im an archaeologist from the future—i dug you up.

i let my guard down and then you pulled the rug // i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

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

Oh no!! I’m so sorry that’s so mean 😭 it’s up now though (for real)!!! 🩷

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

I don’t know what this means but you can talk to me!!!

The angst phase continues… 😂

You are so welcome!!!

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.”

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.

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.

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.

Text graphic that reads, “comment with a pic, quote, song, or other prompt and I’ll write you a tiny bluesky fic” and in the bottom right hand corner in smaller font it says, “Ted/rebecca or Rebecca-centric only plz I have brain rot”

Thought I’d kick off this account with some fic?