TedTrent

by mardia

Ted Lasso: Schrodinger's Witch.Or, the one where AFC Richmond are leading the Premier League table, and Trent Crimm and the rest of the British press are slowly losing their minds as a result.

by AuntieClimactic

“Hello? Yes, this is Trent Crimm, The Independent. I’ve got a bit of an emergency and need Coach Lasso’s mobile.” Trent paused, brow furrowing in irritation. “Well, his son is currently standing in my office, in my newspaper building, which is filled with bloodthirsty journos. Could you make an exc

by leupagus

from: [email protected]to: [email protected]subject: Re: what the heck spell checkCoach Lasso,I can assure you that my transfer has nothing to do with your club's relegation, nor is there anything that Richmond has done in error. Rather, I have spoken with my editors and we’ve agreed that this is th

by wellprince

“Well,” Trent said, and smiled self-deprecatingly. “He accused me of having an affair.”“Oh come on now. That’s bull shit.” Now Ted was angry; you could tell because he dragged the word bullshit out into two long pulls, like a mouthful of licorice. “Who the hell would you be having an affair with?”“A

by AuntieClimactic

Trent glared heavenward, spitting out his confession through gritted teeth. “I may like him. As a person.”

by orphan_account

The sight is so bizarre, so out of place that for a minute, Roy’s not sure what he’s looking at. Trent (Crimm, the Independent) looks just as shocked as Roy feels. He’s wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, stupid hair ridiculously mussed, and he’s holding a mug of steaming coffee.

by mardia

“I’m sorry, you’re what?” Rebecca’s staring at him as though he’s announced his plans of robbing a bank. “You’re going out to dinner with Trent Crimm? Trent Crimm, formerly of The Independent? That Trent Crimm?”In retrospect, sharing his dinner plans when Rebecca asked what he was doing tonight migh

by AuntieClimactic

Forty-seven years old was an embarrassing age to have a sexual awakening.

by orphan_account

“I can’t send this to the publisher,” his agent announces, before Trent can even say hello. “Are you serious, Trent? If this is some sort of joke, I don’t get it—”“It’s not a joke,” he says levelly, pouring himself a second scotch. “I’m being professional, that’s all. If I wrote a book about my moth

by heydoeydoey

“Now, I know the deal was I’m supposed to call you with an on the record scoop, but it seems silly to hang up just to call you back.”“You’re willing to go on the record?” Trent reaches for a pen.“Not just me. Turns out this team gets spitting mad over things like invasions of privacy and Rebecca wou

by Wildgoosery

“Ted,” Trent says, lingering on the consonants. “You cannot possibly be this dense.”

by IneffablePareidolia

“Yeah, well,” Ted says ruefully, gingerly touching the cut on his forehead, “I figure if they didn’t like the team being written about by a ‘you-know-what,’ imagine how they’d feel knowing one was coaching them.”Ted groans as he gets down to his feet. “I’m gonna go check on Roy—unless there’s anythi

by trentcrimminallybeautiful (biDEMONium)

In the locker room, Coach Lasso kisses their resident emotional support biographer, casual-as-you-please, and then leaves like nothing happened. Chaos ensues and the entirety of the club somehow gets involved. Trent wishes for the sweet release of death.

by rockinhamburger

Cold, abject horror washes over Trent as he stares at his phone screen, as the dots connect and the mortifying picture is made clear. He has accidentally texted Ted Lasso. And Ted Lasso has texted him back.Or, a story of how two people find each other and encounter the spark.

by monsterbate

What’s really a problem is this: Ted Lasso has never lied to Trent before. He’s been evasive and circuitous. He’s been silly and distracting. He’s been tangential and vague. But he has never outright lied—a rare thing, a precious thing. Something Trent has begun to look forward to, to desire as some

by heydoeydoey

As far as Trent is concerned, Bantr is mostly a necessary evil.Ted mostly only signed up for Bantr to stop seeing Keeley’s disappointed face every time she asked him about it.

by heydoeydoey

Roy looks at Ted like he has three heads. Beard looks at Trent like he knows exactly what’s going on here. Trent looks at Ted, beaming up at him, and sits.

by booksplease

Trent smiles. “Oh yes. Second row, left side is ideal. Why do you think you called on me first so often?”Ted swallows. He thinks of seeing Trent in that first press conference, the streak of silver in his hair, the smile that seemed to always be tugging on one side of his mouth. He thinks about

by heydoeydoey

Keeley almost never needs to worry about what's happening with Ted on social media.

by Bedalk05

Trent doesn't have the temperament to be a mentor. But when a football star has the brilliant idea to make out with his boyfriend where any passerby could spot them what's a Tired Gay to do?