#beard looking at ted like he hung the moon and stars...

[becoach-a]

i do hope everybody knows that if beard had accompanied ted to the van gogh museum, he'd be very busy watching ted rather than appreciate any of the art.

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

For Charlie Tartt, Keeley has the idea of doing a baby photoshoot for Charlie and Charlie winds up dressing as everyone from the Richmond fam, like Jaime puts a little headband and kit on him, Roy and him match in dark heather charcoal and they draw a beard and eyebrows on him. They do the same when he twins with Ted and Beard. And on it goes with all the lads from Richmond. Even Rebecca and him dress in matching power suits while Keeley dresses him up in pink fuzziness to match her. It's a wondrous, fun-filled day with tons of pictures and love, which only goes viral when one of the pictures released to the public is of Roy, Jaime, and Charlie together all family like. The Tartt-Kents become media darlings for sure.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Jamie saying to Keeley that he regrets not getting pictures of Charlie taken when he was a baby baby, and Keeley knows he didn't because at the time, Jamie was trying to figure out how to be a parent and look after his brother. So Keeley arranges a whole photoshoot when Roy gives her an idea by making a sarcastic comment about parading Charlie around looking like the team, and of course she has to do it

Roy, for all his joking, does melt when Charlie comes out laughing and touching the little headband that matches the one Jamie wore earlier at practice and has a little kit with Tartt on the back. He even sneakily takes some pictures of Jamie fawning over Charlie and kissing Charlie's cheeks to make him laugh.

And then when they come back for the next picture, Charlie has little drawn on brows and stubble and he's wearing a mini replica of Roy's outfit and it just slaps Roy in the fact because god he loves Jamie and their kid, and the thought of Charlie growing up to be the best of him and Jamie makes him feel sentamental.

They do the same with Beard and Ted which has Beard cracking a smile and deadpan voice going "that's the cutest thing I've ever fucking seen" while Ted is tearing up and calling Charlie a distinguished gentleman and promising to take him to kansas some day cause he'd fit right in

After a nap and some food, they get Charlie back in his little kit and take some pictures of him with the team. He gets little things added so he can mimic different members and it's adorable. The pic of him and Dani has him and Dani making faces at each other with a little toy football in Charlie's hands (that totally doesnt make Roy hover because he's scared Charlie will put it in his mouth)

And finally he gets to match two of the strongest women in his life, and maybe they even put him in little scrubs so that Roy can give a picture to his sister and Phoebe of their little nephew/cousin dressed like his aunt

The picture that goes viral is one that Keeley takes when Roy and Jamie aren't paying attention. It's Roy laughing while holding Charlie who's got melted chocolate on his hands and face and is pointing at Jamie because he left a little choclate handprint on Jamie's face while Jamie has an arm around Roy's waist and is looking at them both as if they hung the moon and the stars

Roy isn't too happy about it, but he does admit it's an adorable picture even if it means he gets more annoying press questions about his and Jamie's personal lives

[talldecafcappuccino]

Some Ted/Rebecca astrology fluff for your post-episode 8 needs:

written in the stars (on ao3) “Okay, so here’s the thing,” Keeley said, barging into Rebecca’s office, a thick folder in her hands. She stopped in front of the couch where Rebecca was busy reviewing the club’s financials. “I did your birth chart.”

“My what?” Rebecca asked without looking up.

“You know, birth charts. Where the stars were at the exact time and place you were born? It explains all sorts of stuff about your personality and your future.”

Rebecca had heard the term. Sassy had mentioned getting her chart read after her divorce, offered her psychic’s services. But at £200 Rebecca had decided her money was better spent on a birthday massage—

“Hold on.” She whipped her head up. “How the fuck did you find out what time I was born?”

“Oh, I texted Deborah.” Rebecca should have known introducing Keeley to her mother was a mistake, but she hardly expected them to get on so well. She blamed their shared love of murder podcasts. “I knew you wouldn’t give it up. You’re secretive like that. It’s very Scorpio of you.”

“Alright that’s enough of that.” Rebecca glanced back down at her papers, ignoring the self-satisfied look on Keeley’s face.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t just do your chart. I’ve got the whole club’s right here,” she said, plopping down beside Rebecca. “Lots of interesting stuff going on in the House of Greyhound.”

Rebecca could practically hear her wagging her eyebrows.

“Please tell me you got everyone else’s birth information voluntarily? I really don’t have time to talk to HR today.”

“Oh, the team was easy! I just had to get one of them excited about it and then they all piled on.” She tilted her head. “Apparently Colin is very sensitive to Mars.”

Rebecca raised her brow, not sure what to do with that little tidbit of information. She’d never given Mars much thought in her daily life.

“Beside, not everyone is so tight-lipped about personal facts. Did you know Ted was born in a bowling alley?”

Rebecca couldn’t help but smile at that. Of course Ted would have a folksy birth story. He probably popped out saying, “Howdy y’all.”

“How exactly does this connect to your job as a head of Marketing?”

Keeley lit up, opening the folder. “Well, I was thinking we could do social media posts about the players’ signs, highlight some of the team dynamics on the field with their compatibility scores, and maybe—“

“Fine,” Rebecca acquiesced. “If the players sign off on the posts, it’s fine. Let’s move on.”

“Wait, don’t you want to see your chart?” Keeley’s brow furrowed and for a moment Rebecca felt bad. She did didn’t mean to dismiss Keeley’s hard work, it was just the content that left a sour taste in her mouth. It wasn’t for her.

But before she could answer, Ted was knocking at her door holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Hey Keeley, what does it mean if my chart says my moon is in Aquarius?” Ted asked. “And does it have anything to do with the dawning of the age of Aquarius? Because that sounds like a barn raising I’d like to attend.”

“Ted,” Rebecca gaped. “Don’t tell me you believe in this sort of thing?”

“Well I dunno.” He shrugged, looking between the two women. “It’s kind of fun. Like a personality test, but more complicated.” He waved the paper around. “I feel like Nicolas Cage in National Treasure just trying to understand all these lines and symbols.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry, but nothing on the sheet says anything about anyone except that they’re incredibly naive and take no ownership for what happens in their life. No offense Keeley.”

Keeley sighed. “Such a skeptic. Typical Scorpio.”

Rebecca refused to dignifying that with a response.

“Scorpio, huh?” Ted asked, voice curious.

He was watching Rebecca with a familiar look, but one she rarely saw around the club. It felt like he was seeing all of her, his eyes skating a path down her body.

“I believe that’s my cue to leave.” Keeley slipped a piece of paper from the top of her folder and handed it to Rebecca. “This is for you.” Then, with a very obvious wink and a knowing smile, she bounced out of Rebecca’s office.

“Really Ted?” Rebecca asked, raising one brow, but Ted just smiled, taking Keeley’s seat.

“What? It’s not my fault my chart says I should expect a Scorpio in my bed tonight.”

“It does not.” Rebecca lunged for the paper in his hand, leaning across his lap only to miss entirely. She twisted around until was staring up at a gleeful Ted Lasso.

“You’re right. It doesn’t.” His placed his hand on the outside of her knee, reading from the paper for real this time. “But it does say some interesting things about Taurus and Scorpio compatibility. It looks like Keeley did some of her own interpreting.”

He pointed to a section on his paper, circled twice in red ink:

The emotional bond of love between Scorpio and Taurus is deep and enduring, built on a foundation of trust. The bull is careful when it comes to matters of the heart. It takes a patient, nurturing, and attentive sign like Scorpio to catch the Taurus heart. Once both are in sync, their love vibration beats in unison.

“Oh,” Rebecca said, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She pulled out her own birth chart, reading a similar section circle in the same pen:

….attraction stems from Taurus’ appreciation for Scorpio’s undying loyalty, intelligence, strength passion, and confident personality. His serenity goes well with her powerful personality. In general, these two are very compatible.

“It also says that there’s a ‘a strong sexual connection between Taurus and Scorpio.’” He said, voice low as he traced small circles around her knee. “But I guess we already knew that.”

Her eyes flicked down to the next section:

Bulls, by definition, are sexual beasts and crave the carnal. Governed by pleasure, physical intimacy comes natural to the sign, provided it vibes with the right zodiac.

Heat uncurled in her belly, and she bit her lip. She wasn’t ready to give credence to any of this star stuff. Not yet.

“But you know, you might need to fight Beard. It turns out he’s a Virgo and our connection is literally fire. Or I’m guessing based on all these little fire icons things. He and I have five and you and I only have four so—”

“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Rebecca sat up and straddled Ted’s lap, taking his chin in her hand.

“I’d like to see Beard do this,” she murmured, dropping her lips to his. Ted’s hand fell against her thigh, the other gliding up her back. She could hear the piece of paper crumple against her dress. Ted turned his head, deepening the kiss, and she groaned against his tongue before remembering her office door was still open.

She pulled away reluctantly, burying her face in his neck. “Oh god. Keeley is going to be insufferable when she finds out about us, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Ted sighed, tracing patterns against her back. But there was a smile in his voice that made it clear he didn’t care.

She pushed herself upright and looked at the man in front of her, his eyes staring up at her like she hung the stars and the moon herself. It was silly, Rebecca didn’t believe in birth charts or fate, but the idea didn’t seem so odd when it was Ted beside her.

With a squeeze of her leg and eyes that said I see you, she felt that pull into something larger than herself. In that moment she could see their future stretched before them, twined with the club and the legacy they were building together.

Maybe the stars were shining down on them after all.