of contentment instead of exasperation. “Well, I won’t speak for him, but I think that might just work. Let’s get some sleep darlin’.” 

When you woke up Ted was across the room making coffee for both of you. “Ted, how are you functional right now,” you groaned, knowing he got even less sleep than you did. He made his way to your side of the bed, setting coffee on your nightstand. You sat up for the coffee, but what really woke you up was Ted in his boxers, his dress shirt on but still unbuttoned.

“Mornin’ handsome,” you flirted, pulling the sheets up to your chest and grabbing your coffee. Ted settled on top of the covers next to you with a chuckle. 

“Oh, you keep that up and we’re not makin’ it anywhere.” 

“Don’t foil my plans,” you whined, but you knew you weren’t going to make Ted choose between you and Beard. 

You and Ted spent the day with Beard, the three of you checking out a few landmarks none of you had managed to visit yet, and though you could tell he had a hard time accepting kindness he didn’t make a fuss. By the evening Beard was ready to be on his own again, and you and Ted insisted that Ted should continue staying with you and Beard could keep staying at his. Something about the joint decision-making, the way you fell so easily into Ted and Beard’s dynamic made everything feel more domestic and permanent. And that made you sad because nothing about this was permanent

Ted picked up on the change as soon as the two of you were alone, but he was hesitant about pressing. Sure, you weren’t Michelle—in a lot of ways—but he still didn’t want to ruin this new, fragile thing by forcing solutions to your apparent sadness. Instead, he matched your energy, sitting quietly on the couch, offering his hand instead of just touching you and when you had thought about how to express yourself, you opened up on your own. 

“I really like being here. And it's not just about you—though it is a lot about you. But I like Richmond. I like walking on the green and watching people watch soccer and befriending people in the neighborhood. And I just know it’s going to wreck me when I leave.” 

Ted nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing you sweetly. “Darlin’ it’s going to wreck me too. I’ve had more practice with it, what with Henry and all, but it doesn’t get easier to leave or to watch people go.” 

Ted wanted to offer you something. He wanted you to stay and his coaching job paid him enough that he could probably make that happen, but he didn’t know the first thing about citizenship. He knew he’d be crazy to offer to marry you and he didn’t even know if that would solve the problem. So instead he asked something that surprised you. 

“What did you do for work? Before you got laid off?” 

“Oh, uh, nonprofit events, why?” 

Ted looked at you, a cheeky glint in his eye. “You ever planned a gala?”   

Rebecca and Higgins jumped at the chance to get help running the nonprofit avenues of AFC Richmond, and, nepotism be damned, what was one more American on the payroll? You did still have to earn your spot though and the next week in Richmond was a whirlwind of interviewing, dating, vacationing, sex, and planning how to uproot your entire life to London. It was both convenient and a little depressing that there wasn’t much life to uproot, but you still had to go back and take care of the American side of things. 

Ted and you both shed tears in the airport without a hint of embarrassment. “I think I’m afraid you’re going to get on that plane and I’m gonna lose you again,” Ted whispered, holding you tightly against him as the intercom announced you’d be boarding shortly. 

“I hate to tell you that your fears are unfounded, but the fact that I’m looking at you right now means you didn’t really lose me the first time.” 

Ted pulled back with a teary smile, and you shared one last kiss before you got in line to board. 

22 Years Ago. 

On the last day of theater, you were working up the nerve to ask Ted to get coffee after class. Coffee was a light ask, in fact you’d already had coffee many times when rehearsing your Gone with the Wind scene. But this was coffee with no reason, no purpose, besides spending time with you—and you were sure he’d turn you down.

As the last group did their scene and the professor thanked you all for a great year, you talked yourself out of it and into it and out of it again, so by the time class ended you were ready to hustle out of the door. But Ted was there, waiting for you, his back against the wall across from the classroom door. 

“Ted,” you said with surprise, but you couldn’t hide your nervous smile. 

Ted looked a little nervous himself, adjusting and readjusting his hair and then drumming his fingers against his folders arms. “Y/N, glad I caught you. I know the semester’s over but I was hoping I could get your number? And we could maybe hang out again before you’re gone for the summer?” 

“I’d like that,” you grinned, “do you…have something to write on?” Neither of you had brought backpacks to class since it was the last day, but Ted quickly patted all of his pockets and came up with a single red pen and a smirk. 

“No paper, but my Dad always taught me to keep a pen on me.” Ted went to hand it to you and held out an arm, but you laughed and handed it back. 

“I’m not going to write on your skin! I’m sure there’s paper somewhere around here.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. Go on, hit me,” Ted held the red pen poised above his forearm and you gave in, reciting the number to your dorm along with your extension. You could tell his handwriting was large and loopy, but he held his arm up close to his face so you couldn’t see exactly what he wrote, had no idea he had written a 1 that looked suspiciously like a 7. He tucked his pen in his pocket and tapped his arm twice like he’d done a job well done. 

“Talk soon?” 

“Talk soon,” you agreed. You grinned the entire walk back to your dorm and nearly considered kicking your heels like you were in a cartoon. When you returned to the dorm, you allowed yourself a little jig, a private moment of joy. Then you noticed you had a missed call. 

It was your mom. And just like that, you forgot everything you were happy about. By that evening, you were back at home three hours away from campus, holding your mother’s hand in a chilly, unadorned hospital room. There were now more pressing things to attend to than tracking down the cute boy from theater to tell him you actually couldn’t hang. There was no doubt in your mind that you’d be back in the fall and you’d explain it all then and hopefully he’d understand. He seemed like he would. But when your mother didn’t get better, your whole life changed and Ted became nothing more than a pleasant memory that crept up on you from time to time.

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Hello [im sorry my English is not the best I hope this message is understandable] I just read about Ted and the reader in your nightmares story. I have been having bad nightmares lately so it was very nice to find. I was wanting to know if you would want to write more where Ted Is present when one is happening waking her up or finding her awake already I thank you for your writing and writing this if you do too

AN: Your English is perfect, and I so appreciate the request!! I decided to make this one a continuation of the Henry Bad Dreams fic, but with just Ted there for comfort. 

Rating: General

Tags: Henry Lasso, Established Relationship, Stepmom!Reader, SoloDad!Ted, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

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Despite the sweet scene Ted had come home to, and the fact that Henry had comforted you out of your nightmare, Ted wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. After the 3 of you woke up and eased into the day, Ted got a call from Roy asking if Henry and Phoebe could have a playdate because he was tired from the game and she was, in his words, “driving me fucking mental.” 

Ted came back from dropping Henry off at Roy’s and you were excited to have him to yourself, but after a few sweet kisses on the couch, Ted pulled back. 

“I don’t want to embarrass you, sweetie, but can we talk about the nightmares?”

You pursed your lips and ducked your head, trying to figure out the best way to approach the topic. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just sorry I woke Henry. Next time, I’ll go downstairs or—”

“Woah, Woah,” Ted shifted on the couch so he could pull your hand into his lap, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m real proud of Henry for lookin’ out for you while I wasn’t there. Makes me feel like I’m raisin’ him right, ya know? And to see my two best people all cozy,” Ted released a low whistle, “well that just warms my heart somethin’ fierce. But how long have these nightmares been buggin’ you?”

“To be honest with you, love, it only really happens when you’re not here. It, well, makes me feel a little silly that one night apart has me all,” you flapped your hand in the air, “out of sorts. So I haven’t mentioned it and I get around it. It’s not like you’re gone all that often or for all that long,” you shrugged as you finished. You really didn’t want to make it a big deal, but you did want to be honest. After all, this was what Henry recommended.

Ted released your hand and lifted an arm, tucking you neatly into his side before kissing your forehead. “Well, I’m sorry that it affects you so much when I’m gone. I certainly know a thing or two about anxiety and sleepless nights. And I can’t change the schedule, but maybe we can think of some ways to help.” You tilted your head up to kiss him, already pleased that he was looking for solutions and not just babying you. 

The two of you figured out what worked and settled on an away game system: a FaceTime with Ted before bed, a t-shirt of his to wear to sleep and a spritz of his cologne on the pillow, a voice memo Ted recorded where he talked for 45 minutes straight, and when push came to shove, Henry tucking himself in next to you. 

And it all worked splendidly—you hadn’t thought about a nightmare in months, hadn’t seen 3 am in just as long. But then came Henry’s trip to Kansas. 

You knew you were anxious about spending a month without Henry. You loved your stepson and you loved having him with you, but you also knew he was missing his mom and she deserved time with him. You chalked the nervousness up to sending him by himself overseas, but as he reminded you while you helped him fold up enough jumpers and trousers, he “wasn’t a baby anymore.” 

“I know, but I’m allowed to worry about you,” you chuckled, ruffling his shaggy blond hair. 

“I know,” he groaned, but the smile on his face told you he didn’t mind. “I’m gonna miss you too.” 

You and Ted walked him all the way to the gate, waved as he screamed, “I LOVE YOU,” as he walked through the tunnel, and then had dinner and turned in early, sharing in the sad mood that your son was gone. 

A few hours later you could feel yourself thrashing slightly, the sheets tangling around your waist, but you couldn’t quite reach consciousness. You felt stuck in your nightmare, half-asleep and half-awake, but finally, you could surface enough to hear Ted calling your name. When you opened your eyes and sat up your sleep top was damp and clinging to you and your heart was racing. Ted had gotten out of bed and already gotten you a glass of water from the bathroom sink, which he pressed gently into your hands as you tried to even out your breathing. 

“Deep breaths sweetheart. Here, follow me,” Ted took the hand not holding the water, and held it to his bare chest so you could feel his lungs expand and release. When you had caught your breath enough, you gulped some water and set the glass on your nightstand. You looked at Ted and saw the concern in his eyes before hiding your face in your hands. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you mumbled and Ted stood from the bed so he could climb behind you, one leg on either side of yours so he could pull you back into his chest and rock you gently. 

“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart,” Ted said softly, and it did something to you to both hear those words and feel the vibration of his chest against your back. He dropped a kiss against your temple. “I’m not going to say you didn’t scare me, but I’m glad I was here. Is that what it’s always like?” 

“Pretty much you,” you sighed, stroking your hand along Ted’s forearms where he held you tightly. “Reminds me a little of your panic attacks.” 

“Me too,” Ted agreed. “I thought it only happened when I wasn’t here?” 

“I thought so too.” 

Ted kissed your temple again. “Any idea what brought it on tonight?” 

“Honestly,” you twisted around to look at Ted. He was scruffy and sleepy, but his eyes were engaged. “I think it’s because Henry’s gone.” 

Ted’s eyebrows raised and he couldn’t help but grin at you. “I don’t mean to make light of it because that nightmare sure seemed scary…but welcome to parenthood, darlin’. I love how much you love our boy, even if it means gettin’ anxious when he’s gone.” 

You hummed, thinking it over as tears came to your eyes, “maybe what it really means is that I’m not cut out for it.” 

“No, no, no,” Ted shushed you gently, “I would say worryin’ about us the way you do proves just the opposite. You just have to have faith that you’re doin’ all you can to keep the people you love safe.” He used a thumb to wick away the tears from your eyes, before tilting his chin up to kiss you. 

“Now, we’ve got about…,” Ted leaned over to check the time on his nightstand clock, “one hour until Henry’s flight lands and we can call him. What do you say we put on a rom-com and relax until then, and then we can get some real shut-eye?”

“Oh you don’t have to stay up for me, Ted, I’ll just—” 

Ted lovingly ignored you and reached for the remote for the little-used TV in the corner of the room, flipping around until he found something familiar and fluffy. He didn’t release you from his grasp, so you just cuddled down into him, pressing your cheek to his shoulder and kissing his jaw. Both of you managed to stay awake until it was a reasonable enough time to call Henry, and he picked up from the backseat of his mom’s car. 

He looked tired but he was beaming into the camera and told you about the flight and the crying babies on it, the movies he watched, and the dinner and snacks he had. Seeing him made something inside you click into place and when Michelle announced that they were home you felt like you could easily go back to sleep knowing your boy was safe.

“Goodnight,” Henry exclaimed and Ted grinned at his son. 

“Goodnight Henry,” the two of you said in unison and Henry giggled. 

Just as Ted was about to hang up the call, you heard Henry say, “Love you, Dad! Love you, Mum!” 

Mum. Your eyes widened and you looked at Ted and he looked just as surprised as you. Neither of you had time to respond before Henry had already disappeared. 

“Did you—” You started to ask Ted if he knew Henry called you that, but before you finished the question he was shaking his head, a small smile on his face. 

“No, I had no idea. But I can’t say I’m not pleased that my boy has a mom and a mum. How are you feelin’? Think you can sleep?” 

Ted wiggled around you so he was on his side of the bed again, and both of you relaxed back into the sheets grinning at each other on your respective pillows. 

“Now that our boy is safe, yeah I think so,” you leaned over and gave Ted one more kiss, overwhelmed not only by the love and care he showed you but this new life that brought you so much joy. 

“Goodnight, Mum.”

“Goodnight, Dad.” 

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Hiiiiii!!!! I love Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine!! Can I get Jamie Tartt to apple pie?

apple pie | jamie tartt

based on the song apple pie by lizzy mcalpine

description: jamie gets insecure sometimes, but having you with him helps.

pairing: jamie tartt x actress!reader (f!reader she/her)

warnings: lots of kissing, self-doubt, insecurities, mention of jamie's dad

word count: 2631

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When Jamie first got into a relationship with you, he knew that both of your busy schedules would pose a problem down the road. With his football career seemingly reaching new peaks every season and your acting career taking off after being cast in what is being called “the film that revived the dying genre of romantic comedies,” the amount of time you get to spend with each other decreased significantly since the start of your relationship. 

You first met Jamie halfway through his returning season at AFC Richmond. You met him at a birthday dinner party for a friend of a friend where you relentlessly teased him for his ridiculous, but outstanding performance, on Lust Conquers All. You had originally praised him for it when you were fully under the impression that he was putting on an act. You didn’t find out that he was just being his prick-ish self, albeit his younger prick-ish self, until about four months into your relationship when he embarrassedly admitted it to you. That’s how you found yourself rewatching the entire season together on his couch until 2 hours before Roy knocked on his door for his training session. 

At first, Jamie thought you were making fun of him. His insecurities would still peek in here and there and sometimes he couldn’t help but worry that you’d see him as nothing more than a dumb footballer like everyone else does. He quickly realized, though, that while you were losing your mind laughing at how he acted in the show, making fun of him was the last thing you wanted to do. 

“Why’d ya wanna watch this shit anyways?” he grumbled, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. “It’s just poopy. ‘M not even like that anymore.” 

“I know,” you sat up, pausing the show when you heard his voice crack. You knew the tone of Jamie’s voice when he was cracking jokes and when he was happy, and this voice wasn’t one or the other. You turned your body to face him, “I know you aren’t like this anymore, I just thought it would be funny.” 

“I dunno, I suppose it doesn’t make much sense to me.” 

“What doesn’t?” you questioned. “Why I want to watch it?” 

“Yeah,” Jamie replied. His eyes were looking at everything but at you. He was playing with the threads of the blanket loosely draped over his legs. He rubbed his nose with his balled-up fist. “Why does it matter how I was before you? I’m better now, yeah? Unless you don’t think so...” 

“Oh, love,” you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. You were so engrossed in the episode on the TV that you didn’t realize how uncomfortable Jamie was feeling about the whole situation. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention to how you were feeling about this. We can stop watching it.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He hummed, tugging on your hoodie to pull you closer to him. “I just don’t want you to see how I used to be and realize you don’t want to be with a prick like that, even if I have changed, you know? I don’t know… I just thought that with ya, I’d have a fresh start.” 

“Jamie Tartt, enough of that now,” You took over being the big spoon, which made Jamie nuzzle into your neck contently, “You have changed. You’re an amazing man and the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. I only wanted to watch this show because it’s such a shitty show that it’s nice to just unwind. When I watch this Jamie on the screen, my brain can’t even comprehend that it’s you.” 

“You don’t think I’m a prick anymore, yeah?” Jamie asked again, hoping that he’d get a confirmation, “Like you wouldn’t leave me over that?”

You’ve learned over the past few months things about Jamie– one of which is that he needs to be told positive things or else he’d spiral. The thing is, if you could go into his mind and turn off that control box that spews self-doubt and insecurities to him, you would do it in a heartbeat. But since you can’t, you were more than happy to shower him with love and adoration in hopes that your voice can drown the rest of them out. 

“Never,” you placed your lips on his in a soft kiss. “You’d have to work a hell of a lot harder to get rid of me.” 

“I’m working double overtime just so you’d keep me, love,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. His hand reached for the remote to turn the TV off to leave you both in the glow of the floor lamp in his living room. 

“You don’t have to work hard for that.” 

Jamie had gotten used to having you around his flat. He would leave for 4 AM training with Roy with you on his bed, often naked, then return at around 6:30 AM to shower and join you back in bed for another hour before you woke up. He’d wake up for the second time that day with you drawing patterns on his chest and a soft smile on your face. He’d lean over and place a loving kiss on your lips and he’d feel prepared to start the day. 

You were filming a show in London for three months, which meant that for three months, this was Jamie’s life. In between projects, you stayed at his place. For two weeks after the wrap party, you came home to him, visited him at the facility, and went to all the team outings, home games, and away games with him. He was with you 24/7 and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He didn’t realize how he took it for granted until filming ended.

Three weeks ago, you flew to New York City to begin filming another movie. With training and games, Jamie hasn’t been able to take time off to visit you, and with filming just starting, you couldn’t fly back to Richmond either. 

Jamie was doing fine– as fine as someone can be when their daily routine was abruptly disrupted. He was proud of you. The premise of the movie seemed perfect for you and was a seamless continuation of the romantic comedy trend you were on. People were buzzing for your next project, especially after your last one was so well received. He was so proud of you…. But he also missed you. 

During the three weeks that you were gone, you and Jamie still texted each other constantly and FaceTimed everyday, despite the crazy time difference. He wanted to make it work, and so did you, so you did what you could to stay in touch. While not being able to hold you and kiss you for three weeks was killing Jamie, he was glad he was still able to spend time with you. Things didn’t get to Jamie until Jan Maas made an off-handed comment about it.

All of them were packing up after training, feeling extremely antsy with the Man City match on the horizon, Jamie especially. There were a lot of things on his mind, including the possibility of seeing his father, who he hadn’t seen since Wembley, and playing against his old team was always a trip. In short, he wasn’t feeling his best and the fact that you weren’t nearby made it worse. 

“Jamie, we have not seen Y/N in a while,” Sam noted, “Is everything okay with you two?” 

“She’s filming a movie in New York, bruv,” Isaac replied before Jamie could speak, “Right, Tartt?” 

Jamie nodded, putting his shirt over his head, “Yeah. She’ll be gone for a few months, at least.” 

“I do not know how you’re gonna survive, Jamie,” Jan Maas said. “You are so clingy when it comes to her. I don’t think you can make it all those months.” 

The rest of the team chuckled at Jan’s teasing tone, but Jamie furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Was he clingy? He frowned as he continued to put his things away. He picked up his phone from his cubby, smiling when he received a few messages from you while he was at training. As he was about to respond, Jan’s comment made him stop in his tracks. 

Maybe it would be best to let you have a night to yourself. You had a life outside of him and you deserve to be able to live it without having him cling to you all the time. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, slipping his phone in his back pocket, before walking out of the locker room to head to his place. 

When you woke up to no text from Jamie, you assumed that he was just worn out from training and didn’t have the energy to reply. You’ve seen the intense training he went through, so you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. But as the day went on and there was still no word from Jamie– you’d even checked the timezone clock on your phone to make sure you weren’t being unreasonable– you began to worry. FaceTime calls went unanswered and instead, you were met with the Apple automated response, “Sorry, can’t talk right now.” 

To: lover boy <3

“Hi, love. Got some exciting news, you free to chat? Xx” 

By the time you were boarding the plane to Manchester, Jamie still hadn’t texted you back. After begging the producers to give you a week off filming, they finally agreed. You asked for this week in particular, knowing that you wanted to be there for Jamie for the Man City match. There was a lot on the line for Jamie and you wanted to be there for him no matter what happened. 

The entire plane ride back to England was filled with dread and anxiety. It wasn’t like Jamie to not respond. Unless he was at a game, training, or sleeping, but even then he had a special ringtone for you that wakes him up whenever you called, he always replied to your messages as soon as possible. When you landed, everything that could go wrong went wrong. Your plane was stuck on the tarmac for an hour because there were problems with the gate. Your luggage got delayed which left you sitting at baggage claim for another 45 minutes. When you finally arrived at the hotel the team was staying at– shoutout to Ted for being yours and Jamie’s number one supporter and telling you where they were staying– Jamie was nowhere to be found. 

You dragged your luggage to Jamie’s room, plopping on the bed tiredly. You glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. 9:28 PM. Ted mentioned that there was a 10 PM curfew so you hoped that tonight was not one of the nights where Jamie decided to break the rules. Ted also mentioned that Jamie has not been himself lately, which did nothing to soothe your panic. You hopped in the shower to rinse yourself from the long day you’ve had. You did your night routine and dug into Jamie’s bag to retrieve his AFC Richmond hoodie. Before putting it on, you held it up to your nose, sighing as your senses were filled with Jamie. You missed him. 

It was 9:57 PM when you heard the door unlock. You were on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on social media, when you saw him. You sat up, shutting your phone off. He walked in with his head low. His shoulders were hunched over a bit, but he looked okay. He looked better than how Ted described him. 

He kicked off his shoes, before looking at you on his bed, startled. His eyes widened, first in fear that there was someone in his room, then in surprise that it was you in his room. His lips curved down in a frown, eyebrows furrowed in sadness. 

“Baby,” you whispered, moving to the side of the bed to make room for him. 

Jamie knew that he needed to not be clingy. He didn’t want to bother you too much. He was trying to be cool. But when you called him “baby,” with that voice, in his hoodie on his bed, his resolve crumbled to pieces.

He ran to you, nearly tackling you off the bed when he engulfed you in his arms. He buried his face in your neck, a mix of your lotion and the cologne he sprays on his clothes surrounding him. You cradled the back of his head, mumbling how much you missed him into his shoulder. Jamie could cry. He hasn’t seen you in so long, but here you are now. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked when he finally pulled away from you. He couldn’t stray too far though. His arm was still wrapped around you while you cuddled into his side. “I thought you were in New York.” 

“Well, if you bothered to answer my texts,” you trailed off, faking a voice of sadness. You poked his side, “You would’ve seen that I had exciting news. The producers gave me a week off after begging them since I first got to New York and this week is perfect because I know tomorrow’s match is gonna be a lot for you. I wanted to be here for you, whatever the outcome is.” 

“Oh.” Jamie was speechless. Here he was ignoring you like a prick while you were planning to come back just to be here for him. He didn’t deserve you. 

“Yeah,” you continued, “If tomorrow we celebrate, I’ll be here making sure that you drink enough water so that your hangover the next day won’t be too much. If tomorrow we try to never think about it again, I’ll sit next to you on the bus in silence holding your hand and when we get home we can do the same thing.” 

Home. You were here and he felt like he was home. 

“I missed you so much,” Jamie sighed. He kissed you all over your face, giving your lips extra attention. “‘M sorry if I was bothering you by texting and calling so much over the last few weeks… I just missed you loads and I wanted to talk to you.” 

“Baby, you didn’t text and call me enough,” you played with his hair, running your fingers through the strands. “If it was possible, I would stay on a call with you all day, everyday. Can’t get enough of ya.” 

He smiled, his worries disappearing with every word you said, “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, I love you, Jamie Tartt.” You kissed him deeply. “Couldn’t get tired of you even after a million years. Now, catch me up! Tell me everything.” 

Jamie, feeling like himself again, began to tell you everything you missed over the last few weeks– meeting Sam’s father, meeting Ted’s mum, Roy and Keeley, and seeing his mum earlier that night, which is why he came home late. He talked about how a visit to Georgie and Simon helped lift his spirits, and how Georgie was gushing about you and asking him when you’ll come to visit again. 

Then he talked about his fears for tomorrow and everything that’s been piling up on him ever since you left. As he spoke, you rubbed his back comfortingly, a small reminder that you’ll always be here no matter what. 

Jamie knew that he still had a lot of work to do. He knew that his insecurities could get the best of him sometimes and it can cause him to push back on people who love and care about him, but he was trying. You believed in him and that’s all he needed.

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jamie tartt late night ramblings (jamie tarttt x reader)

based on this screenshot from tiktok:

it was roy who noticed it first. your name seemed to leave jamie’s lips often— too often, like he was just saying it just to say it. you would be brought back to every conversation, every hint and whisper of a recollection, your name rolled off jamie’s tongue constantly.

roy had an “over or under” bet with keeley the next day. he bet that your name would leave jamie’s lips at least 50 times; keeley who didn’t realize just how often jamie brought you up (she was just happy to see him happy, content) scoffed and said there was no way. she lost the bet. (jamie said your name 53 times that day)

sam noticed it after the pair. he sat next to jamie on the way to manchester and he forgot his headphones (rookie mistake) and found himself on the receiving end of jamie’s babbles about date night at his apartment. sam, who grew up watching the love of his wonderful parents, felt something familiar tugging in his chest. it was the same feeling that bloomed when he got older, when the sweet words and innocent kisses his parents shared in front of him were no longer repulsive to his teenage brain, but rather something fond, something soft.

he indulged jamie in the conversation and offered a table at ola’s for next thursday. jamie beamed at him (sam had never seen him smile like that, not even when they moved back to the premier league or finished second) and thanked him profusely because you had been talking about wanting to eat at ola’s again.

“there’s just no time,” you complained, offhandedly. “between my work and your training schedule and games, i feel like we don’t get to have a restaurant dinner anymore. i miss ola’s.”

jamie would change the way time worked if you asked him to.

jan mass was the next person to notice it. him being the blunt dutchman nonchalantly asked jamie why he talked about you so much. at first, jamie was taken aback by the question. does he talk about you that much? jan quickly followed up by saying he meant no offense by this (this, jamie knew. he’d known jan too long to take offense) and said he was genuinely curious.

what jamie wanted to say was, if anyone had grown up the way he did, with the father he had, with the constant pressure of living up to an impossible standard, with the struggle of having to decide to either be a great footballer or a great man (he will be the first to admit, he chose wrong the first time, but he learned from you that he should give himself some grace. nobody is perfect in their early twenties, after all) anyone would probably talk about you as much as he did.

to jamie, you made his life so much better. sprinkles of beauty here and there from your whispers of “good mornings” when you rolled over to kiss him when you woke up in his bed; or when you would pitch the tone of your voice up to coo at a puppy walking down the street; or when you would drop coins in the tip jars at cafes while you mindlessly chatted with the baristas.

everywhere you went, there were marks of you that lingered there; in the smile of a stranger you complimented, the giggles of a child when you lean down to fix the bow in their hair; the scent of your perfume that stayed when you hugged a friend you hadn’t seen in a while. those little things made the world that much better.

jamie felt he was being selfish keeping you to himself, absorbing your love so much that sometimes he felt guilty that the rest of the world was deprived of it; so in his own way, whenever he spoke your name into conversations, into interactions, into the ether, he believed he was doing the world a favor, giving them a glimpse of the beauty that you added to the world.

but he thought that this was too much to say to jan mass in the middle of the locker room. so jamie simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “i dunno. i didn’t even realize i do it.”

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