I’m not quite sure WHAT this is. Just a small snippet I guess…
“Y/n, you are beautiful.” Rebecca whispered against the my neck, her hips pressing against my backside, trapping trapping me against the bathroom sink. I put my hands on the porcelain sink, trying to brace myself. I tilted my head to the side, trying to give Rebecca better access, letting out a small moan.
“Rebecca-“ Hands worked themselves up my front, gripping my breasts through the dress. “Fuck.”
“I could barely think straight tonight because of this fucking dress. And then you go and..,” Rebecca sucked that one spot on my neck that always had me wanting more. She sucked hard enough that she knew she would leave a light mark. Now I have to wear a damn turtleneck the rest of the week. “…You slip me your panties? You’re lucky I didn’t grab you right there and make everyone watch.”
I sucked in a deep breath at her words, pressing my thighs together and attempting to grind on Rebeccas front. Rebecca’s hand left my breast and grabbed my hair, my hair that was so perfectly curled that night. She let a hand run through the curls and wrapped it around her hand, yanking it back making me let out another small moan as I raised my head, making eye contact with her through the bathroom mirror. “You have everyone here thinking you’re some innocent and sweet girl.”
“I am.” I remarked cheekily; smirking as Rebecca raised her brows. She looked so sexy like this, taking control. I loved it when she took control. “I’m your sweet girl.” I could visibly see Rebecca inhale; trying to control herself. Her hand let go out of my hair, slowing running her hand down to my waist before turning me over harshly. Her hand grabbed my neck softly, her fingers not pressing, just simply holding me in place.
“You are, aren’t you? My girl.” She whispered it softly, her lips grazing mine. That damn accent had me like putty in her hands. I could feel myself dripping on my thighs, with the lack of panty barrier. I wanted to go home. I wanted to leave the pub and take Rebecca home and let her do whatever she wanted to me. We weren’t exclusive. Hell, we weren’t even a couple, but god. I’d do whatever she wanted right now.
“Maybe.” My hands reached around rebecca, grabbing a handful of Rebecca’s ass, squeezing it roughly. “Or maybe im Jamie’s sweet girl….or Keeley is pretty cute, you think?”
“They couldnt handle you.” That was true.
“And you can?” Rebecca chuckled, letting her fingers graze my lips momentarily before slipping her fingers into my mouth. I immediately worked my tounge around her fingers, sucking, my mouth hallowing around Rebeccas fingers.
“Baby…” Rebecca smiled sweetly, too sweet and innocently for a woman with her fingers in someones mouth. “I think it’s time we call it a night and head back to mine, don’t you think?”
The door is left ajar, and Ted starts to notice the ember glow through the crack. Warm and radiant, inviting and safe and a 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🔮
‘Fucking stop clicking that pen.’ Roy grunted from his chair.
‘Oh sorry ‘bout that buddy. I just have real bad second date nerves.’
Beard and Roy looked at each other, then glared at Ted.
‘Well not second date. It’s not really a date. it’s more a second pre-date. Y’all know what I mean. Carry on.’
A smug look washed over Roy’s face.
Beard reciprocated this and nodded slowly in approval.
‘And I mean it’s not a date if only one person considers it a date.’
‘Would you like one of my spies to find out if the second person is considering any part of your week a date?’
‘Absolutely not.’ Ted said firmly, whilst nodding his head.
You stuck your head round the door of the office.
‘Roy, is Isaac and Colin free to speak to a journalist on Saturday after team-building, please?’
‘They will be for you.’
‘Charmed. Thanks, love. Coaches.’
Your cheeks flushed crimson, as you tried to avoid Ted catching whiff of the excited puppy energy.
‘Girls, I think me and Ted are spending Saturday together.’ You chain-drank 2 cups of builder’s tea.
‘Hmm. Spending Saturday together, or is it a date?’ By spies, Roy meant Keeley who wasted no time giving Roy what he needed.
Rebecca clasped her hands together and rested her chin upon them, ‘That is the crucial part, little miss Jones.’
‘Well, Miss Welton, Miss Jones. He hasn’t asked me officially. He asked me to help plan the day which I’m doing team building then he said the rest is for me to decide. I just don’t want to plan some romantic dinner and decide it’s a date.’
Keeley and Rebecca took mental notes. Operation Get Ted Dating had officially begun.
‘Hmm. And if he asked you on a date?’ Keeley carried on digging.
‘Well obviously yes. We’re seeing my nan again tonight. He’s driving.’
Three sets of eyes lit up, and you all squealed in unison.
‘Shit, gotta go. Sam’s asked for Friday affirmations so I gotta go draft these emails real quick. Bye honeys. Frazzled Friday tomorrow, be there or be square bitches.’
You blew a kiss. One to Rebecca, one to Keeley, and one to Higgins who had zoned out the first time date was mentioned.
‘Ready?’ Ted hovered by your desk for at least forty seconds before being able to get the words out.
‘Yes love, just 2 seconds, need to send the boys some words of wisdom to perk up their Friday morning.’
‘Can those words be two sprays of aftershave is sufficient?’ Ted laughed.
‘I’ll deliver that suggestion gently. But delivered it will be,’ you threw your bag over your shoulder, before Ted put his hand out to carry it.
‘One day, I would love to see what comes in the emergency pouch.’
‘You’ll rue the day you asked that.’ You winked.
You brushed Ted’s hand as you gave him your bag. Ted looked at you, face softening as he inhaled. He put your bag on his shoulder, hand searching for yours again and he wrapped his pinky finger around yours.
‘Let’s go.’
You were slightly lost for words, as the echoes of Keeley and Rebecca swirled in your head. They’d be screaming if they could have seen that.
Neither of you said a word walking to Ted’s car. Not awkward, not uncomfortable, but peaceful. Cherishing every moment of it just being you two and holding hands with no other noise
He opened the door for you, you slid in comfortably, the passenger seat not moved an inch since you had last been in there.
‘Heated seat?’
‘You never have to ask that question.’You poked his shoulder.
He nodded, pressing the button in the centre console.
‘Remember we drive on the left,’ You poked again, switching the radio to connect to your phone, ‘Let me know if you appreciate the sweet sounds of UK Garage on a Thursday evening.’
‘Sweet baby Jesus,’ Ted blew through his lips, shaking his head. He started to notice the more nervous he appeared, the more your sing like no one can hear side came out.
‘It’s the law that you can’t celebrate your fifth birthday here unless you successfully learn the words to at least five Craig David songs.’
‘Hey that’s one for every year you’ve been alive right. Makes sense.’
He patted your thigh, laughing with you as he drove 5 miles below the speed limit instead of taking the long way round.
You dug through your bag, finding your spare key and let Ted through.
‘Mummy? Nan?’ You shouted through.
‘Hey what about your old Grandad?’ He appeared through the hallway, shaking Ted’s hand and bringing him in for a hug before kissing and squeezing you.
‘Yes, yes, hi Grandad. Nanny has Ted’s charger. We’re just doing a flying visit.’
‘Good game on Sunday, Ted. Will you be watching?’ your Grandad asked.
‘I certainly will. I’ll get this one to figure out where and with who.’
Again, you were lost for words.
‘Jesus, he’s more at home than me. 12pm, my house, Sunday. Bring your own wine and bring me extra.’
2 cups of tea, one decaf coffee (Ted got the shakes if he had caffeine after 12pm) and somehow one Sunday that turned into you hosting later, and Ted had got his charger, you had said your goodbyes and you were finally able to decompress from chaotic energy.
‘Hungry?’ He asked.
‘Always.’
‘Drive through?’
‘You read my mind Coach.’
10 minutes later, 3 playlist changes and 1 unanimous decision on what was for dinner, you were queuing at McDonald’s.
Ted handed you the paper bags of food.
‘Ted my phone fell down the side, can you see if you can reach it?’
Ted leant forward, hand rummaging under the seat. You lunged forward out of your seat and tapped on the card reader.
‘You are bad.’
‘You drove, my treat.’
‘The treat is your company. Now tell me, what do you call those over here?’ He pointed vaguely out of your window as you turned your head, pulling your glasses out of your bag.
‘What are you on about? It’s an empty field.’
‘Rule number one. Never get distracted when holding dinner.’
‘Idiot’ you laughed, smacking his thigh playfully.
‘You wanna finish your drink up at mine? Or do you want to leave it half full to fester in the car for a week because you forgot to take it in when you got home?’ You teased, fingers crossed out of sight, in hope he’d say yes.
‘I could do with a leg stretch I suppose.’
‘Well then, my sofa is perfect for Sprite sipping and leg stretching.’
You led Ted up the stairs to your apartment. It was a small block, only 18 flats in two blocks, but you loved the cosiness and safety.
‘This is me.’
The smell of burnt out incense drifted under the door, and your home glowed amber.
He slipped his shoes off, chuckling to himself at the size difference in your heels and his trainers.
You drew black curtains across the french doors leading out to your balcony, Ted watching as you floated around your apartment lighting candles and switching on lamps.
‘I like your lair.’ Ted smiled, trying to peek around corners and see through cracks in doors.
‘Thank you. You’re lucky if you escape alive.’ You winked. Creeping closer to Ted, he swatted away at you.
‘Now don’t tease me with a good time.’
‘Come sit, I’m sure something about a police chase or overrun A&E will be on soon.’
He joined you, legs spread in true manly fashion, and arm rested over the back of the sofa.
Minutes felt like seconds, and you slowly sunk back into the sofa. Ted tapped his leg, before inviting you with his hand as he tapped your ankles. You swung your feet up, and he rubbed them gently over your grey kitten print socks.
‘I think Thursdays are my new favourite day.’ Ted sighed.
‘Oh yeah?’
‘Yeah, as long as we keep finding excuses to spend them together.’
You tilted your head, half smiling as if to say, that was so cheesy but I love it.
The end credits to a not so cheery police documentary rolled, and you were both unfortunately aware of the time.
‘You and the boys going for drinks tomorrow?’
‘Are you going to be there?’ Ted asked, holding your hands in his now.
‘Of course, wouldn’t miss fucked up Friday for the world.’
‘Then of course I’ll be there. Just make sure the hangover’s cleared for date night.’
‘Mr Lasso,’ you blushed, ‘are you asking me on a date?’
‘Only if you’re going to say yes.’
‘Of course I’ll say yes. I can’t wait.’
You wrapped your arms round his neck, cuddling him tight. He hugged you back, hand in the small of your back, and breathing in the perfume from behind your ear.
He kissed your forehead.
‘I’ll see you in the morning.’ he waved, as you opened the front door for him.
‘Bye, handsome.’ You teased.
You collapsed in a pile on the floor behind the closed door. Head in the clouds, you replayed every moment your heart nearly burst out of your chest.
Older boyfriend Ted Lasso who’s young of mind and heart, but not so much of… well, the rest of him.
His back hurts all day if he sleeps the wrong way, he has a crick in his neck more often than he doesn’t, his knees absolutely kill him after a long practice, and he has a hard time reading anything on his phone unless he’s holding it at arm’s length from his face and squinting at it.
Ted’s age is not lost in him. Hell, he’s 50 years old, and he’s not in denial, he’s embraced aging just as he has all the wonders of life. He just has one small problem.
He cannot keep up with you, and he hates it.
You’re so absolutely smitten with him, as he is with you, and it seems like you want to be wrapped around him at every given opportunity. That aspect of it, he loves.
He gets it, he’s been your age before— I mean, that was nearly three decades ago but still, he’s had the experience— and if it were up to him, or if he were 15 years younger, he’d have you just as often as you want him to, but the version of Ted you landed has a box of nasal strips on his bedside, and is certainly only months away from needing a pill organizer.
He loves your body more than anything in this world. Every curve, every edge, all your strongest features, all the ones you’re insecure about. He has assured you time and time again that no matter the reaction his body has (or doesn’t have), he’s absolutely enamored with every inch of you.
As much as you want him, he craves to give himself to you twice as much, but he can only get it up so often, and his hands are rough and calloused and already mildly arthritic.
He beats himself up constantly for not quite being able to run at your pace, but the good coach Ted Lasso has always had a wondrous way of finding the silver lining behind every dark cloud in sight.
He so badly wants to give you what you want. For you, of course, but for his own selfish reasons as well. He loves the way you look when he’s taking you apart, all the pretty faces you make, the dirty sounds that fall from your lips, his name on your tongue over and over and over again. Ted’s a humble man, but he knows well what he does to you, and witnessing it in real time really blows his head up.
He brags about it like an egotistical asshole. Only ever to you, and usually while he’s amidst the process of doing the very thing he’s bragging about. That’s how Ted comes to realize that there’s one muscle of his that runs constantly without ache and seems to never require a cool down.
His mouth. And by god does he have a firm handle on how to put it to good use. A lot.
One he realizes just how often he can put it to use, you nearly can’t keep up with him. It’s like you find yourself hoisted onto a counter top every time you turn around. Or pushed flat on his desk, or pulled to the end of the mattress by your ankle. He’s absolutely starving for it, constantly.
More often than not, you find yourself with your legs thrown over his shoulders and your hands tangled in his hair while he cradles the back of your thighs, and he starts so dreadfully slow. He’ll start at your neck, kissing from rhat sensitive spot under your ear down to your chest, his mustache tickling when he nips at your belly and over your hip. He’ll work around your thigh, kissing, biting, leaving little yellowish-pink love marks behind before doing the same to your other thigh.
When he finally finds purchase between them, he’s not easily removed. It’s like he can go for hours. In fact, he has. He doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied with the babbling mess he’s turned you into. If you can still utter a coherent sentence, then you can take much more, and lucky for you, he has so much more to give.
Not to worry though, when he finally decides he’s done breaking you, he’ll ever so gently put you back together. He’ll rub your trembling legs, massage all of your limp muscles, and kiss away all the pretty tears you cried for him all before he runs you a nice warm bath and carries you to it himself, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
Besides, the only time you’re ever really afforded any peace and quiet is when Ted’s mouth is otherwise preoccupied, and you can’t deny that his tongue is capable of wonderful things when it’s not too busy rattling behind his teeth.
———————
I haven’t the slightest clue how to tag this if I’m being so blatantly honest. He’s got a little something going on and I think we all know what it’s called.
Anywho, if you’re part of my usual crowd, I am working on some things you might enjoy. I wrote this in like half an hour while in the tub with a splitting migraine.
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.’
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🔮
Saturdays were always better when you were not rushing. They consisted of actually finishing a cup of tea, and leaving the house with your bed made and the sink empty.
Best of all was the ritual of getting ready in your dressing room, taking the time to make sure your eyebrows were actually even rather than ‘that’ll do.’
Spring was officially springing, which meant sunglasses paired with a slightly smaller over-sized coat. Daffodils were blooming, and the crisp air carried birdsong throughout the flat.
You headed to your car, good luck playlist on and opened your phone, a slightly unsure look upon your face as you opened your messages and opened Ted’s name.
YOU:
Hope you’re having a good morning, Coach. Good luck today. Just on my way to meet Keeley☕️x
Sent.
You shrieked into your steering wheel.
‘Jesus you’re such a lemon’ you thought.
You felt embarrassed. Scared of feeling like you were crossing a line, and even more scared of rejection, even though you weren’t sure what was being rejected.
‘Ah fuck it.’ you sighed. Phone on silent, soft top down on your car and music up.
You parked at Keeley’s, and waited for her to come out before you walked round to the stadium.
‘You look bloody beautiful.’ She shouted from her bedroom window.
‘Get down here, it’s colder than it looks,’ you shouted back, cackling at each other.
You passed the time wandering around Richmond and spending money in boutique stores on summer clothes that wouldn’t get a look in until at least 5 months in the future. You got to your seats, checked your phone slyly away from Keeley’s wandering sapphire eyes.
TED:
Thank you kindly. Have fun, be good🥂
You smiled despite yourself. It was ridiculous how one tiny message could make you feel simultaneously giddy, nervous and inexplicably lighter.
Keeley looked at you like you’d grown a third head.
‘What’s got my man-hater all man-loving?’
‘Who said it’s a man? Could just be my mum cracking a joke?’ You said sarcastically.
‘Right. Could just be, except it isn’t just that is it.’
The whistle blew.
‘Right, eyes forward or do I have to explain to your ferocious hairy boyfriend why you missed him playing?’
She kissed your cheek.
‘As long as you’re happy.’ She cuddled into you.
Half time was over and the players were back out on the field with the coaches. You watched intently, still not bored of how happy everyone was while they were playing.
Richmond were awarded a penalty, silence fell across the fans, and you and Keeley, shrieked ‘GO RICHMOND!’
‘Well if it isn’t Richmond’s very own banshees,’ Beard flatly declared, slowly turning at you both.
Ted glanced towards the owners’ seats, spotted you amongst the crowd and broke into a grin before lifting a hand in a small wave.
You waved back, timidly.
‘Oh my fucking god.’ Keeley gasped, gushing as she put the pieces together.
Rebecca chuckled knowingly, excited for the debrief on Monday morning.
‘Shut up the pair of you.’ You winked, reaching behind for Rebecca’s hand.
Following a well deserved win, you were all in high spirits.
‘I’m just gonna pop and see Roy, let him know I’ll meet him at home.’
‘Sure babes, I’m just gonna pop to the loo. See you in 10.’
‘Well if it isn’t my good luck charm!’ Ted walked down the hall with his arms open.
You hugged him back.
‘Congratulations! See what happens when I decide to be spontaneous.’
‘Spontaneity suits you.’
‘My nan text me.’
‘Hey, Miss Sharon?’
‘Yes Sharon indeed. How do you and Beard like the sound of a celebratory Roast dinner tomorrow?’
Ted looked across at Beard.
‘We would love nothing more.’
‘Perfect. I’ll text you the details.’
‘I’ll call you tonight.’
‘Well done again, Coach. Very well earned.’
You nodded, smiled, and caught up with Keeley who was waiting at the other end of the hall.
The last thing Ted caught before you disappeared round the corner was your laugh.
He watched, hands in his pockets, whilst you messed around with Keeley like a couple of teenagers.
‘Nice score, Coach.’
‘Beard, wear something pretty. We’ve got dinner tomorrow. Does it count as dinner if it’s at 2pm?’
Beard pondered, ‘No sir. I already have dinner plans and they’re at 6:30.’
‘I’ll let her know you can’t make it then?’
‘No sir. I’ll be there.’
‘You’re a spectacular man, Beard.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Oh. Sure.’
Ted was in the kitchen, watching the coffee drip from the machine into his Richmond mug, before the alarm even got the chance to wake him up.
His phone chimed, and he opened it onto your thread. He let out a soft breath and smiled.
BEARD:
You awake yet?
TED:
47 minutes and counting
BEARD:
Nerves mean you care. I will see you at 11am
‘Alrighty then. Pancake Sunday.’
He opened the fridge, no milk. Or eggs.
‘Alright then. Sunday.’
TED:
Know a recipe for pancakes without milk or eggs?
YOU:
Sure… do you like flour in a pan?
TED:
I don’t think so.
YOU:
Just skip breakfast and you can just get to my nan’s early for a little brunch situation.
TED.
Don’t need to ask me or Beard twice. That buddy’s batting a thousand where meals are concerned today.
YOU:
Jesus.
Ted called Beard to let him know the change of plan.
30 minutes, a shower, another cup of coffee and a close outfit conundrum later, and Ted was considerably more nervous than before.
Pacing to the hallway for his shoes, he almost slipped suddenly remembering the bottle of wine and flowers.
3 sharp knocks at the door.
Opening the door to a vision in autumnal colours and a flat cap.
Beard stared Ted in the eyes, before casually dropping his gaze to the gifts in his hand.
Ted scoffed.
‘You are aggressively psychedelic.’
‘It’s only paisley. It’s tasteful.’
‘Sure. Taste. Or lack thereof.’
‘I will haunt you in the next lifetime, probably wearing this shirt.’
‘I commend the self-assurance.’
Beard clapped and rubbed his hands together, ‘Brunch time, baby.’
Ted looked down at the flowers in his hand, then back at Beard.
‘You know, most people get nervous meeting someone’s family.’
‘Oh nervous shmervous,’ Beard offered. ‘You have flowers and I have fashion.’
‘You know what? That helped less than you thought. Thanks.’
3 sharp knocks. In true Beard fashion.
‘You knock like you’re delivering bad news.’
‘It’s assertive.’
‘It’s grandparents. How assertive do you need to be?’
Beard nodded understandingly. Ted felt the nerves wrap in his chest.
‘Oh bloody hell, Ted, Coach. Come in, you’ll be freezing your knackers off I should think.’
You appeared behind your nan, out of breath. You were stunned at her boldness, trying not to focus on the subject of that sentence.
‘I tried to beat her to the door, she’s a spritely old bird.’
Your Nan swatted you on the arm.
‘These are for you, thank you for having us.’
Your nan wrapped an arm round the men either side of her, Ted blushing like his first day of school, and Beard’s mind already racing at the fascinating architecture of the Victorian Era home,
‘You must both be starving. Got a few bits for brunch. Don’t go mad though, Ray’s doing pork.’
‘Yes ma’am.’ The pair said in unison. Your nan scatted past you, hooting and hollering with excitement.
‘If you want to turn around, you have full permission.’
They looked at each other, and slipped their shoes off and hung their coats up.
You clapped your hands together with pleasure.
You took the flower and wine off Ted, giving him a kiss on the cheek as you had your hands full.
‘Now don’t you look dapper Mr Beard. I respect a man who is comfortable in his wardrobe.’
You winked at Ted.
‘Come through, please. But brace yourself.’
Your nan’s house was cosy. The smell of lit candles filled the room along with fresh coffee, fruit and pastries.
‘Now shall I call you Nan, or is Sharon okay?’
‘Well I’m not calling you Coach am I, Ted?’
‘True. In that case, this looks beautiful. Sharon?’
‘That’s right.’
Your grandad walked in from the garden, extending a hand to Ted and Beard.
‘Nice to meet you, Ted. I’ve heard good things.’ Ted smiled appreciatively.
Beard’s turn.
‘Pleasure, good sir.’
Your mum almost spat her tea everywhere, but composed herself.
You shot her daggers.
‘Come on, I’ll show you the garden we just had finished.’ Your grandad gestured to Beard. ‘Brick’s just set, immovable. Mark my words.’
You were dumbfounded, and Ted was speechless for once.
Your nan and Mum started firing the small talk questions. Employment, America, you. You prepared for the wine to spill and the embarrassing stories to spill simultaneously.
You curled up on the end of the sofa, legs tucked underneath you and cup of tea in hand. Tapping the seat next to you, you gestured for Ted to come and sit next to you. He walked over with your nan from the wall of pictures, struck by the vision of that picture of you all on your laptop screen. It was the same setting, and you looked even more radiant in person.
Two figures were swaying outside, and the four of you turned in unison, slowly walking to the French doors like a wildlife photographer to a gazelle- just not as graceful.
Beard was hopping like a mountain goat on to your grandad’s new brick wall.
‘He has a thing for structural soundness.’
‘I can see that,’ your mum chimed in, tilting her head.
‘You do this often? Your grandad asked.
‘Only when necessary.’ Beard prompted.
‘You seem limber.’ Your grandad noted.
‘Ah my doctor prescribed me something for the sciatica.’
‘I get that too.’
‘Tai- chi.’ They harmonised, and suddenly you felt like a female bird watching these fruit loops show the most effective way to release their ailments.
‘It’s all in the breathing.’ Your grandad said, as you parted to let them in.
‘Obviously.’ Beard high-fived your grandad
‘Okay. Well. As long as we add orange juice, I think we may open the prosecco.’ You inhaled, really unsure of where to take the conversation after that performance.
Fortunately, with the first day jitters out the way, the rest of the afternoon felt comfortable. Ted kept offering help in the kitchen, and then you got asked to fulfil that same offer because when your nan said she didn’t need help, she really did but just not from Ted. That’d be rude.
‘Dinner’s going to be 15 minutes.’ your mum shouted through.
‘That’s my cue,’ you put your hand next to Ted’s lap to push you up, ready to set the table.
‘Where’s the bathroom?’
‘Upstairs, and round the bend. Call me if you get lost.’ You laughed to Ted.
‘Where on earth is he?’ Your nan asked.
‘I’ll go check.’ You picked up your glass of red wine and headed upstairs to make sure Ted was okay.
A solid oak door with a raggedy bit of paper stuck to it was half open. You cringed, wondering what curiosities you’d have to explain to Ted.
‘Just like leopard print was going out of fashion, right?’
‘Hey, I was 14 and lost my way. But mark my words, leopard print will never go out of fashion.’
Ted laughed with you. You were stood with Ted in your childhood bedroom.
He pointed to a picture of a chunky toddler with extreme bunches who was basically drag racing a pushchair.
‘See, I knew you’d always been this cute.’
You pushed him lightly, setting your wine glass down on the daisy shaped nightstand.
You passed a photo album to Ted.
‘I get it from Ray, obviously.’
‘You’ve got some good folks. Must have been so much fun growing up here.’
‘Yeah, it was safe. My dad was a real piece of work, so we left when I was like 2, came here and never left.’
Your cheeks burned, tracing with your thumb a photo of your grandad and you as a baby. Ted looked up at you, stood in front of him, and shuffled to stand back up when he saw your eyes go glassy.
‘Hey, and you both made it. What a life to turn it all around and know this type of love that you have.’ Ted put an arm round the back of your shoulder, pulled you into his side and placed a kiss to the top of your head.
‘God I’m blaming the merlot on the tears.’
‘Nope. You’re just human. We all have to let it out sometime.’
You smiled at him, squeezing his hand.
‘Come on, or my grandad will be stealing both of our potatoes.’
You led Ted out, still holding his hand and he rubbed his thumb over your wrist, before letting go.
‘If I could click my fingers and have this dinner, every day for the rest of my life, I would.’
‘Nan you have truly outdone yourself.’
‘It’s nice to be appreciated. Next time, bring the whole team.’
‘I absolutely won’t, but we can plan some sort of schedule. One player a weekend until the end of the year.’
Everyone laughed, sparking all different plans and ideas to keep the house as warm and full as it always has been.
You tucked your leg up underneath you, brushing Ted’s leg accidentally. He looked at you, smiling comfortably. You looked at him, a couple of seconds longer than usual, and noticed the way the orange sunset reflected in his hazel eyes.
‘Ah the end of the year. Christmas will be great this year. Ted, Beard, I hope you like charades.’
‘No one likes charades Nan.’
You looked at Ted again, shaking your head subtly as if to say you do not have to entertain this.
‘If that was an invite to Christmas, I wholeheartedly accept.’ Ted nodded.
‘Yes ma’am. Permission for a plus one?’
‘Bring a plus 20 for all I card. The more the merrier.’
She held up her almost overflowing glass of Prosecco and proposed a cheers.
‘Kitchen’s done for you, Nan.’
You walked back into the living room, Ted patting the seat next to him. Your nan and grandad were squished on the arm chair, your mum taking up the two person sofa, Beard cross-legged on the rug by the coffee table.
‘Glad to see your comfortable, Beard.’
He nodded.
‘Jane’s here. Dinner reservations.’
You all turned to look at Beard.
‘You’ve eaten enough for a small village and you still have dinner plans?’
‘I shan’t let my lady down.’
‘Tell her she’s invited next time, Beard.’
‘I’ll walk you out.’
Beard said his goodbyes, and you headed to the door. Beard turned and gave you a hug.
‘Thank you, so much.’
‘You’re always welcome. So is Jane. And you don’t ever have to hug me again by the way.’
‘I shall not. Unless I am extremely thankful.’
‘Noted. Have a good time tonight. See you in the morning.’
You checked the time, conscious of the early morning you had tomorrow.
Instead, you sat on the sofa and ignored the responsibilities for tomorrow.
Luckily, Ted instigated the goodbye so you didn’t have to.
‘We’ve got an early morning tomorrow, I may have to think about heading back.’
‘Yeah I’m with you on that, I’m going to end up falling asleep on the train.’
‘Ah poppet, one of us would drive you but we’re pissed as anything.’
‘Standard. It’s fine, thank you anyway.’
You kissed everyone goodbye, and headed to the door with Ted.
‘I can drive you home.’ He said, quietly so no one heard to make a fuss.
‘Are you sure? That’d be lovely.’
‘I’m sure. Come on.’
You walked down the driveway, nipped by the drop in temperature.
Ted opened the passenger door for you.
‘Always a gentleman.’
He chuckled, shaking his head, walking round the front of the car to the driver’s seat.
You watched every step intently, before looking up at your nan and grandad’s house and seeing the trio scarper away from the net curtains in the kitchen window.
‘Thanks for letting me be part of that. I’d like to borrow your family more often.’
You beamed.
‘Anytime. You are always welcome to take them off my hands.’
He laughed. Turning the heating up a little bit and moving the air vent to face you.
‘I’ll remember that.’
The streetlights glowed, the silhouette of Ted’s face soft in the light. You both took it in turns to glance at each other, with care that the other didn’t see.
‘This is me.’ You said, not moving to get out of the car.
Ted looked up at your apartment, fairy lights wrapped around the balustrades of the balcony and a warm amber glow from the bedroom window.
He sat, hand rested on the gear stick. You looked down, then up at him. Ted was already looking at you.
‘Thank you for being there today, Ted.’
‘Well, I should be thanking you. Pretty sure I just experienced the world’s most emotionally supportive Sunday roast.’
You laughed, softly.
‘Don’t forget to pick up some milk.’
‘You just saved me from an incredibly disappointing Monday morning.’
‘Goodnight, Coach.’
You placed your hand on his, and in the split second of him realising what you were doing, he looked. The way your hands were slightly pink from the cold, the red nails that were perfectly manicured, and how your whole hand was only slightly bigger than his palm. He stopped breathing for a second, wondering how many Sundays it would take before this felt normal.
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🔮
After beating your way through rush hour, you finally made it home. Your mum had been round your place during the day to let the boiler repair man in.
You walked through the door, the smell of the slow cooker filling every corner. Your bed made with your 20 year old cat teddy propped up on the pillows, and the flat hoovered and serene.
You sighed with relief.
18:28 YOU:
Thanks, Mumma xxx
18:28 YOU:
Thanks for today, Coach. X
You turned your phone screen down, and just spent the evening in the peace of your own company, feeling hopeful that Tuesday would indeed be kinder to you.
Tuesday felt better already. You walked to the office and it was cold, but the second the sun hit your face, you felt warm.
You looked up, Ted was in his office with the door shut. You couldn’t blame him as the casual shouting and swearing at each other was in full swing before it was even 9:30am.
Creeping over, you filled your water bottle up at the cooler underneath the window of Ted’s office. He opened the door presuming you were going to come in, and kept it open as he sat back down at his desk.
He was on Facetime to Henry, and you heard them talking about Henry making it onto the sports team.
‘Now is that soccer football or shoulder pads football?’ Ted asked.
‘Shoulder pads, Dad. Jake loves it.’ Henry confirmed, sounding proud and excited.
Ted smiled, but it caught halfway before he swallowed.
“Jake’s gonna help me practice, Dad.”
‘There it is buddy. Tell your mum and Jake I appreciate them.’
‘Yeah, Love you Dad.’
‘Love you, Bud.’
You closed the door when you walked past, in order to let Ted have some privacy.
Lunchtime rolled round.
You were lingering in the carpark, half waiting to catch up with Ted, and half resisting the urge to have a bottle of cava with Keeley and a drunk cig before 3pm.
Fortunately, Ted came out of the doors.
Your phone buzzed.
It was a text from Roy.
You have an hour exactly before your gaggle of vertically challenged 5 year olds arrive.
Ted noticed the smile lingering after you’d slipped your phone into your back pocket, and wondered who’d put it there.
‘Hey.’ You smiled.
‘Well, hey,’ Ted greeted you back, not quite smiling, ‘Mondayest Tuesday ever. Still not used to seeing Henry from thousands of miles away.
‘I get it. Family life is so fricken hard My mum’s still gets sad over my dad, and he was a piece of shit. So imagine when you have two parents and a bonus parent, trying their best.’
You shrugged it off, but you made it so clear to Ted. You were right, they’re trying their best. And Henry was at the heart of it all.
‘Fancy a wander?’ You asked.
Ted nodded, instinctively holding his arm out.
You looked at it for a second, and looped yours through.
‘Well thank you kindly.’
You strolled through the town, trying not to stumble on the cobbles in your new heels.
‘Oh my fucking god, Ted. Take a look.’
A chalkboard sign outside a new wine bar read ‘Karaoke Thursdays.’
‘We have to do a team building. I need to hear Beard belt out Phil Collins at least once in my lifetime.’
Ted laughed, from the stomach, loud with no care for who heard. Not because the thought of Beard singing Genesis was particularly funny- no, he had been there done that.
But because images of you, Keeley and Rebecca getting wine drunk and stumbling on stage to Spice Girls added another ‘must see’ to his to do list, and the thought of Nate secretly being a pro at 90s R&B was mind blowing but not completely unfathomable.
‘I’m not joking, I will not be able to stop thinking about that place until we have conquered it.’
You carried on wandering with Ted about the dogs and their winter coats, or trying not to cry at the baby ducklings shielded by their mothers across the river.
You managed to find the hilarity in everything, and Ted felt lighter than he had in weeks.
‘Oops sorry Ted, gotta take this.’
‘Hey Nanny, how you doing, doll?’ You squealed, music to Ted’s ears.
‘Yes yes love, all good here. Yeah Mummy tell you about yesterday? Frigging nightmare. Yeah the flat’s all fine, just had a little shutdown’
You smiled, looked at Ted and grinned even wider.
‘No not right now. Yes, I am. We’re just out at lunch. He’s okay, yes thank you. Alright then Nanny, will do you that Roast this Sunday. Tell Grandad to bring his third best red. Yep, Mummy’s coming too. Okay, okay, ta ra. Love you so much more.’
Ted smiled at you. Eyes searching for where to even process that.
‘Sorry, my Nan. She’s certainly something.’
‘She sounds glorious. She sure makes you brighter than a beacon.’
‘Yeah for sure. You know them people that just bring light everywhere they go?’
‘Oh I do indeed.’
You looked up at him, winter sun setting slowly down behind his shoulder, and lighting up your eyes a honey shade of hazel.
You smirked, blushing too, but tried to move swiftly on.
‘’Pray for me. Sunday roast with the grandparents this weekend.’
‘Not sure yet, game on Saturday but that’s about it.’
‘Ahh yes, need me to show up and do anything?’
‘No, enjoy your weekend to yourself, you’ve worked extra hard lately. Deserve a break.’
You put your hand on his forearm, and squeezed gently.
‘Anyhoo, shall we make tracks? Looks like it’s about to piss down and I have this bloody tour.’
‘Let’s go sideways.’
‘Okay, well who wants to meet the players?’ You cheered along with the children.
You lead them out with Ted and Rebecca at the back.
‘She’s a natural, ain’t she.’ Ted spoke soft to Rebecca.
‘Oh, very much so. Never seen someone just take it all as it comes.’
‘Them kids are fascinated by her.’
‘I’m not sure it’s just the kids,’ Rebecca assured.
Ted thought about that for a second. ‘Hmm. Well.’
‘Am I right in thinking you’re to thank for this?’
‘Ah not at all. I should be thanking you and your lovely class. It’s been a pleasure having them here.’
You shook his hand, kneeled down with the children.
‘Now, before we go, who has any questions?’
They all sheepishly looked at each-other, before boldly raising their tiny paint stained hands.
‘Well no time to wait, let’s go see the team. Follow me.’
You guided them into the press room where a handful of players were sat behind the mics and the children sat in the reporters seats.
Questions ranged from ‘Can I play for Richmond?’ all the way too ‘That man (referencing Isaac) is scary.’ , to which he replied with thanks.
The excitement grew, slightly out of control, so you wrapped up interrogation time and walked the school out to their coach.
Tired but rewarded, you filled a to-go cup with tea for your journey home.
Just as usual, you loitered round the office. Asking Higgins about the boys and his wife, swapping outfit inspiration with Keeley, and having the best hug from Rebecca when she tells you ‘I just want to roll you in my pocket.’
‘Hey Ted,’ you announced yourself, knocking on the already open door of Ted’s office, ‘I’m off, need anything?’
‘No, you go get yourself home safe.’
‘Thanks Ted. Appreciate ya.’
‘Yeah, you too.’
Streetlights glowed amber, though the sun was resisting sleep. You were long into your train journey, and Ted was deep into his evening.
He sat on the cream sofa, blinds open so he could watch the city go by. He was comforted by dim lamplight, beyond tired and on the brink of exhaustion.
‘Trying their best,’ your voice echoed through his brain.
He took a deep breath, mindlessly watching a reality show he remembers you smacked Roy for almost ruining.
He huffed. Not enough to laugh out loud, but warranted more than a smile.
‘Look, your best will be enough for the right person,’ some blonde 5’8 model whispered as she consoled her friend in a barely there bikini.
‘Well, ain’t that profound knowledge.’ He switched the TV off, before heading to shower and settle down for the evening
He checked his phone, the message you had sent was still not responded to.
He typed:
‘Hey’
Then deleted it, locking his phone, and throwing it gently to the other side of his sofa.
A split second later he strained his back to reach for it. He unlocked it, typed again. But he was still lost for words.
Meanwhile, on the train, you opened your phone whilst listening to a song on repeat.
No reply from Ted. You still smiled warmly, because aside from no reply, Ted somehow made nothing feel like something.
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