I'm 18 years old, my first language is Spanish, and I use she/her pronouns.
In this blog I will attempt to write and, in general, just create Ted Lasso content. So, my masterlists and other links/resources will be added in this post as I create them.
Requests are: Open
I feel comfortable only writing for gn/fem reader at this time
upcoming ted lasso season got me out of writers block!!! who would be interested in a LONG jamie tartt x mannion oc (self insert-ish) series... got some parts in the drafts
Imagine being the Richmond Team Doctor who is pregnant:
[01] [02]
You are Jamie’s half sister from his dad and oddly your mothers are friends because they bonded over how much of an ass your dad is.
You are actually seven years older than Jamie and didn’t find out about each other until you were 12 and he was 5.
Your mothers have the cutest pictures and home films of the two of you with Jamie being clingy towards you (literally sobbing when you had to leave).
That was until Jamie’s teen and up years because your dad was pressuring him into playing soccer and pushing all distractions out of his life (you were categorized as a distraction).
You were still involved in Jamie’s life if he ever needed you (which he did as a shoulder to lean on when at his lowest), but you took a path in medicine which landed you your eventual position as Richmond’s personal doctor.
Jamie and you don’t really look alike so it’s easier to hide the fact that you’re related from people.
The only people who know are Rebecca, Keely, and Roy due to one being your boss, the other your brother’s girlfriend, and the last being your best friend.
You are a very blunt person that some find off putting but it balances out your empathic nature.
You had this motherly aura about you which probably came from babying Jamie all those years but they’ll come in hand with the baby you have on the way.
You had a fling with this cocky guy (he looks like Ben Barnes so hella fine) that was meant to be only for shallow reasons and it results in a pregnancy.
The guy literally ghosted you after the news and despite Jamie’s and Roy’s offer to beat the twat to a bloody pulp, you brush it off knowing he wasn’t that type of guy to stay from the beginning.
You had an issue of being a little too independent, especially when taking help from well men but hey you had daddy issues (every man that wasn’t your brother [Roy included] gave you potential disappointment).
That’s probably why you were so supportive of Rebecca getting back at her ex-husband by ruining his team because men were shit and you were running off hormonal stress when you offered her the idea.
You did not think she would take you seriously when you told jokingly to destroy something that Richmond cherished more than their marriage but here you were being informed that Richmond was getting a clueless American to coach the team.
Yeah you felt super guilty (even cried for a good hour to your baby bump telling them they were going to have an evil woman for a mother).
So, you woke up that morning offering to pick up Ted and Beard from the airport out of guilt with a box of sunflower seed biscuits.
Jamie tried stealing one but you were quick to slap his hand away (yes, you sometimes slept between your homes like mini sibling sleepovers).
Now, Ted’s eyes were falling from the jetlag he was experiencing but they shot right up at the sight of you.
It was like in those romcom movies where you were in slow motion and the sun made you look like an angel (some “I just died in your arms tonight~” shit):
*Beard nudged Ted out of his daze and Ted snapped back to his senses, taking your outstretched hand. You blush at how his hands cup over yours so gently, while he notices how soft your skin is.*
Ted: “Man, you are as pretty as a peach. Like “here comes the sun” beauty.” *he feels his cheek redden thinking he said too much.* “I-I mean you’re just glowing, ma’ma.”
Y/N: “It must be the jetlag that has you seeing things.”
Ted: “Oh, I’m jetlagged but sleepy thoughts are just as truthful as drunk ones.”
Y/N *smoothing his messy hair into place*: “You’re charming, Mr. Lasso.”
Ted insisted that you call him by his name and you tell him the same (he repeats your name a few times to himself, enjoying the way it sounds).
The drive to the Richmond Club was awkward at first but the melody of “piano man” resulted in a group singing until arrival.
You tell them to adventure as you need to get to work, but you don’t notice the way Ted’s eyes linger on you.
As the team doctor you make it a daily task to check up on the boys in the locker room (you usually bring cookies for the other boys and it irks Jamie).
You have a soft spot for Sam and whenever Jamie is acting up they all jokingly say they’ll call Mum (you) on him.
No one knows you’re pregnant but you are 9 weeks so you’ll be showing soon.
Speaking of checking in, you enter the conference room with Rebecca and Higgins and frown seeing the press attacking Ted (Rebecca gives you enough time to pull Ted out of there):
*You hold Ted’s hand almost on instinct, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. Ted can feel himself calming down at the feel of your hand in his and squeezes back with a grateful smile. You both stand there just looking at each other, taking in every detail from your eyes to your cheeks to your lips until Rebecca and Higgins arrive, causing you to separate immediately.*
It was a bit awkward especially knowing that Rebecca was using Ted to destroy the club’s image and the fact that Ted was a married man whom you were making googly eyes at was not helping your guilt.
You literally wanted to cry and did in your office where you hid until Keeley came in to ask if you had seen Jamie’s phone (since he probably left it in the locker rooms, you take her there only to find Ted covering her picture boobies with tape).
You giggle at the sight and it makes Ted jump, hitting his head on the locker’s frame.
Ted was avoiding you slightly too as he thought he had made things earlier, here you were fussing over him and holding an ice pack to his head like some guardian angel (if his heart wasn’t trapped in his chest it’d be flying out into heaven from the emotions you were giving him):
*Ted blushes, noticing how close you were as you stood between his legs to press the cold press to his forehead.*
Y/N: “You alright?”
Ted: “Fine! Just fine ma’ma!”
Y/N: “Okay, well we don’t need you getting sick too with those rosy cheeks.” *You pinch his cheek and notice the time.*
You offer to give Ted a ride to his temporary home as you ignore the text you are getting from Keeley about the connection she saw between you both, yet Ted thinks it’s a boyfriend because there was no way a beautiful girl like you was single.
Before he leaves you remember the biscuits:
Y/N: “Ted, I made you something as a welcome gift.”
Ted: “Darlin’, you didn’t have to make me anything.” *Opens the box to see sunflower biscuits* “Are these sunflower seeds?”
Y/N *blushing bashfully*: “Yeah, because when I think of Kansas I think of sunflowers and I figure they’d give you a piece of home.”
*Ted’s knees were literally weak at your kindness and it left him speechless.*
Nerves get the best of you and you drive away with a quick goodbye, leaving Ted to think of a way to return the favor because dear lord those biscuits were delicious….
CW/TW: panic attacks (its like the majority of the story) , allusions to stalking/harassment
Summary: Reader meets someone from their past and has a panic attack. Ted helps
WC: 1,780
not edited! first fic in awhile as well so pls be nice lmao
You didn’t know what to do. You’d had a horrible day, and it had all culminated in this moment. An old “friend” from high school had come into your job, and you had to be friendly to him the entire time. Every moment that you spent wracking your brain, trying to find any way to get away from him, he chatted away as though nothing ever happened. And maybe it hadn’t, maybe you’d blown everything out of proportion, but even if that were the case, it didn’t stop your mounting panic.
The clock on the wall ticked by until he finally left. You’d panicked, telling him about your life with a fake smile, eyes constantly scanning the room for your coworkers, or perhaps your boss. No one was around. It was just been you, him, and other customers who had no idea the past he’d forced on you.
The air around you was thick after he left. Your chest clenched with every attempted breath and your eyes stung, but there was nothing you could do. Your boss would be around, only about half an hour or so, and you would close your area down. That didn’t help you now though. He’d gone back into the store, and the idea of having to see him again as he left almost caused your already thin mask to fall. You took a shallow, gasping breath, and tipped your head back, trying to will the tears away, trying to forced your lungs to work properly.
In that moment, you thought of your husband. You imagined he was there, whispering sweet nothings to you. You think about what he would have done, if he’d seen that Man.
Your husband was normally polite, kind, almost sickeningly so. He believed the best in everyone, even those you personally didn’t believe deserved it. You know he wouldn’t be so kind to that Man. He may have said some choice words to him, but part of you thought he may have even gotten physical with him, if the Man didn’t leave first. It was all just a fantasy, of course. Your husband wasn’t there, he was at home, going over his notes for tomorrow’s match.
The clock ticked on, getting closer to closing time, but each tick made your skin crawl. You felt a deep sense of impending doom, terrified he will walk back out before your boss arrived. You heard footsteps approach, and your entire body tensed even more. Then, you heard the familiar sound of your bosses keys, and the tension slowly leaves your shoulders. They can’t see your panic, you learned to hide that many years ago, but it still makes you uncomfortable. That discomfort is far better than the sheer panic of being alone, far from any other workers, with that Man again.
You’d hoped, as you made your way to the front of the store, that the panic would subside as you saw more people you knew, more people that cared about you. It didn’t. As you met your other boss for further instructions, you were sent out into the store again, told to put away things that people no longer wanted. You generally liked this part of the job, finding the organization of it all quite relaxing. Today, however, it caused your panic to rise. You often saw people multiple times while putting away returns, and that terrified you.
Throughout the remainder of the night, you’d found yourself lost in thought, far more than usual. The fear had made you clumsy and distant, and you could only hope those around you hadn’t noticed.
You were in the craft aisle, putting away some seemingly failed birthday party supplies, trying to decide why they were returned as a way to distract yourself, When you heard a very familiar sound.
“Sugar plum! I didn’t they’d let you outta your cage quite so soon, but boy am I glad they did!” Your husband’s voice was unmistakable, and usually, it would remove all the tension from a room. Today, however, it did the opposite. You refused to turn and face him, not wanting him to see the dreadful look in your eyes. You knew he’d see right through you, but you couldn’t bear to tell him about you past, and you knew he’d ask.
You heard his footsteps slowly move closer, until eventually, he was right behind you. You’d known his hand would come next, and you were correct; the warmth that spread across your shoulder softened the tense muscles. It also, unfortunately, loosened your resolve, and you’d found yourself letting out one choked sob, then another, before you fully broke down where you stood.
“Oh sweetheart…” his arms surrounded you, not turning you to face him, just holding you steady. “I’m here ok? Let’s get you home, I’m sure your boss will let you go home early when she sees you.”
You tried to nod, tried to move, to take a step, but none of your muscles seemed to cooperate. As though he could sense it, Ted gently turned you, placing a firm hand on your back to keep you moving. He’d led you through the store, easily finding your boss, and discreetly explained what had happened. Your boss clocked you out and sent you home, and the tension from the night finally, slowly, started to dissipated.
Ted’s hand stayed on you the entire ride home. It kept you grounded more than he knew. Every now and again he’d whisper something sweet, something about how wonderful you were, or how much he and everyone else loved you. It made the otherwise-silent car ride bearable. The panic hadn’t left yet, but you felt you could finally see over the hill, that you were almost free from it all.
Ted’s rough fingers gently tapped your hip, and you realized you were finally home. You were finally at your sanctuary, the one place you never had to worry about being professional, put together. You made a move to step out of the car, but Ted wasn’t having it. Your loving husband swooped down and picked you up, carrying you into the house and straight to your shared bed. He wrapped you in the blanket before you’d even noticed you were in bed, gently kissed your forehead.
“I’m gonna go get you some grub, sweetheart, and maybe a hot chocolate. My mama always used to make me hot chocolate when i was upset, it’s sure to help your heart!” He was so excited by the end, you couldn’t help but agree. He did make wonderful hot chocolate, and it certainly wouldn’t hurt to have a treat.
The prospect of hot chocolate did not, unfortunately, stop your hyper vigilance. You’d hoped being home would fix it, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from inspecting every window, every point of entry. The Man had done quite a number on your psyche.
You were mid-window check when Ted came back, the smell of chocolate filling the whole room. He took a moment to look at you. He took in how your fingers moved across the wood, shaking and stiff. He noticed how your breath came out fast, yet shallow. He saw your eyes dart to the corners, the outside again, then to where he stood at the door. He understood. In one simple movement, ted had you back at the bed.
You almost felt ashamed when you landed on the soft mattress, but you weren’t sure why. To be entirely fair to yourself, you weren’t actually able to think of much right now, expect your own fear. You weren’t actually able so out of it, it took you several seconds to notice Ted attempting to get your attention. His finger tapping your cheek is what finaly brought you back.
“Darlin’, can you hear me? I need you to follow my lead, can you do that for me?” You tried your best to nod, but all you managed was a jerky upwards tilt. You knew he understood by his slight smile. “Ok, I need you to breathe with me, baby. In for 4 seconds,” You did as he asked, choking on your breath partway through. You looked to him and he just nodded and kept his smile soft. “Perfect, absolutely perfect. Hold that breath for 7 seconds, can you do that for me, baby?” You nodded again and closed your eyes, squeezing his hands with each count. “Amazing, last one, let it out for 8, nice an’ slow for me ok? Like you’re blowing a little windmill.”
You follow his directions as best you can, repeating each time he starts over. By the fifth breath, you notice your hands stop shaking. You keep going, until you feel like you could collapse where you sat, not because of panic, but because you were now so deeply exhausted, your bones felt like metal. It was so hard to stay sitting; Ted gently guided you down and landed a soft kiss in your forehead. You felt him pull away after a moment, seemingly trying to get up, but you weren’t having it. You pulled him down again and pushed your face against his chest, taking in his comforting, masculine scent. He smelled like home.
“Sugar, I’ve gotta go get you a glass of water, do you think I can do that for ya real quick? I’ll be back lickety split, I promise.” His voice is low, just barely above a murmur, but you hear him just fine. With a quiet sigh, you let yourself relax fully into the bed and look at him, silently pleading with sad eyes for him to be fast. You still needed him.
Ted leaned down and gave you a short kiss on your lips, smiling as he pulled away and made his way to the kitchen. His hands moved faster than his brain, and before he knew it he’d made you a sandwich as well as your glass of water. He knew you likely hadn’t eaten at work, always too busy for that, and the hunger couldn’t be helping your current state.
When he came back in, You sat up and reached for the glass he’d so graciously offered, chugging nearly half of it in one drink. You were far more thirsty than you’d realized. You ate the sandwich next, chewing slowly so as not to choke, while still managing to finish at a record pace. Each bite made your chest feel lighter.
Sometime while you ate, Ted’s hands made their way around your waist, holding you close while he hummed quietly. His tune of choice tonight was one of your favorites, and it made you smile. He always remembered things like that
A/N: The long awaited sequel to Sweater! Felt the urge to finish it yesterday and here we are.
Sweater
Warnings: MDNI 18+! Language, Fingering, Oral (fem receiving), Clit Stimulation, Nudity, P in V, Dirty Talk
Word Count: 1,584
You could barely comprehend how you ended up in this position, everything had moved so fast. You had woken up, sleep still clouding your vision as you got dressed, barely giving it any thought as you pulled on Ted’s usual navy sweater. It was an innocent act, even when you stumbled into the kitchen, sans any shorts or sweats, bare legs on full display. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to be.
Didn’t question it as you heard Ted rummaging around upstairs, a ‘crap’ or ‘shoot’ coming through every now and then before hearing another door or drawer shutting. You just sipped your tea and scrolled on your phone like nothing was wrong, because for you, nothing was. Then you heard the footsteps of him coming down the stairs. And suddenly he was at the counter, staring at you in his sweater with a look in his eyes that you should’ve recognized from the get-go.
Hungry.
Now here you were, on the kitchen counter, panties discarded, with Ted on his knees between your thighs. The noises filling the walls around you were near obscene, slurping sounds that you’d never imagined outside of the four walls of your bedroom. But you were far too distracted to care, hand moving down to hold onto Ted’s hair, a grunt leaving him as you tugged the strands. The action seemed to spur him on, his fingers quickening in speed inside you while his lips on your clit sucked harder.
Every part of you wanted to pull off the sweater, sweating beginning to cover every square inch of skin. The heat mixed with his ministrations nearly making you light headed, but he was very clear with his earlier instructions- sweater must stay on. And as much as you’d love for him to punish you, really show you who’s in charge, you knew he didn’t have time for that. Realistically in that scenario, he wouldn’t let you cum and strip you of the sweater himself, wear it to work. He’d work all day in the sweater, smelling of sweat and you, knowing you were at home, wanting and waiting for him to return. Where, even when he did return, it was still unlikely that he would allow you to come without you begging. And he may not even give in then.
As much as you loved the long game with your boyfriend, you wanted to come and you wanted to come now. And if the coil quickly tightening in your core by the second said anything, he was desperate to make that happen.
Like he knew exactly what you needed, Ted added a third finger to the mix, leaving kitten licks on your bundle of nerves that had you falling over the edge. With an open mouthed, guttural moan, you orgasmed on his tongue. You nearly saw stars with the force of it, hardly even realizing it when he stood back in front of you, wiping a hand over his now glistening mustache.
“Darlin’, I swear you taste sweeter and sweeter by the day,” he mumbles, hand coming up to grip your jaw before pulling you in for a hard kiss. Letting out a surprised whine, it turns into a satisfied sigh as he forces his tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself on it. He kisses you like he owns you, like he’s staking a claim, and you have no complaints.
His free hand trailed lower again, hiking up the navy fabric to around your waist. He tapped a finger on the skin there before pulling out of the kiss. “Do me a favor and hold that there a second.”
Your shaky hands went to hold the fabric up without question, watching as he unbuckled his belt. Popping the front button of his khakis, he pulled them down just past his butt, boxers following soon after. With his cock in full view now, you felt your mouth water, wanting to get on your own knees for him now. He must have seen the look in your eyes, chuckling before grasping your jaw again, giving it a small squeeze. “Appreciate the thought, but we ain’t got the time. Now open those legs wide for me, pretty girl.”
Not even realizing how you’d been slowly shutting them, you opened them wider, watching as Ted closed the already limited distance between you. With one hand on his cock and the other moving to your hip, he stared down at your pussy with an almost admiring look behind his eyes. He let out a low whistle, just staring as he moved the head to rub over your entrance. You were tempted to protest before he slowly began to enter. Letting out an almost embarrassing high whine, you gripped his arms, looking for anything to keep you present. It was the same familiar stretch as always, but you never quite got used to it.
When he finally bottoms out, a grunt escapes him at the contact, leaning forward to press a firm kiss to your forehead. “Fuckin’ feel like a dream, sweetheart.”
That’s all you get before he begins to move.
He starts with shallow thrust, but you’re smart enough to realize they won’t last long, especially considering the time. You want to warn him, say he has to leave soon, but one rough thrust tells you he’s more than aware. One hard thrust turns into another before he’s started a bruising pace, hand moving down to draw rough circles onto your clit. He’s mumbling sweet things, some things down right crude, mouth moving to your neck while all you can do is let out helpless moans against his movements.
“Standin’ in our kitchen wearing this fuckin’ thing,” he barely gets out, tugging at the hem of the sweater with another rough thrust, “just beggin’ for my cock.”
Your thoughts are fuzzy, but you manage to get out, “I didn’t know-”
Another thrust stops you, making you gasp.
He lets out another chuckle as he keeps moving, both hands on your hips now while he sucks a bruise onto your throat. “‘Didn’t know’ my ass. Y’know what it does t’me when you wear my clothes.”
You can’t even process a response, arms going up to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him somehow closer. Head tucked into his neck now, you’re letting whine after whimper escape you as his thrusts speed up, getting sloppier by the second. He was getting close, you could tell by the way his low grunts kept growing and growing in pitch.
Breaking the spell you both seemed to be under, Ted’s phone began to ring on the counter. Your eyes snapped to it instantly while Ted was more than pleased with ignoring it.
“T-ted, your-”
He just shushed, another harsh snap of his hips following. Once glance could simply see that he was already late to practice, and Roy Kent’s name was lighting up the screen. Maybe you didn’t know Roy well enough, because Ted didn’t seem to be feeling nearly the same level of anxiety from seeing that name.
Sensing your unease, one of Ted’s hands sprung up from your hip to your jaw again, forcing you to look at him. “Just a name on a phone, sweetheart. Now look at me when I come, yeah?”
With his breathy tone and his hair falling into his eyes, you would’ve done anything for him in that moment. Giving him a short nod, another moan broke through as Ted found your sweet spot, punishing it over and over again. Satisfied that you wouldn’t look away, his hand went back to your clit, clumsy motions continuing there to spur you on. It hardly took long before you were pushed over the edge again, crying out, forehead bumping with his.
“C’mon, lemme see those eyes.”
You didn’t even realize they were closed. With more effort that you planned, you opened your eyes to meet his. Sweat fell from his temple, drawing a line down the skin of his face before he gave you a shaky smile. One more thrust and he was done for.
He let go with a broken moan, hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside of you. The silence that followed was short, only filled with the sounds of both of you struggling to catch your breaths.
Ted’s eyes snapped up as you tried to move away a little, playing with the neckline of the sweater, wafting it to get some cool air. The action seemed to get his mind out of post- sex thoughts immediately, hands quickly going to grab the hem and pull it over your head.
“Guess I made you wear this ol’ thing too long, huh?” Discarding the sweater to the kitchen floor, it was like he forgot what was underneath. His eyes went straight back to their hungry gaze, looking over every inch of newly exposed skin.
It took one smack to his shoulder for his eyes to be diverted back to you. “Sorry, sorry, a man gets distracted. Here, let me just…”
He gingerly took your hand, helping you down from the counter, watching as you stumbled a bit. Letting you rest on his chest for stability, he begins to guide you to the stairs, making the trek to your bedroom. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
You figured he was just helping you to the bathroom before you noticed him undoing the buttons of his own shirt about halfway up the stairs. “Ted, you have to-”
