ted lasso. afc richmond’s new coach, and your favourite victim to mess with. there’s just something about him. whether it’s the large age gap, that sexy midwestern accent, the silly moustache— it’s safe to admit you’ve got a little crush on him.
today, like every other day, you’re back in his office with a box full of his favourite biscuits, twirling your hair and giggling at every single word he says.
“ohhhh sweet mother of jesus. these gosh-darn cookies… they’re somethin’ else.” ted groans, biting into one, eyes fluttering shut as he leans back in his chair.
“yeah? you like them?”
“darlin’, the day i say no to that question is the day you gotta start lookin’ for the real ted lasso ‘cause that’s an imposter standin’ in front of ya.” you giggle, perching on the edge of his desk. he gives you a warm smile— that classic ted lasso smile that can easily brighten your whole day.
“coach, you got a bit of—“ you murmur, eyes narrowing at the crumbs on his moustache.
“oh—yep—such a messy eater, aren’t i?” he chuckles, letting you brush the crumbs from his face as he tilts his head.
“lemme just—” you bend forward, giving ted a full view of your cleavage, making it practically impossible for him to look away. he swallows hard, feeling his cock twitch in his pants.
when you place one hand high up his thigh to get a better angle, his whole body tenses up, sweat forming on his forehead.
“oi! the fuck is this?!” roy’s gravelly voice ripples through the air like an earthquake, and for a second you swear you could feel the floor beneath you tremble.
“roy!” you squeal excitedly, acting oblivious to the raunchy scene he just walked in on— you, sitting on the edge of ted’s desk, short skirt riding up your bare thighs, tits nearly spilling out of your top in ted’s flustered face.
ted’s eyes turn comically wide, only making him look more guilty than he actually is. roy storms at him and points an accusing finger right in his red-as-a-tomato face.
“she’s half your age, you fuckin’ bellend!”
“oh, boy… let’s not jump to any conclusions, son.” ted raises his hands in surrender as he jumps up from his chair, shaking his head, “she just brought me some cookies! very, very delicious cookies, at that. you should try some if you—”
roy lets out a low grunt, making ted blink rapidly.
“alrighty… a-anyway, we were just chattin’, yeah? platonic—so very platonic—boy, couldn’t be more platonic than this. ain’t that right?”
you nod, unable to contain the cheeky grin spreading across your face as you coyly swing your legs.
“see!” he lets out a nervous laugh, “you know what you need, roy? one of these to cheer ya up.” he grabs a biscuit from the box and hands it to roy with a cheerful nod, who crumples it right in front of ted’s face like it’s nothing.
“or… not. you know what, that’s fine— maybe—maybe you’re just gluten intolerant. more common than you might think!”
roy grabs his collar and yanks him close, face turning a shade of purple that seems humanly impossible.
“if i see you near her one more time, you’re a dead man walking. you hear me, lasso?”
you jump down from the desk, “oh please, roy. don’t be so angry! ted’s a nice guy” you pout, voice breathy and a little too flirty, but roy releases ted nonetheless. he storms out, muttering a ‘fuckin’ hell’ under his breath, and slams the door shut.
“i’m sorry, coach. he’s just such a drama queen, but don’t mind him, ‘kay?” you run a hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing under your palm.
“well, shoot… i reckon that’s my cue to start lockin’ this door during biscuit time, huh?”
A/N: This is so random but I couldn't resist writing this and like we need more love for our FAV coaches ;'( (I also imagine the reader being like a little sister to them)
If anyone told you that you’d be on a field, far away from your old home to visit your two most favorite people ever… you’d probably believe them and ask that person to record it.
“Ted,” your voice echoes throughout the field. “Ted Lasso.” Your voice now echoing throughout the halls, nearly bouncing off the walls.
You pick the ball on top of your foot and kick it up into the air before catching it again. “Ted, Ted Lasso.” You start chanting his name with a sing-song pitch.
Ted furrows his brows, finally catching onto the noise. Whenever he gets the chance to call you, you always, ALWAYS sing it to cheer him up. “Coach?”
The redhead shrugs.
“Is that-”
“Willy, Willy Willouby Willis.”
The mustached man gasps. “Buttered biscuit.” He jumps out of his chair, Coach trailing behind him.
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“I can’t believe she made it.”
“I can’t believe she still stuck with Willouby,” the redhead adds solemly.
“Oh, come on, now Coach. It’s a term of endearment with her.”
“She says it with too much sass.”
You smile as you spot them coming out. “Ted Lasso and Willouby Willis.” You set the megaphone down and kicked the ball into the air before spinning as you hike your leg up before kicking it into the goal.
You turn your head, still laying on the ground. “Hey guys.”
Ted helps you off the ground before pulling you into a big hug as you haul Willis closer. “I’ve missed you guys so much.”
Thinking about Reader who has just totally dominated Ted for the night. His hairs a mess, the skin of his chest a blotchy red that spreads up his neck and into his cheeks.. throat dry from calling out for you for a solid hour or two.
Just teasing him, getting him all riled up and then leaving him hanging!!! Touching him all over, in places that haven’t been touched in a while (ted needs to get pegged it’s not up for debate). Ghosting your teeth over his nipples and giggling when he jumps !! Using a “you poor baby” voice and he just EATS. IT. UP.
“Just needed me t’touch you baby, huh?”
“mmm tell me how good it feels, Teddy. You like me touching you like this? So dirty, babe.”
coming home late from work to Ted with your baby girl perched on his hip while he whips up the newest "biscuits with the boss" batch, telling her everything he is doing as he does it, his voice going high on the most exiciting bits just so she'll giggle and try to climb up his body or reach for the bowl to have a taste. just standing by the kitchen entrance for a minute, observing them existing together and thinking about how silly you were to have gotten so nervous back when you found out about her...she fits right in, he loves her almost as much as henry loves being a big brother. you're okay.
Thinking about ted tying me up 😶 or ted laying on top of me. His slutty forearms and his strong thighs. Sigh.
horny ted thoughts
AN: Ooooo Ted laying on top of Reader gives me a thousand and one ideas so here's a little blurb.
Rating: Mature
Tags: prelude to sexual content, Ted Lasso's slutty forearms and strong thighs, Cuddling, Romance, nipple play
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It was well established in your relationship with Ted Lasso that your greatest joy was using the man as a pillow. Watching movies draped over his solid bulk like a blanket, resting your head on his thick thighs as you read a book, tucking yourself into his side to nap on train trips. And Ted seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did, constantly opening his arms for you and wrapping you in his embrace.
So when you saw Ted coming into the living room fresh from the shower, in short, plaid boxers and no shirt, his hair mussed, it was instinct for you to sit up on the couch and make room for him. It would be a pleasure to press against his warm skin, leave kisses over his freckled shoulders as you ignored whatever was happening on TV until he was worked up enough to carry you to the bedroom and fuck you silly.
But you smirked with a change of heart and reclined again, taking back the offered space. Ted tilted his head at you, curious.
"No, room in the inn?"
"Quite the opposite," you smiled, "come here." You held a hand out to him encouraging him to come over. Still confused, he lifted your legs and sat under your feet. "No come here," you tugged Ted by the hand towards you and he acquiesced, but hovered over you.
"I don't want to crush you, darlin'," Ted smiled a little bashfully but you only trailed your hands along his sides, shifting your legs to press your hips together encouraging him to relax further into you. You tucked his head under your chin and stroked his back with one hand, scratching gently against his scalp with the other.
"You're not going to crush me, I promise," you whispered gently, pressing soft kisses against his forehead. You tugged gently on Ted's hair, pulling his mouth to yours and he met you eagerly. The deeper the kiss, the more distracted he was from supporting his weight and the more your arousal increased as his heat pressed into you.
Ted was solid and dependable and it made you entirely too happy to hold him and caress him the way he so often did for you. He shifted his lower half, and it wasn't until he moved that you realized you'd been grinding against him. You couldn't help it. Your nails dug into his broad back and he moaned into your mouth.
You pulled away briefly, just to look at him and he looked back, eyes wide and lustful.
"What's gotten into you tonight, huh baby?" Ted said it with a small smile and you just shook your head slightly and smiled back.
"You always hold me, just thought it was about time I return the favor," you shrugged, and Ted kissed along your jaw and neck as you spoke.
"It's no favor to love you, baby, trust me." Ted reached for the buttons of your pajama top, teasing them open slowly and kissing every inch of exposed skin as he revealed it.
"Well in that case," you replied, your breath hitching as his mouth found your nipple, teasing it with his lips and tongue, "what do you see we move this to the bedroom and you can fuck me into the mattress?" Ted groaned, dropping his forehead to your chest, and you could feel his erection twitch against your thigh.
Roy/Jamie: S1 Slight AU where Jamie and Keeley were just friends. Jamie and Roy are the last ones at the training center one night. They get into another brawl and there's no one to pull them apart. The rage turns into passion. They end up having some of the best sex they've ever had. To complicate things further there may be some genuine shared feelings between them, beneath the bluster and hate. How would the rest of the series play out if Roy and Jamie fall for each other hard in S1?
If we're talking pre-transfer back to Man City, I think their relegation game would have gone a lot differently. They would have still gotten relegated, at Jamie's hand, but I don't think Roy would have run down Jamie the way that he did. Which is to say he wouldn't have had his injury that definitively pushed him to retire.
Jamie would have still made the pass that upset his father but this time he would have turned to Roy in the aftermath because now he actually has someone to talk to about it. During their off-season, Roy would have officially announced his retirement from football citing the fact that it was time, with Jamie encouraging Roy to coach for Richmond immediately, avoiding any storyline involving Roy as a pundit or as Phoebe's coach. Although I think there would have been plenty of Roy/leadership growth storylines involving Phoebe during season 2.
Jamie would have been massively anxious about returning to Man City the next season. But instead of breaking his contract to do a reality TV show, Roy, with the help of Rebecca, would have found a way to get Jamie transferred to a London based football team during the course of season 2 (not necessarily Richmond though).
The real question is would Jamie hit the same strides in personal growth that he did during the events of canon season 2? With no reality show and no personal rock bottom that would move him to ask Ted for a spot back at Richmond. I think Roy would see the positive affects of Dr. Fieldstone on the players and encourage Jamie to see a therapist of his own, as well as Roy seeing Dr. Fieldstone as well.
Once Jamie's worked through a lot of this own burdens and triggers with his dad, he finds himself around for some sort of Richmond celebration and the team sees how much of a different Jamie he is now than he was the season prior. I don't think Jamie would build the same level of friendships as he did with the team, but mostly because he wouldn't actually be on the team with them during the season.
I think the finale would end with Richmond getting promoted again and Jamie getting contracted with Richmond for the following season.
Can I ask for a drabble maybe either Ted or Roy kissing you at midnight on New Year's Eve? Maybe they're at a party or being the very attractive old men they are, you're already in bed and he wakes up, kissing you directly at midnight, whispering sweet words to you
Thank you so much. I love all your works <3
spending new year’s eve with a sleepy roy kent
“jesus christ…” you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes with a grin as roy snores loudly beside you in bed. he’d had a long day, and the moment his head hit the satin-soft pillow, he was out. and you let him. even though it’s new year’s eve, you know how hard he’s been working lately— he deserves the rest.
your fingers flip through the pages of your thriller, fully swallowed up by the intense storyline. occasionally, a flicker of colourful lights illuminates your shared bedroom, along with the sharp whistle of yet another firework exploding overhead. but just as it’s finally about to reveal the cold-blooded killer on page 429, a loud, grating sound blares from beside roy, making you yelp.
“what the fuck?!”
you check your watch. 12:00 a.m. on the dot. even more rainbow-coloured fireworks light up the night sky, nearly drowning out the piercing alarm coming from your boyfriend’s nightstand. roy grunts. he reaches for his vibrating phone and shuts it off in one swift motion.
“baby, what the hell? why would you—” roy sits up, cups your face in both hands, and presses a rough, lingering kiss to your lips. your tense body melts under his touch. after a few moments, he pulls back, brows knitted together in that classic roy kent way, but the corners of his mouth soften a little.
“that’s why.” he growls, voice rough and gravelly with sleep, giving you a nod before flopping back onto the pillow. you giggle, the book already long forgotten.
this was a ‘first pool day with ted and the team’ type deal but it quickly turned into its own fic. thanks anon!!
a/n: idk the word count and this was most definitely not proofread.
tw: alcohol/drinking but that’s it i think!!
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the team had settled on a beach day, apparently it had been a long time coming.
you and ted had a flirty, teasing relationship that had developed over the past few months and you were looking forward to his reaction of seeing you in your swimsuit.
keeley helped you pick out one that was a little showy but still tasteful, because at the end of the day you did still work with these people.
the trek down to the beach wasn’t bad, and everyone quickly claimed their loungers before heading into the water. ted obviously sat his stuff down next to yours in a heartbeat, which only boosted your confidence. you’d been bantering back and forth all morning, and it had reawakened that longing for something more deep inside you.
after he draped his towel over his chair he quickly got caught up in a conversation with beard and roy. behind him, you made small talk with keeley as you slid your cover up off and applied some sunscreen. ted didn’t miss the way beard and roy glanced over at you while they slightly drifted off from their conversation.
everyone knew ted had a thing for you, especially his fellow coaches, and they couldn’t wait to see his reaction at you in this deep burgundy string bikini. as soon as he turned around to see what caught their attention, you were moving towards him with a bottle of sunscreen in your hands.
“ted, can you get my back please?”, your smile almost made him faint. he couldn’t stop the way his eyes slowly flickered down your body as he sputtered, trying to remain respectful while falling victim to his mind’s instincts.
keeley had conveniently walked off to talk to a few of the players and helped them set up their beach volleyball game.
ted’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he cleared his throat, “oh- uh, yeah I can.. yeah.”
you slyly but your lip and watched him take the tube of sunscreen with shaky hands.
they trembled lightly against your skin as he brushed your hair to the side. you held back a shiver at the feeling, hoping he didn’t notice the goosebumps that scattered across your skin.
thankfully everyone else had seemed to drift into their own conversations as he worked the lotion into your back. he was uncharacteristically quiet, and seemed to rub it in for far longer than he probably needed to.
you didn’t dare say anything to him, but after a few more seconds he seemed pleased with his work. either that or he couldn’t handle having his hands on you any longer.
“there you go, angel.”, your cheeks flushed at the nickname he’d picked up over the past few weeks.
ted tossed the tube of sunscreen back into your bag, expecting you to run off to meet keeley. in an attempt to stop himself from scaring you off, he didn’t say another word and turned to find beard.
“wait, ted!”, he quickly turned around at the sound of your voice.
your heart pounded in your chest as you made a move on him. a small move, but enough to make you feel like you’re going to shit your pants nonetheless.
“you don’t- did you put sunscreen on yet?”
“uh, no.. i didn’t. usually just bypass it n’deal with the burn later.”
your eyebrows crinkled at him. “c’mere ted..”
there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be able to resist you calling his name like that.
you would’ve thought ted was just learning how to walk by the way he awkwardly stumbled towards you. wanting him to relax, you coaxed him to sit down.
“here, sit..”, he sat on the edge of the beach chair while you got on your knees behind him.
after his back was to you, he slipped his thin t-shirt over his head. you didn’t miss the way his biceps flexed as he pulled it off, and you definitely didn’t even try stopping your eyes from trailing over his broad shoulders. a deep blush spread across your cheeks as you imagined them towering over you.
sure, you had a hefty appreciation for them underneath his clothes, but now? it took all the strength you had not to press soft kisses to the light freckles scattered on his skin.
trailing your eyes down, there was no way you were going to look over his love handles. you knew he was kind of insecure about being a bit out of shape, but if he only knew how bad you wanted to grab onto him. they seemed perfectly molded for your hands.
before he could grow suspicious you cleared your throat and grabbed the tube of sunscreen.
you put a healthy amount of the sunscreen in your hands and rubbed it between your palms in an attempt to warm it up. still, when your hands made contact with ted’s shoulders, he jumped.
the sunscreen could’ve been boiling hot and he still would’ve jumped solely from the feeling of your hands on him.
your hand on his arm after a funny joke was already almost too much, but he was certain the feeling of your hands on his bare skin would bring him to an early death.
ted’s shoulders were still tense as you rubbed the sunscreen in.
“you okay, coach?”
“me? oh, uh- i’m good. m’fine ‘n dandy over here”, his awkward chuckle made your heart beat a bit faster.
even in the sweltering heat, you swore you felt goosebumps under your fingertips as they ran back and forth over his broad shoulders. mentally, you mapped out each little freckle, trying to commit it to memory.
moving your hands back towards his neck, you applied more pressure, “relax, ted..”
he was quiet now as he slowly relaxed his shoulders and let out the breath he was holding. the sunscreen had been rubbed in, at this point you were basically giving him a massage. thank god it was just the two of you, because surely one of the other coaches would’ve slid a knowing remark in somewhere.
the feeling of him just breathing underneath your bare hands had you feeling all fuzzy. by the time your hands got to his mid back, there was no more sunscreen.
you pulled away to get more, and if you listened close enough you swear ted whimpered at the loss of contact. he turned around but as soon as he realized you were just getting more, he settled. in the back of his mind he was hoping and praying you didn’t notice how desperate he seemed.
it’s not even that he was desperate, he was just desperate for you.
he let out another deep breath as your hands worked the muscles of his lower back, and you were so happy to see him finally relax.
“feel good, teddy?”
ah, there it was. the nickname you reserved for moments where you really wanted to tease him and see him blush. no matter how ted his cheeks got, he couldn’t deny that he loved it.
“y-yeah.. feels amazing, hun.”
now it was your turn to blush at the pet names. ted slowly slipped into the habit of calling you “hun” after finding you upset in your office after work one day. there was no doubt the coaches and team had picked up on it, but you were lucky enough that they didn’t say anything to your faces.
he didn’t want to stop calling you that. it was the closest he could get to doting on you. a nicknamed reserved for him to call you.
and you sure as hell didn’t mind. all you could manage back was a sweet hum and a tiny shuffle towards his back. ted leaned back ever so slightly in a poor attempt to meet you halfway.
before you could open your mouth, sam’s voice interrupted you.
“coach! do you want to come play beach volleyball with us?”
now, all eyes were on you and ted. well, most eyes.
“oh, uh.. sure thing, sam! be right there!”, he turned around after watching sam walk off.
“think i’m protected from the sun now?”, he teased with a smirk.
your chuckle made his heart pound as you replied, “for a little while at least. come back in about an hour though, yeah? don’t want you getting burnt.”
ted stuttered a bit at that. he was used to the light teasing and flirty banter, but definitely wasn’t used to the idea of someone taking care of him. not even someone wanting to take care of him. if he hadn’t already been in love with you before, he sure as hell would’ve been now.
his silence scared you, but luckily he spoke before you could sputter out an awkward apology.
“y-yeah, okay. better be waitin’ for me, missy.”, thankfully he turned away after winking at you because if not, he would’ve seen you internally combust.
you watched him walk away and bit your lip watching his calf muscles flex as he walked through the sand. the way his biceps flexed as he caught the volleyball almost made you moan. before you could get any further into your thoughts, keeley walked over with the cooler you two had packed.
“oooh, looking at your man, huh?”, her voice was cheeky as always. she sat in the chair beside you and tossed you a seltzer and a can holder to put it in.
“my man? yeah, okay.”
“oh, babe, stop that. i just watched you rub sunscreen on his shoulders for twenty minutes like you were in some porno.”
“that- he didn’t want to get sunburnt!”, your voice went up about four octaves.
“yeah yeah, whatever you say babe.”, she teased. you two got settled in the beach chairs and sipped on your drinks while you had some girl time.
keeley gave you the latest on her and roy while you both worked on a pretty strong buzz.
an hour and a half later, the buzz turned into being straight up drunk. keeley had you cackling at a well-timed sex joke before changing the conversation.
“ooh, y/n, look! here comes your work husband.”, although her voice was relatively quiet it suddenly seemed like she was screaming.
“keeley- what.. don’t-“
keeley giggled and relaxed back into her seat while you turned to face ted.
he looked like a dream walking towards you. a sheer layer of sweat had made its way to his forehead and shoulders, and his chest was heaving. you hadn’t really gotten a good look at his figure from the front until now, and being drunk made it so much worse.
dark hair was scattered across his chest and belly with some grey sprinkled in here and there. he wasn’t ripped, but was working the dadbod in all its fashion. those shoulders were just as broad from the front.
the sunglasses you were wearing were your saving grace, because you felt like a straight up perv the way you were basically eye-fucking him. you could only imagine what the hair across his belly lead to. does he keep it trimmed? does his-
your thoughts were interrupted once he got closer.
“hi ladies!”
“oh, hello ted! having fun yet?”, keeleys voice sounded so knowing. there was no way she didn’t sense you checking him out.
“oh yeah! that lil’ game we had goin’ on got me out of breath though. think i might go see what roy ‘n beard are up to in the water here in a second.”
your head was spinning as he sat down next to you on the edge of your chair. not only were you pretty drunk, but he was sitting so much closer than he was earlier. even the slightest touch of his thigh against yours had you dizzy.
“m’ready for my sunscreen now, madam.”, ted said cheekily. you drunkenly giggled at him and sat up to grab the sunscreen. with your movements being slightly hindered, you stayed sitting criss cross applesauce and just shuffled towards him. he turned his back to you as you got a handful of sunscreen.
keeley announced her plans of going to the bathroom before leaving the two of you alone.
without your filter to stop you, you blurted out, “i like your freckles, teddy.”
you couldn’t even regret it at this point.
“yeah? i honestly forget about ‘em. cant really see back there, ya know?”, ted laughed.
what he said was typically funny but your drunk mind found his words hilarious in the moment, and you couldn’t stop the giggles that left your mouth.
“what’s got you laughin’ like that, hun? s’it me?”, he sounded amused and you’re sure he had a smile to match his tone.
without thinking you let yourself lean forward and press your cheek to his back as you kept giggling. between the laughing and alcohol you couldn’t even find it in you to be embarrassed or pull away. it felt too nice, even with the greasy sunscreen. it was ted.
your hands had dropped down to his sides, but you didn’t pull them away. luckily, ted seemed to have the same idea. as you giggled away, he brought his hands down to cover yours and giggled with you.
ted had been dreaming of being this close to you for so long. so touch starved, but only for you. a swarm of butterflies fluttered around in his stomach as your eyelashes fluttered similarly against the skin of his back.
he didn’t move his hands even after your laughter died down.
“yeah, you’re pretty funny, teddy. jus’ a funny guy.”
he didn’t miss the way your words were slightly slurred as your spoke. you felt like a deer in headlights as he turned around.
“woah now, you okay there hun?”
cue the giggles again. “m’fine teddy. wait, turn around i think i missed-“
his hands grabbed at yours again, “promise?”. the crease in his eyebrows appeared when they furrowed. although you should’ve been responding, you found yourself even admiring the wrinkles on his face, sending you into another fit of giggles. you were so far gone for this man.
“yes, coach”, you huffed sarcastically with a fake salute.
ted laughed, a good belly laugh you always loved to hear, and turned around. he shook his head as he laughed, but it was full of admiration.
you lazily rubbed sunscreen into the places you previously missed and let out a yawn.
“tired?”
“mm”, you hummed, “just comfy”.
you let your hands fall softly to the skin above his waist as you scooted closer to him and pressed yourself against his back again. this time, it wasn’t just your face. after you got settled you had to basically wrap your arms around his middle with how close you were.
it didn’t dawn on you until now that keeley had been gone longer than expected, but you silently thanked her for giving you some alone time with ted.
you settled with one hand wrapped against his belly, and the other one resting against the back of his leg. one of his hands came up to hold yours that was pressed against him, silently keeping it there.
instead of speaking, you smiled a soft smile and nuzzled further into his back, knowing he’d understand the silent ‘i like this’.
you played with the fabric of his swim shorts where your hand was sitting behind his thigh, and your eyes fluttered closed against his back.
it felt like you were high, with the way your head was spinning and you were pressed up against ted. you could feel him breathing, feel his bare skin against your cheek. your senses were overwhelmed with him, and it was dizzying.
ted was in another world of his own. the way you softly nuzzled into his back after he held your arm to his abdomen was just the reassurance he needed. even in the heat, your warmth felt like heaven to him. the way your dainty fingertips played with his shorts almost had him squirming.
surprisingly, when keeley came back neither of you made an effort to move.
“wh- oh. welcome back to me”
ted was silent, but your giggles were enough of an answer for her. being the good friend she is, she silently sipped her drink and opened up her book. you knew she wasn’t reading, but you loved her even more for pretending to.
ted’s fingers had begun tracing over the skin of your hand, and you flexed your fingers into the skin of his belly. the hair was scratchy but his skin felt so soft. it was so him.
“coach!”, beard yelled from the water. you tensed slightly, but relaxed at the feeling of ted gently squeezing your hand.
beard had started his trek up to where you were sitting, and your heart leaped when ted made no attempt to move.
“do you…”, beard trailed off as he eyed ted before giving him a sneaky thumbs up. “..want to come check out the water?”.
this was code for: you need to come here and tell us all about this, and how we’ve been right.
“yeah, i’ll.. yeah.” ted seemed almost sad as he softly patted your hand that was still holding tightly to him.
“i’ll be there in a sec, beardo.”, ted gave beard a single nod before turning back to you.
that was code for: hold up, i cant leave it like this
you softly pouted at him without even realizing it. “m’gonna go see what they’re all about over there, hun. i’ll be back okay?”, his voice was soft and gentle as always. but now, it just felt a bit different. good different.
ted watched as your eyes trailed down to where he was still holding your hand.
“come back for more sunscreen, ‘kay?”
“what if I just wanna come see you?”
you felt like you were going to combust. right there on the beach in the public eye.
“mmm” you hummed contently, “i guess that’ll be okay.”. ted laughed at your sarcasm and gave your hand a squeeze.
“drink some water, darlin’. i’ll be back in a bit. holler if you need me, okay?”
you nodded up at him, “mkay, teddy.”. he stared at you with eyes full of adoration while he watched you settle back into your beach chair.
“keeley, make sure she gets some water, will you please?”
keeley gave him a very overdramatic salute, “sir, yes sir.” as he walked away, sending the two of you into a laughing fit.
once it died down, she turned to face you. “c’mon. you cant even deny it anymore!”
you smiled hard and giggled once more, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“teddy?”, she replied. “darling? he is totally your man.”
