im an archaeologist from the future—i dug you up.
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rebecca welton & river song trash ✨ ao3: hihoplastic
fic: ted/rebecca. t. 12k words this chapter (18/?)
what if it's you and what if it's me (and what if that's all we need it to be)
archiveofourown.org/works/455165...
features: Rebecca as an art history nerd self-insert, a waitress from oz, a fat baby, and a gift
what if it's you and what if it's me (and what if that's all we need it to be)
archiveofourown.org/works/455165...
features: Rebecca as an art history nerd self-insert, a waitress from oz, a fat baby, and a gift
December 1, 2025 at 3:44 PM
fic: ted/rebecca. t. 12k words this chapter (18/?)
what if it's you and what if it's me (and what if that's all we need it to be)
archiveofourown.org/works/455165...
features: Rebecca as an art history nerd self-insert, a waitress from oz, a fat baby, and a gift
what if it's you and what if it's me (and what if that's all we need it to be)
archiveofourown.org/works/455165...
features: Rebecca as an art history nerd self-insert, a waitress from oz, a fat baby, and a gift
I tried to post the next ch of musicals today but ao3 said no 🥲 hopefully tomorrow! or whenever the witching hour ends
December 1, 2025 at 4:47 AM
I tried to post the next ch of musicals today but ao3 said no 🥲 hopefully tomorrow! or whenever the witching hour ends
and so it is the shorter story, no love, no glory, no hero in her sky // i can't take my eyes off of you, I can't take my eyes off you
April 6, 2025 at 1:03 PM
and so it is the shorter story, no love, no glory, no hero in her sky // i can't take my eyes off of you, I can't take my eyes off you
It’s all online: the song, the raucous cheer, her tipsy, “This is dedicated to my shitty ex-husband.”
The kiss she’d planted on Ted’s mouth at the end.
“You’re not upset?”
“I got no interest in keepin’ you secret.” He grins. “Just hopin’ your next tune ain’t Goodbye Earl.”
She laughs. “Wanker.”
The kiss she’d planted on Ted’s mouth at the end.
“You’re not upset?”
“I got no interest in keepin’ you secret.” He grins. “Just hopin’ your next tune ain’t Goodbye Earl.”
She laughs. “Wanker.”
Rebecca’s karaoke song ‘Happier than ever’ goes viral
November 21, 2024 at 2:39 AM
It’s all online: the song, the raucous cheer, her tipsy, “This is dedicated to my shitty ex-husband.”
The kiss she’d planted on Ted’s mouth at the end.
“You’re not upset?”
“I got no interest in keepin’ you secret.” He grins. “Just hopin’ your next tune ain’t Goodbye Earl.”
She laughs. “Wanker.”
The kiss she’d planted on Ted’s mouth at the end.
“You’re not upset?”
“I got no interest in keepin’ you secret.” He grins. “Just hopin’ your next tune ain’t Goodbye Earl.”
She laughs. “Wanker.”
He’s staring at a tree. Hands in his pockets, a faraway look in his eyes. When he sees her, his smile blooms.
Matthjis clears his throat. They shake hands. Talk a bit about the wedding.
“Well, I won’t keep you,” he says.
She doesn’t look back, but the desire keens anyway: keep me, keep me.
Matthjis clears his throat. They shake hands. Talk a bit about the wedding.
“Well, I won’t keep you,” he says.
She doesn’t look back, but the desire keens anyway: keep me, keep me.
a random encounter on the green
November 19, 2024 at 2:58 PM
He’s staring at a tree. Hands in his pockets, a faraway look in his eyes. When he sees her, his smile blooms.
Matthjis clears his throat. They shake hands. Talk a bit about the wedding.
“Well, I won’t keep you,” he says.
She doesn’t look back, but the desire keens anyway: keep me, keep me.
Matthjis clears his throat. They shake hands. Talk a bit about the wedding.
“Well, I won’t keep you,” he says.
She doesn’t look back, but the desire keens anyway: keep me, keep me.
He thought he knew her softness. With him, Henry. When the walls come down & all that’s left is her. But this—the infant cradled in her arms; her fingertip whispering over his cheek; lullabies from her lips like water—
His throat burns.
He’s never seen her smile so wide; her heart so swept away.
His throat burns.
He’s never seen her smile so wide; her heart so swept away.
soft rebecca (interpret however you see fit)
November 19, 2024 at 2:52 AM
He thought he knew her softness. With him, Henry. When the walls come down & all that’s left is her. But this—the infant cradled in her arms; her fingertip whispering over his cheek; lullabies from her lips like water—
His throat burns.
He’s never seen her smile so wide; her heart so swept away.
His throat burns.
He’s never seen her smile so wide; her heart so swept away.
The bottle clatters, her wrist throbs under the cast. “Sit,” he murmurs. He’s brought in a stool. Pumps oil onto his fingertips, wrinkles his nose. “This ain’t that snail mucus stuff, is it?” She laughs. He smiles, talks, step by step, so tenderly. When her tears fall, he kisses her cheeks clean.
Ted doing Rebecca’s hair/skincare for her!
November 18, 2024 at 6:24 PM
The bottle clatters, her wrist throbs under the cast. “Sit,” he murmurs. He’s brought in a stool. Pumps oil onto his fingertips, wrinkles his nose. “This ain’t that snail mucus stuff, is it?” She laughs. He smiles, talks, step by step, so tenderly. When her tears fall, he kisses her cheeks clean.
Thought I’d kick off this account with some fic?
November 18, 2024 at 3:04 PM
Thought I’d kick off this account with some fic?