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Ain’t this Life So Sweet

Chapter Three

5k / ted lasso x f!reader /minors dni

The door is left ajar, and Ted starts to notice the ember glow through the crack. Warm and radiant, inviting and safe and space for

him to make a home. The door is tough, heavy and the opening times are few and far between. When he watches the way you move in that room, he knows exactly where he wants to put down roots.

‘Soulmate is too soft a word for the string that tied my heart to yours’

CONTENT: Ted is the same character as the show, reader is an East London/just outside of London girly, also she is the founder of the Richmond Foundation, who is the charity that gives back to the community. Age gap, or not, completely up to you (I am writing with one but it isn’t the focus of the plot), Beard is still a strange little endearing man, Ted is our observant, sexy moustached lil stud. Not sure where I’m going with this, but I need to get it out of my brain. Hope you enjoy angel muffins. 

If any readers from outside England need help deciphering the British culture, my door is open🔮

6:30am, Saturday. Your alarm blared, startling you from your deep sleep. You always slept with the windows wide open, and noticed today was particularly fresh.

The sun started to rise, casting a golden hue through your lilac voile curtains. You smiled. You felt light, and happy. And a feeling in your stomach, that hadn’t been felt for so long, whirled like the start of a tornado. You thought, it couldn’t be, butterflies? Or just excitement for your hard work to come to fruition.

6:31 - TED:

Howdy, camper. Just checking you didn’t get nabbed by the london underground people. 

You audibly laughed. ‘Idiot’ you thought yourself .

6:32 - YOU:

I’m safe, appreciate the concern. Not sure if I’ve escaped a hangover or still buzzing.

6:33 - TED:

Tell me how you like your coffee, if it goes down well when you get to work, I’d say you’re fine and dandy.

6:34- YOU:

Sweet and syrupy. And in a bucket.

6:35 - TED:

Now I thought you were talking about me until you mentioned a bucket.

6:36- YOU:

If you were sweet, you’d know to not talk to me at least an hour after I’ve woken up😋🫶🏼x

You smiled, pulse quickening slightly. Mirroring exactly what Ted was doing from his office. 

‘Why do you look like that?’ Roy asked, concerned.

‘How now, Mr Kent?’ Ted replied.

‘You’re blushing at your phone like a 13 year old girl.’ 

Ted smoothed over his moustache with the palm of his hand, wondering how he’s going to get out of this one,

He just laughed, huffed but not in a bad way.

Roy looked at him, understandingly and didn’t press anymore. Though he knew.

You jumped in the shower, washed your long hair and scrubbed off the sleep. Although February, it was still Christmas to you until the temperature reached over 18 degrees.

You reached for your favourite vanilla shower gel after rinsing out your hair and steadying yourself after having the water a bit too hot.

You sighed, feeling refreshed and still jittery. Today was casual, but you still wanted to feel put together, and your favourite way to start was smelling nice. You layered a gradual tan with cocoa butter, and sprayed a body mist followed by your perfume then shrouded yourself in your pink dressing gown.

It was now a bit after 7am, so you ate some breakfast, then sat by the floor length mirror in the corner of your spare room which doubled as a dressing room and put on your makeup before picking your clothes. 

It was meant to rain by lunchtime- obviously. So you opted for ribbed, seamless taupe leggings, fluffy socks with khaki wellies. The train was a sauna, so you picked a white t-shirt bodysuit, and an oversized khaki bomber jacket.

The trains were quiet and calm; anyone with a right mind did not have a job that involved working Saturdays.

Opening your laptop, you sat back making full use of the seats either side of you and checked your calendar and to do list.

Somehow making it through the journey without napping, the tube pulled into Richmond. You flapped around making sure you had everything and hopped out the carriage onto the station.

You looked up, and there Ted was holding two drinks in his hand. 

He had been on the platform for eight minutes and seven seconds, having already watched the arrival and departure of three trains before yours. 

He tried to give himself an excuse. He got ready earlier than he expected, and if he sat on his sofa waiting to leave, he’d fall back to sleep. The line in the coffee shop would be really long, so he wanted to beat the rush. The trains were unpredictable, so he wanted to be ready in case you were running late. His excuses still circled back to you.

It was unlike you, but you were truly lost for words.

‘I could so get used to this’ you squealed.

He laughed, handing you the drink in exchange for your bags.

‘Maybe we’ll have to call this our match day tradition.’

‘You’d be training those boys for a match everyday if that’s so, Coach.’

He smiled, forcing his gaze away whilst you strolled back to the office. 

‘Good morning?’ You asked.

The winter air nipped at your cheeks, leaving them a brighter shade of red than they were before. Your lips felt like they weren’t moving when you talked, and your fingers burned against the hot cup of hot chocolate. 

Ted watched you lift the collar of your coat to shield your face. The back of his fingers barely brushed your cheek, as he frowned.

‘You’re colder than a moonwalk.’ 

You cackled, and before you could protest, he unwound his Richmond scarf off and placed it around your neck. 

‘Ted-‘

‘No ma’am, I insist.’

He wrapped it around, then loosened it slightly, knuckles grazing your jawline. Your stomach flipped, and you looked up at him. He took a slow breath.

You looked down, scared to speak or say thank you in case you embarrassed yourself. 

‘It is now, ‘ he yawned back to you.

‘Someone over indulge last night?’ You nudged into him gently.

‘Indeedly, alcohol that tastes like juice is not a friend you need.’

You laughed, as he shuddered with an afterthought of the night before, and how the room seemed to spin long before he even laid down in bed. 

The warm air from the heated changing rooms blasted your face, Ted hung your bag up on the spare hook by the door, and you both waited for a few moments whilst Roy purged of all the profanity built up in the couple of hours he had been awake for. 

He turned to you both, ‘Continue.’ he said, frown dropping to a less severe version, which you had learned was his way of smiling at you.

‘Morning boys. Glad to see some of you made the effort,’ you jeered, ‘Any questions about charity, come to me. I’ll be in my office. Any questions about anything else, no thank you.’

The room fell quiet, with the exception of their brains ticking. 

‘Press room in 2 hours, thanks kindly babies!’

You walked out, blowing kisses to everyone, including Ted, who winked back. 

‘I saw that,’ Beard whispered, creeping up behind Ted over his shoulder.

‘Southern hospitality, good sir.’ He nodded.

1pm came around, and the morning had been flat out. Players asking the nicest way to essentially ask people for money, Ted catching your eye every time he walked past, and Roy making you jump out your skin when he bellowed ‘FUCK’ every so often.

You prepared to talk to some local gazettes about the fundraiser and the good cause behind it, and how people could help.

The weather had taken a turn for the worst and the fresh winter morning changed to a wet, muddy wash out. 

You snuggled up, keeping Ted’s scarf close still, and very aware that it now smelt like vanilla with a hint of his aftershave. 

You reached up, stretching out to relieve your back from the ache of your poor posture.

You packed your stuff up and looked over to check Ted and Beard were still with you.

Ted was sat down, legs crossed up on the desk, on Facetime to Henry. 

His smile dropped slightly when the call ended. This was one of the few times you had seen him vulnerable, and sad. Just when he thought no one was watching.

Your throat dried. 

You stood up from your desk, headed over to Beard and Ted’s office, and poked your head round the door to see if they were ready to head down.

‘It’s pissing it down guys, just to let you know.’ 

Ted was about to stroll out in just his shirt, and Beard was still wearing his socks and sliders. Shameful, really. 

They stopped, waiting for you to see where you were going with that. 

You gestured to their coat stand and Beard’s shoes.

‘Gotcha.’ Ted nodded.

‘Hey, Coach, can I talk to you?’ You asked.

Beard patted your head, and you squished his cheeks with one hand. 

‘Are you okay?’ You asked.

‘Sure, am. Tired.’ 

‘Wish Henry was here, hmm?’ You asked,

‘Every minute of every day.’ He looked to the floor.

‘Can I do anything to help?’

‘I’ll be okay, I’m sure you’ll manage to cheer me up soon enough.’

You squeezed his hand, lingering a second longer than you had to.

You headed downstairs, checked on the boys in the changing room and thanked them for all their hard work, giving them a quick squeeze and kiss on the cheek as they walked past outside the changing room. 

You folded your arms and sighed at the mess left behind.

‘Fucksake.’ You sighed, taking your coat off but leaving the scarf. 

You quickly swept round the room, humming a song. Ted sauntered past, then appeared by the door frame, leaning against it watching you float about and your hips sway. You muttered to yourself, hanging up their coats, returning socks and gloves to their other halves and refilling water bottles. Just a small gesture to make their lives a little easier- as if they didn’t have it easy already. 

You turned to get your coat by the door, startled at seeing Ted watching you. He’d never seen you in something as casual, and somehow that made you even more breath taking.  His knees threatened to buckle at the at your top clinging to an imprint of lace across your chest, in a top that was cut a bit lower than he was used to. 

‘Hey.’ 

‘Hey.’ He replied, breathless.

‘Come on.’ Your hand brushed his, as you walked past. 

There was a group of tiny children, who were waiting to walk out with the players. 

You kneeled down with them.

A little girl with beautiful brown curls clutched her teddy bear, as her bottom lip started to tremble. 

‘Hey, hey. What’s wrong, poppet?’ You whispered, pitch a tiny bit higher than normal.

‘I’m scared.’ She whimpered.

‘Oh, honey. We all get scared sometimes. Do you know something?’

A little boy nudged in a little bit closer to her, she nodded.

‘Coach Lasso has a son a little bit older than all of you. I’m sure he gets scared, but I know Henry is going to watch and know you guys are doing such a great job.’

You reached for the bow in her hair, straightening it delicately. 

‘I get scared all the time. I’m sure Henry gets scared sometimes too. And so does Coach Lasso, and even silly Coach Beard. I’m scared before every match, too. But being scared isn’t a bad thing. It means you get to be even braver than you usually are. And all your friends here will help you. And I’ll be there too.’

She wiped a tear with the back of her hand, nodding and smiling bashfully. 

You stood up, towering over them even though you were only small in stature. You held her hand, rubbing the back with your thumb. 

Ted and Beard watched, as the children took it in turns to either cuddle or high five you, some almost knocking you back with their ferocious cuddles. 

‘Ready team?’ You asked, trying to shake their nerves, and Ted listened for the grin in your voice. 

Richmond unfortunately lost the match, but the crowds were still as busy as a league game. The mascots travelled round collecting loose change, shareholders of the club signed cheques and the journalists published updates to all their followers. 

A pretty successful day. 

The rain was still torrential, and the temperature dropped again. You stood by on the steps, by the doors that lead to the back ways of the stadium. Observing everyone going back to the lives. Mothers zipping up their children’s coats, Fathers bending down to pour the water out of wellies, and Ted looking round to try and find you in amongst the chaos.

He spotted you, and he chuckled to himself, watching how the rain was truly your enemy. He saw the way your face screwed up as your tried to see through the mist, and the way your baby hairs curled slightly at the nape of your neck as they got wet because they didn’t reach into your ponytail.

Your eyes scanned and found him too, both searching for eachother within the chaos of the day, without even realising you were doing so. 

He was stood with Beard, debriefing about the day. He tapped the side of Beard’s arm, and gestured away. Beard turned, you waved and he pointed up at you, before flipping you off. 

You did it back, a small inside joke, that was actually a declaration of adoration. 

Ted headed up the stairs to you.

‘Raining sideways, ain’t it.’

‘It’s raining for sure ma’am. Sideways?’

You pointed up to the floodlight.

‘Sideways.’ 

‘Now isn’t that something.’

‘Don’t tell me you never noticed before?’ You acted shocked. 

‘Nope, back home it goes straight to tornadoes.’

‘Oh Jesus.’

He laughed. 

He didn’t want to watch from the sidelines anymore.

He wanted to be on the field with you.

And he hoped it would never stop raining, just so he could think of you when he looked up at the streetlights.

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Ted Lasso Tickle HC's

Ok, fine. I wasn't in the mood to write a whole fic so here are some headcannons I spent an embarrassing amount of time on lol. Let me know what you think/if you have any headcannons I didn't include

Spoilers for the show Ted Lasso. Not too many I don't think but enough for me to put a warning. Sorry for the formatting I couldn't figure out how to do bullet points on only part of the post.

Jamie Tartt

Such a fucking lee it's not even funny

My touch-starved baby

Always after attention, no matter what kind

Dr. Sharon helps him unpack this and channel his need for attention into more positive behaviors like making people laugh, doing small kind things for others, etc

The team accepts Jamie back as a teammate after the Dubai Air protest. But they start actually liking him as a friend once they figure out how ticklish he is. 

In the later seasons, winds Roy up on purpose cause he knows it will end with him howling on the floor with Roy spidering over his ribs mercilessly

Whenever Jamie’s being a prick without getting the signal first, someone on the team will trap him in a bear hug and claw at his tummy

It’s really hard to be mad at Jamie when he’s being held up by a teammate, cackling after his legs gave out after a few pokes

The only one brave enough to poke the bear that is Roy Kent (other than Keeley)

It never ends well for him

Or does it?

Worst spots are ribs and hips

Light bicep tickles als get him really bad, but really only Keeley knows this

Roy Kent

Holy shit

Do NOT piss this man off, he will wreck you

Early in their relationship he would try and tickle Keeley. That stopped pretty quick when he realized Keeley dished it out ten times worse

The only people who know how ticklish he is are Keeley, Jamie, Phoebe, Phoebe’s mom (does she have a name in cannon? Idk) and, oddly, Coach Beard

And he has threatened all of them in order to make sure it stays that way

Roy has no idea how Beard knows and that scares the shit out of him

Beard says that Roy just looks ticklish. Really he was in the office late one night when Keeley came to pick Roy up and saw him jump a foot in the air when she dug a finger into his armpit

Knows that Jamie sometimes riles him up. He lets him because somewhere he knows that Jamie needs this. Also it is quite satisfying. Even better than taking a swing at him to be honest.

Worst spots are under his arms, his neck, and light tickles behind his knees on good days

Keeley Jones

Queen of the lers

Her nails should be classified as weapons

Roy and Jamie both know this

They also know the other one probably knows this. They never talk about it.

She’s the one who let Jamie’s ticklishness slip to Roy

Will let Roy or Jamie get a few pokes in but quickly turns the tables

Rebecca is the only one who knows about the spot being her ears

Colin Hughes

Will absolutely shout, “For Wales!” before pouncing on someone, regardless of whether or not the preceding conversation had anything to do with Wales

His shoulder blades are a death spot

Anything lighter than a firm pat on the back will make his shoulders shoot up to his ears

One of the only people who is allowed to tickle Isaac with few to no repercussions

Generally prefers being the ler, he got enough experience being a lee when he was growing up

Dani Rojas

Sunshine golden retriever man

Loves making people laugh

Will coo at his teammates in Spanish while he tickles them

That’s actually how they find out that Jamie’s been trying to learn Spanish for Dani to make him less homesick. Dani teases him lightly while spidering over his sides, and Jamie BLUSHES hard cause he can actually understand ¾ of what Dani’s saying. Dani tickles him more often after that as a thank you

Sam Obisanya

Ticklish just about everywhere

Doesn’t mind being tickled

Very persuasive - will easily convince people that a certain player needs to be tickled

That makes him dangerous

Excellent reader of people - was the first person to realize that Jamie likes being tickled

Isaac McAdo

Quite a tickle monster in the early seasons

After he becomes captain, is more reserved and conscious that the other guys look up to him

If he ever gets too in his head, Colin is more than happy to bring him back to earth

Also sometimes resorts to tickles to keep the other guys in line

Will sneak in neck and ear tickles to each guy’s haircut every season

Jan Maas

The absolute best at teasing but only because he’s so naturally blunt and honest

“This spot is much worse than your sides.”

“You are very ticklish. Does it ever become a problem?”

“Are we supposed to pretend that we don’t know you are enjoying this?”

“You squirm as if you want to get away, but you do not push away my hands.”

“You are a professional footballer, it would be very easy for you to get away.”

He strikes me as someone who just isn’t ticklish, which Jamie whines is unfair

Coach Beard

Knows where everyone is ticklish and is super scary about it

Rarely actually tickles people. Its bad enough that they know that he could. The one exception is Ted, who he tickles all the time when they’re alone/don’t have an audience, with a completely straight face

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