#making up with ted lasso

[my-soupy-brain]

For prompt: I loved the recent therapy story but missed reading the makeup sex 😈 Can you do one where Ted blows up at reader but they later make up and smut ensues? It would make my week!

I sure can try. Who doesn't love a little angst + makeup? I know I sure do. Ted would definitely make it up to you, too. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Angst, makeup sex

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You were in for a stressful couple of weeks.

Ted was busy taking heat for the team's performance, trying to get them back to fighting order.

You were bogged down with work and deadlines that had your head spinning.

But you always made time to see each other. Either he came to your flat, or you went to his.

And on a particular Wednesday night, he's at your flat. He was nose-deep in his notebook, working on plays. Reading football books for inspiration. Trying to shake out the negative feelings he's had the last month with the losses and the locker room tension.

"Ted?"

He looked up at you. You'd clearly been standing there trying to get his attention.

"I asked if you wanted to watch a movie?"

His eyebrows are furrowed and he shakes his head.

"Can't."

His mood has been sour off and on, but this aura was very off for your Ted.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Put that all away, let's forget our troubles. It'll be good for us to ---"

"I SAID I CAN'T!" he shouts, louder than he even knew he was capable of. You freeze. Your breath is caught in your throat.

"I'm glad you have a job you can just leave on a computer but I don't, OK? This team's success and my career rides on us getting better! You don't understand."

You still say nothing, your mouth open. Tears prick the corner of your eyes.

"So when you ask if I wanna watch some silly little movie, the answer is no. Because I've got to focus! I don't need all this..." he gestures around and makes a point to look at you. "Distraction!"

You nod, the anger rising like bile in your throat. Your tears are springing out of the corners of your eyes. You take a breath.

"Got it."

"Good."

You take another breath and say the next thing you hoped you'd never have to say to him.

"Maybe you should leave."

Ted's head pops up, confused. As if he doesn't remember what he just said.

"What?"

"You heard me," you say, a little more stern. "If this is such a distraction, if I'm such a distraction, maybe you should go home. And stay there until you figure out what you want."

Ted's eyes furrow and he looks angry again.

"You don't need to make sucha big deal outta this, you know. I'm just asking for some goddamn quiet!"

You shake your head with a chuckle.

"As if my home is some kind of circus. Go, Ted."

He gathers his things and marches toward the door, slamming it behind him.

Now you can sit down and let the tears erupt. Your breath heaves, staggered, as you cry your heart out on your sofa.

...

No text. Not a word.

You refuse to be the one to crack the ice. He blew up, he can apologize.

That works for the first few hours of the day. But you're starting to miss him. Terribly.

Stay strong, stay strong.

When you get a text message and your phone buzzes, you look in excitement, except it's nothing but a coupon code from a retailer you follow.

Dammit.

You wonder what he's doing. What he's thinking. Maybe he's thinking about what a mistake it was to date you, to begin with. About how needy you are. There's no room in his life for you.

Panic. Breathe. Breathe.

The day drags on. You struggle to focus on your work, and you really need to. You put your headphones on and try to block out your feelings, focus on what you need to get done today.

The sun goes down. Still nothing from Ted.

Maybe it's over.

Oh tears, and panic. Great.

But outside your door, down your street, walks Ted Lasso. His eyes are red and watery. He has bags under his eyes.

He didn't sleep worth a damn. Not when he knew how he upset you. How you didn't deserve that. You were only looking out for him, trying to give him the space he needed between work and life.

And what did he do? He yelled at you.

He yelled at you when he said he never would.

He knows you've been in relationships like that before. Where you felt belittled and betrayed for caring. God, he could kick himself.

When he gets to your front steps, he looks up at the lights on. Wonders what you're doing.

Maybe you're regretting dating him. Maybe you wish you'd found someone with more emotional sense. Someone less selfish. Someone who could divide work and life better.

Someone who deserves you.

He holds his chest as he feels the panic rise. He convinces himself that the best thing he can do right now is just try. Try to talk to you. Try to see you.

He knocks.

...

And he knocks again.

At the right time, you slip your extra loud headphones off and hear a knock at the door, your heart pattering in your chest. You try to avoid getting your hopes up.

But when you open the door, you see a tired, beaten-down Ted standing in the London drizzle.

"Sweetheart? Come in, you'll catch cold!" you say, pulling him in by the hand. He already feels a little better, knowing you're caring for him.

Once he's in the doorway, you start to say "I'm sorry" at the same time he does.

"You don't have a damn thing to apologize for, sugar," Ted says, pulling you into his chest, his hands holding your face and looking into your eyes.

"I know, but I don't mean to be so needy... so selfish with your time... I know you're..."

Ted shakes his head as he smiles.

"I knew you'd do that, darlin'," he interrupts again. "Try to blame this on you. No. You didn't deserve a damn word of that garbage I spouted. You were lookin' out for me. And I stepped on it."

You look in his eyes, and yours well with tears. Fat, salty drops of water roll down your cheeks. His thumbs wipe them away.

Seeing your eyes fill with tears reminds him of how wrong he was.

"I will never, ever let myself do that again," Ted says, kissing your lips, the salt against his where the tears rolled into the corner of your mouth.

"Ted, I love you so much. I thought you never wanted to see me again," you exclaim, your breath coming in quick. Being in his arms again, feeling his lips on yours... it's...

"I couldn't stay away from the love of my life," he says, kissing your neck now, his hands traveling all over your body, under your sweater, across your breasts and ribs and waist.

You gasp as he walks you backward to your bedroom, sitting you on the bed and moving down with you. Your lips hot and needy against each other, your hands pulling his polo off, then working open his belt.

He sits up on his knees and tugs his layers off, unbuckling his belt. The chime of the metal sends sparks down your nerves.

When he works his pants off, you can see his excitement behind his boxer briefs, your legs wrapping around him to bring him back. He works your shirt off, and unbuttons your pants.

"I was scared I'd never get this again," you murmur between kisses, his lips tracking down your neck to your collarbone and breasts. His hand kneads your breast, tickling under the cup as he moans.

He looks up at you, his lips red from pressing against your soft skin.

"I can't live without ya, sugar," he says, kissing your lips gently, his mustache tickling like always.

His lips go to your ear, your neck, your sweet spot. He loves hearing you moan and writhe for him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And you're always right when I need to take care of myself."

You sigh and run your fingers through his hair, gently over his scalp.

"You deserve the best and I'mma give you the best I can," he adds, kissing your neck again as you push off the rest of your clothes.

His hands are needy, touching and grabbing and caressing you, his tongue working against your skin. His low, husky moans against your body, his cock bobbing behind the cotton. Once he's over you again, you push the elastic down to free him, letting him grind with you on the bed.

It's hot in the room, the temperature rising as your bodies create friction.

"Oh God," you murmur against his ear, and his tip ruts against your center.

"You're so wet for me, aren't ya, doll?" he asks. "You're my sweet girl, only mine."

"Only yours," you chant, making Ted groan.

"Say it again."

"Only yours."

He moves your panties to the side and slides in, no preamble needed as your bodies connect and you move in rhythm together, his big hands holding your neck as he kisses you, then wraps his lips around a nipple, then kisses under your breast on your ribcage.

"My perfect girl," he murmurs. "Made perfect for me."

You writhe at the praise again. "Oh, Ted... baby..."

He looks up, your eyes fluttered closed, your mouth open and panting, and he smiles.

"That's right, sugar..."

He increases his pace, turning you both to your sides, your leg thrown over his hip as he pushes in at a new angle, your breath coming in short and sharp now.

"Right there, yeah?" he asks in a husky drawl. "Gonna make ya feel so good, sugar. Show you how I'm yours."

You moan, your head thrown back, perfect for him to nibble on your neck. His hands roaming your body and the angle of his cock splitting you in two sends you careening off the edge.

Your channel clenches around him, flooding around him, as you come, making him smile. He leans into your ear once more: "Oh, that's it, baby. That's my sweetheart. Gush all over that cock."

Another wave slaps you.

"Yeah, just like that," he soothes, his body pushing harder and faster, his deft fingers working between your bodies against your hardened clit. As you start to shake again, moaning his name, he feels his spine tensing and...

"Fuck, sweetie," he murmurs, grunting as he fills you. "Y'feel so damn good..."

You try to catch your breath, and his big, dark hazel eyes look to your face. When your eyes blink open, he cups your cheek and kisses you.

He lays his head on your chest, your arms coming around him, fingers in his hair.

"I love you, Ted," you whisper, and he looks back up at you.

"I love you," he answers, kissing your lips sweetly. "How about that movie? I think I owe you one...or a million."

You smile. "Movie night it is."

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It's hard to imagine Ted snapping but we know he does and he'd hate himself for it. But he's learning. Good for therapy! Thanks for this prompt, friend!

[tarttedup]

jamie and his little bags

bonus:

[pineappical]

would calling this something like "the sun to his earth" be a little bit too cliche? maybe...

[lokiiied]

can we talk about this cuz we all know richard (also queer) was like “hold up” 🧐 yeah, yeah, but we also saw jamie’s reaction. let me rewind.

colin & richard were like…wait. jamie literally did a double take 😭 this was the moment the queers clocked each other.

[thelassoway]

Jason Sudeikis as Ted Lasso Seasons 1-3 » T-shirts

[walnutmistjamie]

We're trying to figure out what the greatest ensemble of all time was. What do you think?

[clonecaptains]

Jamie Tartt + color wheel

(insp the color wheel fanart trend)

[elssbethtascioni]

Ted Lasso | 3.04 “Big Week”

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

it occurs to me that jamie's conversation with ted at the pub in 2x02 might be the first time he talks about his dad with someone who already knows that james is abusive (with the possible exception of georgie). which means that the first time he hears an outside perspective on the situation, it's ted telling him that his dad's abuse is what made him great

[ohdeargodwhy]

Ted being attracted to men in Seasons 1 and 2 of Ted Lasso

[insignificant457]

Jamie’s believe sign was in a copy of the beautiful and the damned, which is the book ted gave him in 1x03, that he threw out without thinking twice…he remembered the title and found it years later…Jamie tartt who can’t spell for shit and is probably dyslexic tracked that book down and started reading it because Ted picked it for him

[jamietwat]

Jamie would 100% make Roy a dating app profile sometime after the Keeley rejecting both of them thing to try to help him move on and meet people when clearly he’s refusing to get back out there organically and he’d think he’s being so helpful and generous and the best wingman ever. He’d handpick what he considers the sexiest pictures he can find and put a bunch of shit Roy would never say thinking he’s being accurate and helpful and not even taking the clear opportunity to make a joke account to embarrass him or anything when he easily could have just made fun of him and chosen the worst pictures possible instead

And then he would be SO offended when it doesn’t go well when Roy finds out about it and is not properly appreciative at all

Roy thinks it’s Jamie’s account when he starts showing Roy girls like what do you think of her and asking him way too many questions when Roy has no interest in participating and has no idea why the fuck Jamie seems incapable of swiping without trying to get Roy’s opinions first. Meanwhile, Roy’s giving one word answers at first and then increasingly trying to brush him off when he doesn’t stop and then he’s just flat out like “Choose your own dates and leave me the fuck out of it” and Jamie’s like “Nah, this is your account. You should have a say” and instead of being grateful and appreciative and thanking Jamie for being oh so generous with his time and energy, Roy just scowls at him and growls out “You did not make a fucking Tinder profile for me” and Jamie just smirks and decides now is not the right moment yet to mention that he actually made him accounts on like three different apps because he wasn’t sure which Roy would like best

Roy barks at him to delete it and Jamie’s all whiny like “Come on, I spent a lot of time on these and you haven’t even considered it. Plus, even if you’re not ready to date someone yet, you’d still be less miserable to be around if you at least found someone to shag in the meantime”

And Roy’s like “Delete it. I don’t want a fucking Tinder profile.” And Jamie looks at him confused for a moment and then seems to have an epiphany as he goes “Oh, do you want a Grindr one instead? Hold on a second” and he flips to a different app and Roy’s too busy being baffled by the fact that Grindr is already on Jamie’s phone and that he’s having to sign out of his own account to try to make one for Roy to even stop him before he’s already trying to sign up for a new account and Roy goes “That’s not what I meant. I don’t want any dating app”

And Jamie pauses his typing and turns and looks at him so skeptically and so judgily and suddenly somehow Roy is trying to fight for his life trying to defend why he’s not looking for some random stranger to date or fuck around with

[lunar-years]

There are wayyy too many “Roy would NEVER say that, how ooc!!!” and inversely, “Roy Kent is now #canceled and I never want him to so much as look at Keeley ever again” takes and not nearly enough:

“Roy is a flawed human person whose insecurities have always plagued him and tonight they got the better of him once again. He has a lot of apologies to make but hey, tomorrow is another chance at greatness. Also, he should really really go to therapy :)” takes!

[pineappical]

in light of tedtrent becoming so real, im also jumping on the tedtrent epilogue 😊

there's just no way ted wouldn't keep in touch with the others (and have weekly zoom meetings just like in the christmas special) and I just love the thought of the whole team having reunions once in a while.

and going back to trent's arc in s3, the sunflowers conversation, "And your daughter?" "She's never been happier." I think it could go the same for ted.. we've never really properly saw how henry felt about his dad being in london, it's always other people that told ted his son misses him, who's to say henry would rather see his dad happy because that in turn would make him happy too? he was there to win the whole thing, right? I just know ted’s story isn’t done yet when he still hasn’t learned to let others take care of him in return and who else to pair him with than the man who blew up his career because a man was nice to him (and also because they were so. so cruel for the fakeout tedbecca scenes for that finale) 🥺

I'm no writer so just pretend these are snapshots of a slow burn fic where ted visits london for their team reunion and slowly realizes that trent has a crush on him and they kiss about it 💛

[wildsflag]

[waddingham]

every once in a while, they leave you behind — lost in translation.