#gloriousfemaleworrier

[ao3feed-tedlasso]

Something There

https://ift.tt/0mIKCex by gloriousfemaleworrier Yes, Ted left, but Rebecca is adamant that she is perfectly fine. (She allots herself exactly half an hour to cry each day; really, it's very professional of her, and quite convenient that she has suddenly switched to waterproof makeup.) She will get through this alone, because she is a lion, for god's sake. She is FINE. Keeley is absolutely not convinced and decides to set a few different plans in motion in an attempt to cheer her up, and, shocking absolutely no one, the quest for Rebecca’s happiness leads her directly to Ted. Obviously, they were best friends, but Keeley could swear that there just might be something else there, and whatever it is, Keeley Jones is going to figure. it. out. Words: 1518, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Keeley Jones, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Leslie Higgins, Roy Kent, Henry Lasso Relationships: Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton, Ted Lasso & Rebecca Welton, Keeley Jones & Rebecca Welton, Coach Beard & Ted Lasso, Coach Beard & Rebecca Welton, Leslie Higgins & Rebecca Welton, Coach Beard & Roy Kent, Coach Beard & Keeley Jones, Keeley Jones/Roy Kent, (background), Roy Kent & Rebecca Welton, Henry Lasso & Ted Lasso Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Fluff, trust me there WILL be fluff, Sad Rebecca Welton, Rebecca Welton Needs a Hug, Soft Rebecca Welton, Keeley Jones & Rebecca Welton Friendship, Protective Keeley Jones, Established Keeley Jones/Roy Kent, just in the background, Good Friend Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Coach Beard & Rebecca Welton Friendship, Coach Beard knows what's up, Supportive Roy Kent, Roy Kent & Rebecca Welton Friendship, Ted Lasso Needs a Hug, Protective Ted Lasso, you'll see i promise, References to Depression, Anxiety Attacks, Ted and Rebecca are Miserable, Post-Canon Fix-It, Fix-It, it's gonna be okay, Ted Lasso and Rebecca Welton are In Love source https://archiveofourown.org/works/52970803 January 11, 2024 at 11:20PM

[klynn-stormz]

Christmas Cheer - CS Secret Santa 2021

Merry Christmas @gloriousfemaleworrier!! I am your Secret Santa! I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you this past month. I hope you enjoy this present, it turned out a little differently than I was expecting it to be, but it’s a fun fluffy Christmas story. @cssecretsanta2020

AO3

Christmas Cheer:

When Emma had invited him to decorate for Christmas earlier in the month, he’d been ecstatic. Progress with her had been slow, but he wasn’t planning on giving up anytime soon. Killian had been through too much with her to give up. He knew now he’d wait a lifetime for her. Afterall, what was one lifetime when he’d lived so many over. Decorating had gone well. David had even joked with him a few times. He felt better knowing he was making progress there. Though Snow still seemed more aloof with him, he could tell he was softening her up. Henry had been, by far, the quickest to accept him. Perhaps it was because he’d been practicing sword fighting, or maybe it was the way he saw Killian cared for Emma, but he was more than willing to have the pirate around more often.

 After helping decorate, Killian had gone to the library to research everything he could about Christmas. It wasn’t dissimilar to the winter solstice celebrations he had seen a time or two during his travels. The main component of the holiday that he’d found was gift giving. He’d begun compiling a list of items right away, and enlisted Ruby to help him shop. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to find much of what he was looking for, so he decided to make it instead. It had taken him a day or two to gather all the items needed. Then countless hours making each one. He’d been working nearly day and night for weeks to finish the presents in time, which meant less time with Emma. She had been concerned at first, till he’d assured her everything was all right and it would make sense soon. Finally the night was here and all of the presents were done. He packed them up carefully in a bag and headed to the Charming’s loft.

 …

 The tree was lit with the beautiful lights and ornaments Killian had helped hang earlier that month. He hadn’t set foot in the loft since the day they’d decorated, and the effect of seeing everything after a few weeks was spectacular. There were garlands hung on the walls with festive ornaments and stuffed cardinals along them. Across the stand that held the television was piles of wool made to look like snow, sitting on them were miniature houses covered with more Christmas decorations. It was warm, almost uncomfortably so, and bright. Killian was sure he’d never been in a place that felt so cozy and safe. Emma brought him a hot chocolate from the counter and showed him where to sit. Her soft smile at him reminded him of their kiss earlier that week. He could still feel the softness of her lips and curve of her smile, and longed for it again. Everyone gathered on the couches, laughter and jokes were thrown around as Henry handed everyone a small stocking filled with small wrapped presents. Baby Neal was asleep in the other room, having been worn out from all the excitement.

 “On the count of three, everyone open only you’re stocking presents.” Henry declared, dumping his small pile on the floor in front of him. “One, two, three!”

 As they all began to tear into them, Killian was concentrating on using his hook to unwrap the first item without damaging whatever was inside. The first gift was a thin black pencil. His brow creased as he studied it.

 “It’s eyeliner.” Emma leaned over to whisper to him. “Mary Margret thought it might be easier, less messy, than using the kohl you have.”

 He was touched at the thoughtfulness of such a small gift. Henry was whooping over toy cars and candy, while Emma had perfume and gum in hers. He also received some candy, though not any that Emma had made him try so far. He found most of the candy in this land too sweet, but he was looking forward to trying some, hopefully with Emma.

 “Now for the real presents!” Henry rushed over to the tree and began handing out the gifts.

 Killian was surprised to receive a gift from each of the other four. He hadn’t been expecting to receive any, except perhaps Emma. He wondered what they could be, eager to open them and find out. Henry was practically bouncing off the walls as he outlined his plan for them to open the presents. One at a time, they would go around the room and choose one present to open.

 “Grandpa’s first.” Henry decided.

 David chose the small package from Henry first. It was a mug with the words, “Keep Calm and Grandpa will Fix it”. He was beaming with pride as he set it down, and thanked Henry with a hug. Mary Margaret also chose Henry’s present, it seemed they would be opening a gift from the same person each round. She received a vase with hers and the dwarfs cartoon versions of themselves printed around it. Delighted, she got up and quickly put some of the flowered decorations in the home in it and set it on the table. Henry’s gift to Emma was a beautiful Swan Bowl engraved with “Love you Mom”. Her eyes misted and she gave Henry a big hug. Killian opened his to find a beautiful painting of a ship at sea, sailing through a harsh storm while a ray of light broke through the dark clouds to shine on the ship. He thought of his Jolly wistfully, holding the painting close.

 He wasn’t sure if they’d planned it this way, but they were on the last round and only Killian’s presents were left to open. His last present was from Emma. He’d gotten a leather jacket from David and a small dagger from Mary Margaret. He opened the present carefully and found a simple note that said “tomorrow 2pm at the docks”, with a picture of a ship. He looked up at her confused, she seemed nervous and quickly explained.

 “I made a deal with Leroy after his last call. He’s agreed to lend you his ship anytime you want. I thought tomorrow we could go for a quick sail. The weather probably won’t be the best but…” She trailed off, watching him carefully.

 His throat closed and he reached to grasp her hand. “Thank you Swan.” His voice was rough with emotion, he’d never wanted to kiss her more than that moment, but with a room full of people, he’d have to resist.

 David broke the moment by declaring it was his turn. He turned the long package from Killian over carefully, studying it and feeling it’s weight. When he opened it, surprise lit his eyes. He pulled the leather sheath from the box and held it up for everyone to see. The pattern in the leather was delicate and strong, twisting vines wrapped around a castle, through trees and met at the bottom. He quickly got up to grab his sword and test the sheath. He raised impressed and slightly awed eyes to Killian and thanked him.

 “Look who’s awake to open his presents!” Mary Margret brought the baby out of the room and sat of the floor next to Henry. She grabbed Killian’s present for Neal and opened it. Inside was a small wooden boat, clearly hand carved and very well done.

 “Did you make this?” She asked surprised.

 “Aye.” Killian nodded. “All that I read suggested hand made presents would be acceptable if nothing could be found to buy.”

 “It’s beautiful.” Emma commented, leaning closer to look at the boat.

 “He’ll love it. As soon as he’s able to play with toys better.” Mary Margret set the boat aside and grabber her present.

 Inside she found a hand made bow and a set of 5 arrows. The bow was carved with the same pattern that David had on his new sheath. It was beautifully made and she could tell from the feel that it would suite her perfectly.

 Henry quickly ripped through his present. When he pulled out a very real sword, Emma’s brows creased in concern.

 “He’s too young to have a real sword.” Killian had been expecting that and was ready with an answer.

 “Aye, he is. But he’ll be practicing with David and I and be ready before you know it.” He turned to Henry. “It was your father’s sword when he was on my ship. I thought it right you have it. It’s one of the few things I took from my ship.”

 Henry’s eyes filled, he didn’t have anything from his dad. Nothing to remember him by. It was easy to forget, with how young Killian looked, that his father had spent time aboard the Jolly Roger when he was Henry’s age. Now he had something that he could feel, something to remind him and help him remember him. A glint caught his eye from the box and he pulled out the other present that lay there. It was a compass. Though it was old, the brass glinted like new. He turned it over in the palm of his hand, fascinated by it.

 “You’ll need something to guide your way when you’re on your own adventures.” Killian explained. Then startled as the young boy threw himself at him. Killian caught him and held tight while Henry whispered words of thanks into his vest. A glance at Emma revealed her soft smile, his heart thumped once and he hugged Henry a moment more before releasing him. This Christmas was turning out to be a perfect one.

 “Guess it’s my turn.” Emma said, pickup up her box.

 She ripped at the wrapping paper and tore open the box. She pulled out a large snow globe and stared. Everyone leaned forward to study the globe. Inside, seemingly floating through a light dusting of glitter, small objects spun around the glass. Each object was hand carved and painted. A small storybook, like the one henry had. A miniature replica of Storybrook. A ship that must have been the Jolly Roger. Her parents castle. In the middle of the globe, standing tall a proud, was a beanstalk, and on top of that beanstalk was a carved swan. Its neck bowed towards the bottom in an almost defiant stance. Emma finally looked up at Killian.

 “How did you do this?” She asked, holding the globe against her chest.

 “It wasn’t too difficult. Ruby was able to help me find all the supplies I needed.” His hand reached to scratch at his ear in embarrassment. “I just carved the figured and placed them in the globe. Tink was able to nick some fairy dust to help them float, that’s what the glitter is.

 Emma looked back down at the globe, then back to him. Carefully, she handed the globe to Mary Margaret to hold, then stood up. Unsure, Killian stood up as well.

 “If I’ve overstepped…” He began.

 “Shut up Killian.” Emma interrupted. Then quickly grabbed his jacket and pulled him to her.

 The kiss was sweet and long. The room fell away and it was only them. Emma’s arms wrapped around him as he grabbed her waist and kissed her back with everything he had. He put every emotion of love and happiness he could into it. Determined to show her just how much he cared about her in that one kiss. He wasn’t sure it worked until she pulled away and beamed at him. Maybe she wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but the love that shined in her eyes as she stared at him told him everything he needed to know. He would always fight for his Swan, she was worth everything to him. And in the Christmas lights and surrounded by a new kind of family, he knew he’d never fit anywhere more than here in his life.

[welllpthisishappening]

It's a blue line ficaversary!

Dude, this fic is my FAVORITE! MY FAVORITE, I SAY! Just generally, though, you are the best freaking author and I like your writing style SO MUCH. SO. MUCH. Like, I would probably sacrifice livestock in order to grab more fics from you as an individual. You're so cool.

Dude, you're my favorite! I can only imagine how annoying it is to hear/read me repeat myself so often, but it remains true:

I can never quite wrap my head around the idea that people enjoy Blue Line? Like, still? Guys, it's been so long. Grandchildren have been named! I have so many Spotify playlists. There are some things I really wish I could change about the story, but for the most part, this is my fandom heart and soul™, and so it always leaves me a little amazed that people are still into it.

Life's about to get real crazy in the next few weeks. More so than usual, actually, but I'm going to be back on a peak! fic-writing schedule again once things settle down a bit. So, I'm cautiously optimistic once the settling happens and hockey starts and I start feeling those sports feelings again, I'll be able to write a bit more.

Hopefully, no sacrifices necessary.

[elizabeethan]

Not a question, just wanted to tell you...

YOU ARE AN INCREDIBLE AUTHOR. Your work is incredible and really should be published and admired by masses of people. Your works are a huge part of reviving a fandom that I love! You write our favorite cute lil babies so beautifully and I absolutely love everything you've written. I also want to be friends with you.

Ummmmmm….

😭😭😭

I never want to lose this message. This is the sweetest nicest thing ever and it literally made my day. Sometimes the imposter syndrome gets ya. I definitely go through those phases of feeling like everything I write is shit (which is probably why I haven’t opened the doc for my novel in, like… a little while…) but then messages like these mean everything. I promise soon I’ll get out of my writing funk and finish my WIPs (looking at you, Coco 🫠), and hopefully finish my novel (my goal is by the end of the year!!) and when it’s done you’ll be the first to know because we’re best friends now 🥰🥰🥰

[let-it-raines]

Just wanted to use yet another method of reminding you that your fics are my lifeblood and you are a wonderful human being. also I Hope We Never See October is fantabulous, but you knew that. Now, Go forth! Create!

You are SO SO SO sweet! I’m sorry it took me forever to answer this, but it’s still just as sweet now as it was the first time I read it. 

But seriously. Thank you. Kindness is always appreciated, and you’re always full of so much of it!! I’m so glad you’re loving I Hope We Never See October, and I hope that you keep loving it!

[welllpthisishappening]

just so you're aware, your fics are one of my favorite things in the world. for real. like, they bring me an immense amount of joy. I thought you should know that. they make me feel like we're friends because your writing style is so friendly and informal and fun. so just know, maybe if you're feeling down, that your fics are getting me through high school and I want to be your friend. That's all!

It's important to me that you know: I screenshot this message, sent it to my husband, and the only thing I wrote when I sent it was not writing at all. It was just, like, six straight crying emojis. So, that's about where I'm at when it comes to reacting to this message. Which is so goddamn nice I almost cannot believe it's real.

THANK YOU.

I've mentioned it before—but I started a brand-new job in a (mostly) brand-new field earlier this year. And I came in feeling pretty good and mostly confident and I am... not not confident anymore, but the learning curve has been steep and the post-work exhaustion has been high and about all my brain has been able to process for the last six months is hockey and reading ridiculous rom coms. With very little time for writing. Of my own ridiculous rom coms. So, it means the absolute world to get something like this. When my brain is like do something productive, god while simultaneously being like nah, can't do that right now.

I have semi-high hopes of writing some more during the summer. I've made so many character playlists. It's honestly almost impressive. I should probably use those playlists as inspiration, or something. I'd also really love to finish that time travel history fic I started and posted one chapter of and then never updated.

(Also, we're totally friends now. So, mark that down.)

[elizabeethan]

your fics are actually helping me to get through high school. things suck and people are mean and I have terrible amounts of stress, but then I read your fics and I feel like maybe everything's gonna be okay. so. thanks for giving that to me.

Sappy post alert:

This means so much to me. I was in your shoes in high school, too. It’s not easy feeling crappy about going to school every day, where you spend so much of your time, and it can definitely wear you down. But as someone who probably had similar experiences to you, I can say that once you leave, it gets better. It’s easier to surround yourself with people who make you feel good and to stay away from people who make you feel bad. You’re still stressed (at least I am) but for the most part, you’re stressed about things that you actually care about, which helps. The world is a lot bigger than how it might seem right now, and that’s easier to recognize when you leave and have the chance to peruse things that align with what you want your life to be.

All this to say, everything is gonna be okay. I’m so glad my stories are helping you to see that, and I hope life proves it to you, too.