#ted laso fan fiction
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Words: 2267
Pairing: Ted Lasso x Reader
Summary: Ted is determined to make the next day a good day. Which might have happened if Jamie Tartt hadn’t been recalled to Man City.
“[Y/N], it’s gonna be a good day, I can feel it.” Ted announced the next morning over breakfast. “Yup.” He nodded, attempting to solidify the good vibes. “The Team is finally thinking like a hive mind. We even got Jamie acting like he’s a part of the team and not just a one-man team. Heck you and me, we’re having breakfast together. I reckon nothing could ruin this day.”
“Careful Ted,” You warned him as you sipped your morning cup of tea. “You might jinx us.”
“Jinx-schminx.” He waved you off. “I don’t believe in jinxes or curses or any of them other Harry Potter words. Although being a Quidditch Coach might be cool. How often you reckon professional Quidditch teams draft coaches from the minor leagues? You think they’ll accept the resume of a Muggle coach?”
“I think that if Quidditch were a real sport, even if they weren’t open to the idea at first, you’d find a way to persuade yourself onto a team. You can be very charming when you want to be.” You told him.
The conversation continued from there with Ted asking what career you’d like to have from the Harry Potter universe. You told him you hadn’t given the idea much thought. You’d have to get back to him with an answer later in the day. So then Ted wanted to know if there were any other fictional jobs you’d like to have. You asked if Pokémon Trainer was the sort of answer he was hoping for.
“Yeah, I can see that.” He smiled. “You looking after a pack of adorable little monsters. Who’s your starter Pokémon?”
“Depends on the game.” Just like the day before, your thoughts turned to how easy it was to talk with Ted. How easy it was to be around him. Despite everything that had happened between you recently he still was one of your favorite people in the world. Ted Lasso was your person. Sitting across from him at the breakfast table the past two days had felt like coming home after a much-needed vacation. The kind of vacation that makes you appreciated what it is you’ve always had.
“You feelin’ okay, [Y/N]?” He asked.
“Hmm?” You hadn’t noticed how long you’d spaced out. “Sorry I was thinking about Pokémon.” You lied. “There’s just so. Many cute ones, it’s hard to decide.”
“I’d have to agree with you on that one.” Ted nodded. “Henry’s always been partial to Pikachu but I don’t know. I’ve never been able to pick just one myself.”
When you later met up with Beard for the morning walk, Ted circled the conversation back to Quidditch and Harry Potter carriers. Beard informed Ted that he would want no part of Quidditch. His dream Harry Potter career would be something more tangible than flying on a broom. He didn’t provide any more context than that. This prompted the assistant coach to ask if other fictional careers were on the line such as Ghostbuster or time traveler were on the list. This sparked a debate on whether or not time traveler was considered a career since there wasn’t necessarily a paycheck, but it could still be a lucrative venture.
This new debate lasted through the walk to Nelson Road and as the two coaches walked into their office. In their defense you were also wrapped up in the conversation, that’s why none of you noticed Jamie’s empty locker or his kit swinging from a hanger outside of it. You sat at your desks. You booted up your laptop and logged into your work email address. Beard reached for his playbook. Ted had just begun to lean back in his chair when Roy leaned on the door frame of the manager’s office.
“I’m not sure if the room’s general lack of panic means you’re equally as thrilled about the newest update to the roster or if it’s the more likely option that you haven’t heard about Jamie yet. Which is a shame.” The midfielder added. “I was almost starting to not hate him.”
“W-What happened to Jamie?” Ted asked.
“There’s an email from Rebecca. Looks like it went out to the whole team.” You noticed the email at the top of your imbox from the team’s owner. You read it aloud for Ted and Beard. “To the players and staff of A.F.C. Richmond, I am sending this memo to inform all of you that Manchester City has reclaimed their player which they had so graciously loaned us for the season. Effective immediately Jamie Tartt ‘s loan to A.F.C. Richmond has been terminated. I believe I speak for everyone at Nelson Road when I saw that we wish Mr. Tartt good luck on the remainder of the season. Yours, Rebecca Welton.”
“She most certainly does not speak for everyone!” Ted said getting up from his chair. “I mean, we had a real breakthrough with him last night. Y’all saw that right? I’m gonna go talk to her.”
Roy stepped aside as Ted charged out of the office door. You shot Roy a look, motioning that he should try to stop the Head Coach. He only shrugged in response.
“What did you expect me to do?” Roy asked, “Hold him hostage?”
“Yes!” You hissed at him as you stomped past. You chased after Ted and caught up with him in the hall. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Ted. There’s probably nothing you can do. If Man City recalled him our hands were tied.”
“No. I’m sorry, [Y/N] but I don’t accept that.” Ted shook his head. He took to the nearest staircase climbing the steps as fast as he could. “She’s the owner of the team. She could have stopped it if she wanted to. I need to find out why she didn’t.”
You were fighting hard to keep pace with him. You were nearly out of breath by the time you reached the top of the stairs. You were gasping for breath but managed to call out his name as he barged into Rebecca’s office with the door swinging open.
“Ted!” He ignored you.
“What’s going on?” Higgins asked, rushing over to you.
“Jamie’s gone…back to Man City.” You told him between gulped breaths. “Ted’s not…happy about it.” Any further explanation was unnecessary. You and Higgins could hear the entirety of Ted and Rebecca’s conversation from the hall.
“You got rid of Jamie?” The Head Coach questioned with an elevated tone.
“Man City recalled him.” Rebecca explained calmly. “I told you Ted; they were concerned he wasn’t playing.”
“I finally got through to him!” Ted shouted back. “I mean yousaw it. We all saw it. With him and Dani we had two aces,Rebecca.”
“I thought, that was what you wanted.” Rebecca replied ever as calmly as before.
“Yeah?” Ted continued to shout. “Well, you thought wrong!” There was half a beat where he seemed to catch himself and realize he might be overreacting slightly. “I’m sorry.” He tried to calm himself. “I’m sorry for my tone there, okay. That was rude. Look, I’m trying to be cool about this, but I am just seeing red everywhere.”
“Well perhaps you should leave before you say something you’ll regret.” Rebecca suggested. Ted began to nod in agreement. He then seemed to remember the small pink box in his hand. He rattled them like a maraca before placing the box on her desk. “Your biscuits. I hope they’re not as good as you usually are. But dang it! They’re the best batch yet! I finally cracked the recipe!”
He growled in frustration before stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Ted didn’t even look at you and Higgins. He stalked past you both and jogged down the stairs. You moved to follow after the Head Coach, but Higgins called out to you.
“I was wondering…that is um…there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.” Higgins fumbled over his words.
“Absolutely, I just…I’m sorry, but I think someone’s gotta keep an eye on the Coach. Just to make sure he’s not going around shouting at everyone one. This is his second time doing this in as many weeks. But I’ll come find you later, okay?” You didn’t wait for an answer before chasing after Ted.
You found him pacing outside of the locker room, tugging at fistfuls of hair on his head. You approached him slowly.
“So that happened…” You said quietly. He looked up. You weren’t sure if he was surprised you followed him or embarrassed about how he’d just been talking to his boss.
“You go on in, [Y/N], I just need a minute.” He said lowering his hands.
“I’m not going in there without you. We’ll take as long as you need.” You told him.
“I much appreciate it, [Y/N], but I think this might be one of those moments where us being alone together may actually be the opposite of helpful. Not because I don’t appreciate you or want your help but because…well right now just about the only thing I want is for someone to hold my hand and tell me that everything is gonna work out and it’s not appropriate for me to ask you to do that so…” His sentence trailed off.
“Ted, if you need some time, we can handle practice without you.” You said gently.
“No, I’m afraid me leaving early would send the wrong message to the team. I don’t want to make the other fellas think Jamie was right, that we can’t do this without him. We been playing great while he’s been riding the bench. The team’ll be okay. I just wish I’d had a chance to talk to Jamie myself before he left.”
Other players had begun to show up. This forced Ted to vacate the hall and migrate back into the Manager’s Office. When it looked like everyone had arrived Ted and Beard addressed the locker room letting them know that Jamie had been recalled to Man City and the game against Everton that weekend would be played without him. Ted then led the room through one of his classic feel-good speeches reminding everyone they’d been playing without Jamie for a while now.
With the locker room’s energy fired up, Roy led the team out onto the pitch. The team captain and the coaches went through training like normal. They ran all the same plays and drills and aside from a few changes in player positions hardly anyone noticed the absence of Jamie Tartt. When practice ended, everyone went their separate ways without anyone even asking why Tartt had been recalled.
“You were right.” Ted told you as you walked the small side street towards your apartment.
“About what?” You questioned.
“You said this morning that I was going to jinx us and I think I did.” He sighed.
“I also remember when you said you didn’t believe in jinxes.” You recalled.
“Well, maybe I was wrong.” Ted shrugged.
“Ted.” You stopped walking and placed a hand on his arm so that he would too. He looked over at you. “What’s the happiest animal on Earth?”
“A goldfish.” He smiled. “Because they’ve got a ten second memory. I’m not sure this is something I can be a goldfish about, [Y/N].”
“Goldfish don’t have a choice about being goldfish.” You continued walking and reached the apartment building before Ted seemed to recover from what you said. “I almost forgot, I wanted to ask for your help with something this morning. I need help hanging something. It should only take a minute.”
“I’d be happy to be of service.” He said following you into your apartment.
“Just something small for over the door. It’s in the kitchen, I’ll be right back.” You returned from the kitchen with a sheet of yellow construction paper. The middle had begun to fade and the edges had begun to darken from being taped up for so long. The word “Believe” had been written diagonally across it. Ted had a much larger handmade poster hanging above the Manager’s Office at the Dog Track but the one in your hands was the original. It had been taped over his door at the University of Kansas.
“You know on our last day at UK I went to take that off my door only to find it was already gone. I though the janitor or somebody must’ve thrown it out.” He told you with a low whistle.
“I was originally going to give it to you when we first got settled in and then my boxes had to go into storage, and you have that nice big poster now. I’d forgotten that I had this until I found it while I was unpacking.” You explained. “But since you’ve got the newer poster I was thinking I’d hang this one over my door so every day when I leave the flat I can remember, believe in belief.” You handed the paper and a roll of tape over to Ted.
“If this is a roundabout way of telling me to take my own advice, I got to tell ya, I am starting to get the hint.” Ted taped the sign above your main doorframe.
“Maybe. It could also just my roundabout way of telling you that I still want you to be one of the first things I think about in the morning.” You confessed. “Goodnight, Ted.”
“Good night.” He nodded. “See you at breakfast in the morning.” He started towards the door. “Oh and [Y/N]?” He looked over his shoulder. “You and Beard. You’re my two aces.”
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