#trent crimm fic

[flowerfan2]

Chapter 12 - which can also be read as a stand-alone fix-it to the finale.  Ted and Trent get their happy ending.  Read the entire story of episode codas from the beginning here.

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Trent straightens the remaining books on the table in front of him, and then stands and stretches.  It’s been a long day of signing, but he doesn’t begrudge a second of it, especially not here where every other person has their own personal story of Ted Lasso to share.

His book tour has only a few stops in the U.S., but there was never any question about whether it would include Kansas City.  The staff of the sprawling Barnes and Noble were prepared for a crowd, even handing out timed tickets in advance, as if a celebrity was coming.  And a crowd did appear, the line of eager fans circling the inside of the store and twisting back and forth like a queue at an amusement park.  

Trent’s favorite reader, however, has just entered the store, shaking hands with a few customers that stop him by the information desk.  Trent feels a shiver of excitement run through his body, and it only intensifies as Ted finally reaches him.

“Well look who it is,” Ted says, smiling broadly at Trent.  Before Trent can question whether it’s wise or appropriate or expected Ted has pulled him into a tight hug.  “I sure am glad to see you, sweetheart.”

Trent’s stomach is doing flip-flops, and it’s all he can do to reply through the sudden tightness in his throat.  “Me too.”

They’ve texted constantly since Ted left Richmond, and there have been phone calls and late night Facetimes but there’s nothing like having Ted in his arms, breathing in his scent, and hearing that voice speaking endearments into his ear.  It’s heavenly.

Read the rest of Chapter 12 on A03 here.

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso fic #Trent Crimm #Ted/Trent fic #Fix-it #Trent Crimm fic #Ted and Trent get their happy ending #And barbecue from Jack Stack because it's the best

[itsclydebitches]

Now that Colin is safe from the threat of a previously bully journalist outing him and can more objectively pick up on queer-coding cues in the club, who's going to write the fic where he goes full tedtrent conspiracy theorist, trying to figure out if Ted is available on his new mentor's behalf?

Oh Trent's got it BAD for the gaffer, this is perfect... yeah, yeah Coach has freaking HEART EYES whenever he looks his way! ... wait... shit... did Coach just say he's straight? fuck, oh no ... hold on, he 'WAS' a straight man? what are you now?? ... Roy says Trent went full dork on Coach and was glowing afterwards - though I think Roy said something more along the lines of 'Looked like there was fucking sunshine spewing out of his ass' - alright, alright, I think we're still on track!!

Colin, the second Trent walks into the room: You are a strong and capable man, Trent. You are not a piece of shit. Ted would be lucky to have you.

Trent: ??!!????!!!?

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #TedTrent #Ted x Trent #Colin Hughes #it's me #I want to write the fic #but I also want a minimum of fifty other people to write it too lol

[medecineformelancholy]

For Gemini by Jimsnose on AO3.

I was so very grateful to be asked to draw something for this lovely story. It's a Ted/Trent gala fic with some gorgeous dreamy imagery, sharp metaphors and as much angst as you can imagine (and it's so good!) And a happy ending as a treat.

Thank you Jimsnose for your amazing writing💜

#jimsnose #tedependent #ted x trent #tedependent fic #ted lasso fic #ted lasso #trent crimm #ted lasso fanart #ted lasso fanfic #fanart #art #my art

[pineappical]

Trent is breathing heavily, his lips slick, red. It makes Ted want to dive directly back in, kiss him again, but he controls himself. He wants to take his time in private, somewhere he can take Trent apart like he really wants to. “Did you know everyone thinks we’re already dating, just without the sex?” Ted asks. “Yes.” Trent says. He raises a snarky little eyebrow. “Was it meant to be a secret?” “And you really thought you didn’t have a chance with me?” Ted asks. His hand is still clasped in Trent’s, his hand settled on Trent’s waist, Trent’s hand is on his shoulder. He loves holding Trent like this, it’s what he had wanted to reach for every time he stood near Trent and his hands tingled - it feels right, perfect, fulfilling.

commission for @bahoreal's "number four was always you" fanfic which i adore SO MUCH!!!!!!! THANK YOUUUU 😭💛💛💛

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanart #tedependent #trent crimm #ted x trent #JAYYYY THANK YOU FOR THIS REALLY i had so much fun and this was such a huge honor because i LOVE LOVELOVE your fics so damn much i already #told you that BUT ILL SAY IT HERE AGAIN!!! WAAAHHHH #pn.art #GOD IM GENUINELY SO GIDDY TO POST THIS WAAH WAAAAAH #FOR TEDTRENT!!!!!!!!!! o7 o7 o7 #pn.comms

[politelymenacing]

We did it!

1,000 works.

#i say 'we' when i haven’t actually posted any of my wips but shhh #tedependent #tedtrent #ted lasso #trent crimm #ao3 #ted lasso fic

[robottheodorlasso]

Hai this fic was so up my ally I got inspired and drew what was probably happening during Keeley and Trent’s smoke break

#TRENT’S GOING THROUGH IT OFF SCREEN #For now I’m just gonna tag this as #tedependent #trent crimm #And tag the rest later #Oh the woes of the main character also being the name of the show #also not tagging it with Keeley yet bc… I dont need to subject Keeley stans to this rn HNEVSHS #My art #ANYWAYS THANKS OP I ADORED YOUR FIC

[caslutz]

canon divergence tedtrent au where instead of ted sleeping with sassy in liver pool, ted sleeps with trent. it’s not a stretch to say trent would be there to watch the game as many other reporters were, and not even that far of a stretch to say he was staying in the same hotel. they run into each other soon after the team gets there and of course ted lights up seeing trent and trent blushes about 10 different shades of red. after the game and singing the divorce papers ted goes down to the hotel bar where he finds trent, and ted’s just vulnerable enough to act on that little part of his brain that has always been attracted to men (especially trent, since he had met him.)

ted freaks out after they hook up, much the same in canon, however it’s for a few more reasons. for one, trent is probably the first man ted has ever been with that seriously, and the first time since like college, and secondly it is right after he divorced michelle so there’s that guilt, and third, he really really likes trent. ted talks to the newly formed diamond dogs about his predicament (using very vague terms as to keep both his and trent’s privacy) and decides that he is allowed to want things, especially this.

ted doesn’t see trent again after that until the next press conference. (the next one that is shown in the series is 1x9, which is probably about a couple weeks after 1x7) ted, excited to see trent again makes a point of answering his questions with a smile, and catches trent after the conference to officially ask to see him again. I just love the idea of ted and trent having been hooking up since season one and having a messy on and off again relationship because they’re middle aged divorced dads and they’re figuring it out!!

now i probably won’t write this but if any tedtrent writers got inspired by this, by all means you should write it lmao, that would be very fun, i would read 100%

#just something silly to think about #it would also explain why ted be baking his daughter birthday biscuits #because how does ted know his daughter? #a little sus to me #ted lasso #trent crimm #ted lasso x trent crimm #ted x trent #tedtrent #tedependent #fic prompt #head cannon #text post #oc

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this really stupid idea in my head that im frankly a little obsessed with and the idea is this: trent crimm doing a drunk history episode on ted lasso's first tenure at richmond. is that how drunk history works? i don't think so. do i care? absolutely not. it's a special episode who cares because this image is not only hysterical to me but treasured. i treasure this image. i hold it close in my heart and also laugh and laugh and laugh.

#ted is played by what is very visibly a butch lesbian in a huge fake mustache. #roy is inexplicably played by himself in a wig. #ternt drunkenly and passionately explaining this whole thing. he says his own line and the trent actor (who also has a wig) gets to act it #trent waving his hands as he's explaining all this. the host being like 'not very often we get to have someone include the part where They #come into the story' and trents like [dorkiest finger guns] #also yes i said first tenure bc this scenario lives in post canon fantasy fix it land where ambiguously ted comes back to richmond #at some point. and also both bc my tedependent heart is obsessed and bc it's really funny #marries trent. just bc i want this to end with trent--hammered and pleased as punch--being like AND THEN I MARRIED HIM!!!!! #[falls back on couch happily] :) #also in the line of that great 5+1 social media fic #by jessjessthebest. a sequel thats just like a youtube video like #'we made ted lasso and trent crimm watch that episode of drunk history about them' and trent is just. head in hands the whole time. #ted is DELIGHTED. #anyway i rotate this in my brain fucking DAILY. it's so goddamn funny to me. #ted lasso #tedependent #tedtrent #trent crimm #the line in question being 'is this a fucking joke' i just realized i did not clarify that #no but really im obsessed with this it's so fucking funny #also any image trent had left of being a ruthless ex journalist is thoroughly ruined #all of his former colleagues have seen him and drunk and giggling and fully admitting what he was thinking at the time and oh boy #hes a disaster <3

[lilalbatross]

aw shit guys season 3 leaked early (insp)

#ted lasso #colin hughes #jan maas #richard montlaur #isaac mcadoo #coach beard #roy kent #trent crimm #rebecca welton #no YOU'RE procrastinating on a fic

[agentbootyreportingforduty]

THE PICTURE TED HAS FOR TRENT’S CONTACT??? grandpa ass selfie

#CONFIRMATION THEY TEXT ON THE REGULAR EXACTLYYY #someone write the fic where he takes a photo to set it as his contact and it’s adorable and I cry #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso season 3 #ted lasso #trent crimm #tedtrent #ted x trent #tedependent #jason sudeikis #james lance

[melancholicmaxine]

Enough for me. (Roy Kent x Fem!Reader)

pairing: (Coach) Roy Kent x Fem. reader

word count: 824 words.

warnings: roy being sad/doubting himself, roy x reader fluff, reader comforting roy, slight sexual themes suggested (near the end), roy hating on trent crimm

a/n: hi!! this is my first ever fic so... pls be gentle. this fic is based on season 3 episode 2 of ted lasso. thanks for clicking on my post out of the millions, i appreciate you :)

summary: roy comes home, frustrated and in need of some comfort after a confrontation with trent crimm about the column he wrote on roy's premier league debut.

It was a normal day- mundane if anything. You had not too long ago returned home from work, now lazily being slumped over the couch scrolling on social media. Your shared home with the newest coach of AFC Richmond was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Roy, you expected, would be home soon, probably coming through the door stringing curses together. Something of course happened at work, the only question was who exactly he would be pissed at this time.

Just as the scenario of an angry Roy played in your head, he walked through the door. You chirped up, happy to see him after a long day, when you noticed the down look of his face. It was less angry and more...disappointed? "Hey, Roy" You spoke, gently due to the unawareness of what was happening. As you stood up and walked toward him, his eyes planted on the ground, you noticed closer the expression splayed on his face. His brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be in a deep solemn thought. It was only when you lightly touched his harm that he seemed to snap out of his thoughts.

You offered him a comforting smile, "You alright? Talk to me." After you spoke, you moved behind him, beginning to take of his coat. "I don't know." He finally spoke, his tone being gentle. Silence filled the air for a brief moment until he spoke again, "Can I ask you something?" He was now meeting your gaze. "You know you can."

"Do you think I'm good? Like, good enough?" What? A puzzled look fell over your face, and he spoke again before you got the chance to. "I don't know- fuck. It's hard to explain." His gaze diverted once again, now focusing on his fingernails he softly picked at. "Roy, I'm not sure what's going on, but you can talk to me. What happened today?"

"Today was fucking fine. It was normal until that prick Crimm had to interfere." he paused, alternating his eyes from you and the floor, "It's bad enough he prances around the fucking place like he owns it, but today he just had to come talk to me and shit." He picked at his fingernails, a little rougher this time, and you could tell he was wallowing in a mixture of hate for both Crimm and what had gone down today.

You knew he wasn't very fond of Crimm, but not exactly why. You had always figured it was because he was a-in his words-pretentious dick. But this was deeper than that, you just had a feeling. You shot Roy a concerned look. He slowly reached for his wallet and drew out a slip of paper, placing it in your hand and urging you to read it.

What welcomed you was a small excerpt claiming "Newcomer Roy Kent is an overhyped, so-called prodigy whose unbridled rage and mediocre talent rendered his Premiere League debut a profound disappointment.” As soon as you read it, you shot Roy a sad glance. You were angry for him, not believing someone had the will to write such negativity.

"Crimm wrote that." He paused to take the small slip out of your hand. "I was 17, and I had just started playing. Seven fucking teen." He gritted his teeth, grimacing. You rubbed his arm, waiting for him to start again. "I have been living my life since then feeling like I was shit. Then today Crimm revealed he did it just to be 'edgy' and make a name for himself."

Not knowing exactly what to say, you continued to rub his arm. "Roy I'm so sorry. I can't imagine the dejection you’ve been feeling all these years.” He gave you a weird look, a mixture of solemn and happy.

“You know what I really can’t believe? I kind of want to forgive his ass.” You were shocked at what you could assume was Ted’s influence. “Really?” He nodded. “As much as I don’t want to fucking admit it, yeah. He was trying to do his job I guess. I just wish he would have picked on..some other prick, I don’t know.” He was now stifling chuckles, just as shocked from the situation.

“You know what Roy?” you spoke, not breaking eye contact. “Hm?” He tilted his head. “I’m proud of you for coming to that conclusion. You could have blown up, yeah? Been angry, upset. But you handled it all well.” Your graze moving up from his arm, now on his cheek. A good minute passed as you enjoyed holding his rough face.

He leaned down to kiss you. It was gentle and sweet, spreading a honeyed heat through your being. He continued placing small kisses on your face, your neck. Slowly turning into esurient nibbles.

“I fucking love you.” He spoke through kisses.

“I love you too.” You felt him smile against your skin. “And Roy?”

“Mhm?”

“You will always be enough for me. Always.”

#ted lasso #roy kent #roy kent x reader #trent crimm #ted lasso fic #apple tv #fanfiction #trent #crimm #roy #kent

[medecineformelancholy]

“You’re still wearing a Santa hat,” Trent whispered loudly as they waited for the door to open.

“It’s still Christmas, last time I checked,” Ted replied. 

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I know I know it's late for Christmas - but here is my gift to @rngaredead for their lovely story My Day With You was a Roller Coaster and I’m Getting Back in Line. I cannot describe with words how much it lifted my spirits during this holiday time. Do you want some fluffy and then angsty and then heartbreakingly tender Tedependent? Go read What Happens After series!!!

Hope everyone is having amazing holiday time❤️❤️❤️

#rngaredead #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic #tedependent #tedependent fic #trent crimm #ted lasso #ted lasso fanart #art

[pineappical]

companion piece to @ashesandback's fic "you'll fit so nicely (you'll keep me intact)" GO READ IT!!!!! (note that its a smut fic btw!)

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanart #trent crimm #tedependent #ted x trent #BWUHHHH ASSSHHHH IM LOSING MY MINDDDDDDDDD #I WANTED TO DRAW SOMETHING SAUCIER FOR IT AND I WILL I WILL I WILL SOON!!!! #pn.art #also ohmy god hi. i havent been posting in a while because all ive been drawing are mostly nsft LMFAOOOO THIS IS JUST THE LESSER SAUCE #ILL POST THEM TO MY AO3 SOON I PROMISE #ash im literally going to be screaming to hell and back in ur dms after im done rendering this fic into atoms WAAAAHHHHHH #ILYYYY THANK YOU FOR DOIGN THIS FOR MEEEE IM GOING TO BAWL #ALSO ASK TO TAG IF THIS IS TOO SUGGESTIVE WITHOUT TAGS #THIS IS UM. UM. UMM... HI. i have so many more wips on the way but this fic has me by the NECK SOOOO ANYHOO

[princebenvi]

And in that moment, well. It was all worth it, wasn’t it?

i. have so many thoughts about trent. james lance saying his father was hard on him, expecting him to be like roy kent: macho, strong, good at football. him deciding that he would simply have to ignore is sexuality for the time being, it would be impossible for him to get and maintain a respectable job in the world of football as a gay man. pushing it down, repressing, hiding something so intrinsic to himself, ignoring the men that make his stomach tumble and a smile quirk at the corners of his mouth.

meeting his wife. he really figured it would be fine for a time, and when he voiced his doubts, his deep voice uttering the facts he’s been ignoring his whole life only for his wife to say that “everyone gets cold feet, this is your first relationship, of course you’re nervous.” resolving to continue, to try harder.

the birth of his baby girl. holding her small frame, his wife, tired, fast asleep while he holds her. feeling her breathing under his hands.

and in that moment, well. it was all worth it, wasn’t it?

here she was, his daughter. she was here, and he wouldn’t fail her. he’d do anything for her.

and he tried his best, but it’s hard to pretend you’re something you’re not. he kept up his cold walls and his put together exterior and as his daughter grew, so did his sadness. his marriage grew strained, and he knew it would begin to impact his daughter sooner or later.

and then he met ted, and there really wasn’t any fighting that particular storm, was there? ted was a bright light in what had grown to be such a cold and dark world, and the moment he said his intentions with the team, his beloved team, that he wanted to help them be the best people possible while understanding that many grew up feeling unsupported and left behind, he knew he couldn’t fight anymore.

coming out the second time was easier, in a way. and yet, so much harder, because he knew what he was giving away.

“you’re not giving me away, trent.”

trent didn’t cry much anymore. he did then, though.

and in the end, what he gained was so much more than what he lost.

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#I COULD WRITE ESSAYS ABOUT TRENT CRIMM #I COULD I REALLY COUKD #ted lasso #trent crimm #tedependent #not explicitly but know that it’s there #trent crimm’s daughter #crimmlet #eloise crimm #princebenvi #ted lasso fanart #art #artists on tumblr #my art #illustration #ted lasso fic #ficlet/drabble #<333

[itsclydebitches]

A new stupid Ted Lasso drabble? Oh worm? 👀

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

It was too early for this shit.

Roy turned to find Ted staring intently at his computer screen, with Twitter—no fucking wonder he was losing his mind at 7:00am— encroaching on the Richmond desktop. Across from him Beard licked his thumb and deftly flipped a page of The Secret Garden. Had they planned this?

“Yes,” Beard said, not bothering to look up. Ted let out an explosive breath and smiled, like Beard’s promise of worm devotion meant fuck all when they had actual shit to do. Keeley was still waiting on a statement. Rebecca had a small library for them to sign. Higgins— Roy shuddered—wanted to talk finances in half an hour.

Which meant that instead of prepping for any of that in any way, Ted’s gaze crept towards him.

“Fuck no,” Roy barked.

Ted pouted. No, no, if Phoebe couldn’t sway him with doe-eyes at the tender age of six then Ted Bloody Lasso wasn’t going to do it around a fucking mustache. Roy set his teeth against the sliver of an apology trying to force its way out. “You’re a worm,” he said, as if that explained it all. Because dammit, it did.

“What kind of worm?”

Head jerking, Roy schooled his look of betrayal at Trent taking this seriously. He had his glasses off and everything, tap-tap-taping against his mouth as he stared contemplatively up at the ceiling.

“Uhhh...” Ted consulted the digital hellfire, but apparently no answers were offered up. Figures. “I don’t know. Just a worm? Are there a lot of ‘em?”

“Oh yes. Well over twenty-thousand last I checked.”

Roy twitted involuntarily. Twenty-fucking-thousand? And how the hell did Trent know that? Was he the goddamn worm whisperer? Made sense, given what a spineless pest he was.

Not anymore a voice whispered, sounding suspiciously like Ted. Yeah. Fine. He’d changed or what-fucking-ever. Roy growled and resigned himself to a worm lecture as penance.

“Worms are as varied as any species,” Trent was saying, curdling Roy’s stomach with every word. He took his pen out, mindlessly twirling it as he gathered his thoughts. “Silkworms, tapeworms, the humble earthworm. They seem quite simple on the surface and yet they’re a vital part of our ecosystem. Forget the bees; remove the worm and you risk a near total collapse of our agriculture. Ah, and did you know that the leech is a worm? Certainly they’ve been invaluable to the medical community as a natural anticoagulant. Science will always advance, but sometimes all you need is a good old-fashioned blood sucker—”

“Stop,” Roy groaned, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Trent glanced over, one eyebrow raised.

“The point—sorry, my editor is always on my case for ‘overly verbose prose.’ As if she’s one to talk with those emails—the point is that if you were a worm, Ted, you would remain just as valuable a member of society as you are now. Of course we'd still love you. And why shouldn't you remain a part of our lives? I would determine your species and then set about finding a suitable environment for you. One that, hopefully, we would all be able to visit with frequency. However, if you’re a tube-worm I’m afraid you’re, well, shit out of luck, if I’m allowed to be crass. None of us are going anywhere near a hydrothermal vent and that’s even if I knew how to swim. Most land-living species would be doable though.” Trent bit his lower lip, considering. “If you were a worm I’d research everything I could about your nutrition, enrichment, life cycle. Given the magical nature of these events—I assume in this hypothetical you weren’t always a worm, yes?—I would take steps to ensure you were well looked after, should your life extend past mine. Luckily, Amelia already had a fondness for all things creepy and crawly, so I’m sure she’d be thrilled to receive you in the will. In the same vein, I’d use whatever contacts I still possess to connect with the leading researchers in Nematology and Helminthology, see if we couldn't find some way to communicate with you. I have no qualms about you being a worm, Ted, but I would miss our chats.” Trent smiled, a little wistfully, and then shook himself like a man coming out of a dream. “Why do you ask?”

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Roy said, thunking his head down on the keyboard. Whatever these two nerds had going on he needed to bottle it and sell the shit. He'd make a fortune.

Ted let out a strangled noise. “No reason,” he said, clearing his throat. “That’s a mighty kind offer of yours, Trent, and I do appreciate it. Yes, ma'am, I do. I suppose you could say I—”

“Don’t,” Roy growled.

“—wormed my way into your heart?”

And he was done. Nearly tripping himself in his haste to leave the office, Roy unfortunately still saw the high-five Beard gave Ted—complete with a “Booya!”—and the heart eyes Trent was sending his way, fierce as fucking laser beams. Honestly, they were disgusting, the lot of them.

Still, that question was going to haunt him now...

“Wonder if Keeley and Jamie would love me if I was a worm,” Roy muttered, ignoring the look Higgins cast him and the question of where he was off to with their meeting on the horizon. Fuck finances. Worms didn't care about finances.

Roy took a right towards the exit, towards KJPR, and hopefully an answer half as romantic as the dork's.

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #Ted Lasso fic #Roy/Keeley/Jamie #apparently I enjoy writing Roy suffering from Tedependent nonsense lol #also is there a ship name for that disaster trio? #they deserve one