#ted lasso oc

[nevermorianz]

I'm back with a fanfic idea and zero time to write it so if anyone likes it please feel free to use it!!

Rebecca Welton x oc fic inspired by Devil Wears Prada where a new intern starts or someone shadowing Rebecca or something idk and Rebecca can't stand her at first trying to make her job as difficult as possible (like she did with Higgins in s1) but despite themselves, they end up falling for each other. (Rebecca = Miranda, OC = Andy, Keeley = Emily, Ted = Nigel, etc)

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Ain’t This Life so Sweet

Chapter Seven

2.5k / ted lasso x f!reader / 18+

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🔮

‘Do you really think the pink over the red?’ Higgins asked, flustered as ever walking towards the office with you.

‘Trust me, whatever your gut is telling you about your wife, pick the opposite.’ 

Higgins hummed with consideration. 

‘Thank you for your help. Albeit mind blowing.’

‘Thank you for feeling like you can ask my opinion. I’m always here, friend.’

He blushed slightly, before patting your shoulder and half run/walking as Rebecca bellowed his name down the corridor.

You looked back to your phone, in a world of your own, almost falling as you went to push the door Ted was already holding open for you.

‘Good morning,’ you squeaked.

‘And very good it is.’ Ted tipped his cap, and you rolled your eyes smiling.

‘Oh yes, very good morning, you.’ Keeley piped up from her seat.

‘Yes Keeley, right you are indeed.’ Rebecca replied.

‘Whatever you two are doing, stop.’

‘And whatever you two are doing, please continue.’ Keeley snickered, as Rebecca held back her laughter too.

Keeley squealed, quickly tapping her heels on the floor, and gaining all composure when Ted walked back in the room.

He placed down a coffee your pink heart adorned mug, and casually walked off. 

‘Right piss off, go do some work.’ You whispered to Keeley.

‘Lunchtime in my office, be there or be talked about.’ Rebecca kissed your cheek goodbye, and you cuddled Keeley.

‘Bye bitches,’ Keeley sassed.

Caffeinated and feeling productive, an email popped up in the bottom corner of your screen. 

TED:

Can we schedule a meeting at 10:30am?

YOU:

Sure thing, Coach.

You gathered your notebook, post it and glasses. 10:29am, and Ted loved to spring a last minute brain storm on you.

‘Knock knock.’ You slowly opened the door.

‘Usually people knock first,’ Ted folded his arms, reclining slightly in his chair.

‘Well, I’m not people.’ You winked, straightening your dress and sitting on the sofa in his office. 

Ted smiled.

‘No, and people would not be able to help me now like you can.’

You crossed your legs, leaning forward curiously.

‘If you’re asking for advice on how to win the next match, I’m just going to say get the ball in the net.’

Ted smacked the desk with his hands ‘Hell now why didn’t I think to tell them that before?’

You jumped, falling back into the sofa in fits of laughter. 

‘You’re an idiot. Right before I accuse you of playing silly buggers on company time, how can I help?’

He beckoned you with his hand, with a secretive come here motion. You sighed, stood up and pretended to walk towards him unwillingly. You crouched down beside his chair, forearms rested on the desk. He pointed to a sticky note with the word ‘SATURDAY’ written on there on its own and underlined.

‘What’s happening Saturday?’

‘Team building, but that’s only for three hours so the rest is for you to decide.’

‘Coach Lasso, are you asking me to plan your Saturday or plan our Saturday?’

‘That’s what I was hoping you would help me with.’

You opened your mouth to say something, and Ted’s phone rang. 

‘Sorry darlin’, gotta take this.’ He moved your hair off your shoulder, fingers brushing against your neck.

‘Go do your dad duties, it’s all good.

You stood up, Ted’s eyes burning into your back as you walked away.

‘Hey Michelle, what’s up?’ Ted asked.

You closed the door delicately, blew a kiss through the window as Ted caught it and held it to his heart.

Ted didn’t come out of his office for the rest of the day. You resisted the urge to text, asked Beard questions about work that Ted only had answers too. 

5pm rolled around, and Ted had left at some point around lunchtime during your interrogation with Rebecca. 

You slowly packed up, taking longer than usual in hope that Ted would turn up for you to say good bye.

Ted was in the press room with Beard, figuring out how to organise his thoughts.

‘Yesterday was nice.’ Beard declared.

Ted smoothed his moustache, his hand lingering across his mouth. Trying to smile through the stress.

‘It was.’

‘Her family are wonderful.

‘They are.’

‘You liked her.’

‘I already liked her.’

‘You looked at her like she was the last pancake.’

‘Not true, because then I would’ve looked at her sad and disappointed.’

Beard tilted his head in agreement.

You took the long way to the station. You knew you hadn’t upset Ted, but the empty space left in his absence shone such a light on how he elevated every part of your day, and your day was dull without that.

Walking on the Thames, your phone buzzed. A wave of excitement crashed, anticipating it would be Ted.

NANNY🐆🫖💕

Ted left chrgr here. Telk that lovely broad Americab he’s welcome every Sunday.

Your phone almost got launched into the river.

You bit the bullet and texted Ted.

YOU

Nan said you left your charger at hers. I’m there on Thursday night, can pick it up for you. You’re invited too, but completely up to you. See you tomorrow xx

‘Way too many words,’ you muttered to yourself as you pressed send.

The next morning was slow. The coffee didn’t taste as good when you had to make it yourself.

Ted felt the same.

The cold of the football pitch hit him. He’d rather be in the office with the smell of vanilla and sound of your laughter.

‘You okay, Coach?’ Beard asked.

‘Henry stuff. Rough day yesterday.’

Beard didn’t pry anymore.

The players warmed up, and training started.

The sound of you laughing grabbed Ted’s attention. He turned behind him and looked up in the stands.

You were stood with Rebecca and a man who Ted did not recognise. 

You laughed again, both waving Rebecca off.

Ted hadn’t seen you shy, but if he were to put a name to your body language, shy would be it. It sparked something.

He watched as you nodded your head then pointed down to Ted, smiling softer and giving a little wave.

‘That’s just a sports writer.’ Beard said.

‘Yeah I know.’ 

‘You look concerned.’ 

‘I’m just being nosey.’

‘Hmm.’

‘Good morning.’ Ted called to you from up the stairs.

‘It’s 4:27.’ 

‘I know but I didn’t get to say it this morning.’

‘All okay?’

‘Yes it’ll be fine. Thanks for asking. You okay ,darlin’?

‘I’m good,’ you held up a stack of papers, ‘Busy.’

‘Oh so your giggling had a purpose.’

You raised an eyebrow and folded your arms.

‘Go on…’ you waited for Ted to dig himself out of that one.

He shook his head.

‘I was laughing. And team building is all sorted. So you’re welcome.’

‘And what are we doing after that?’

‘Oh you want there to be an after that?’ You pushed.

‘Heck yeah. Let me know your final thoughts on Thursday.’

‘Thursday?’

‘Yeah, when I drive us back home from your Nan’s.’

‘So you did see my text?’

He pointed a finger at you, ‘It’s a date and as always, I’ll call you tonight.’

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ted: So… what’s goin’ on?

maisie: You want the long version or the short version?

ted, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

roy: Shit’s fucked.

ted: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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Number five for the intro list game? <3

Meet Alfred James “Alfie” Fredericks (he/him, Kit Connor fc, Ted Lasso OC)! Shortly before the beginning of s3, Ted, Beard, and Richmond signed up and coming talent Alfred Fredericks. They just hadn’t realized that Alfie Fredericks was 17, not even old enough to drink yet… and completely alone. He’d been orphaned at the age of 10 and had since sunk his grief and misplaced guilt into a fervor for football. When Ted discovers this fact, he makes the impulsive decision to give Alfie his spare bedroom. And suddenly, Ted is realizing just how much he needs to be there for Henry.

send numbers 1-19 and i’ll introduce new ocs/plot bunnies/redesigns

(tagging @dancingsunflowers-ocs who also asked for number 5!)

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15 PRIDE MOODBOARDS FOR THE LAST 15 DAYS — 3/15

Day Harvington (Ted Lasso) is bisexual and polyamorous!

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tagging @arrows-unofficial-ocs.)

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Plot Bunnies: Blair Tartt

Being Jamie Tartt’s twin sister meant putting up with his shenanigans more than anyone else. (Though Roy Kent may have begged to differ.)

Blair also had to put up with their alcoholic, asshole father’s shenanigans as well.

The men in her life kept her on her toes constantly.

Things take a more positive spin with AFC Richmond has major shakeups in ownership- resulting in Blair snagging a job as a personal assistant- and coaches.

Life starts to become particularly sweet, even with more of men’s mischievous nonsense to deal with. (This time, Blair’s all the more willing.)

Especially when one particular Dutchman joins the team and Blair catches his eye.

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Rowan Allenski is the newest Director of Communications for the AFC Richmond team by Rebecca Welton as a last ditch attempt halfway through Ted’s first year as coach (after s1 ep6) to bring the team to victory.

AN: sorry getting super hyperfixated on this and having so much fun making instagrams, texts, and outfits. There’s gonna be a lot :3