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rebecca welton & river song trash ✨ ao3: hihoplastic
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
06.04.2025 13:03 — 👍 4 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0I don’t know what this means but you can talk to me!!!
06.04.2025 12:54 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0The angst phase continues… 😂
21.11.2024 18:02 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0You are so welcome!!!
21.11.2024 18:01 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0It’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.
18.11.2024 18:24 — 👍 15 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0
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?
18.11.2024 15:04 — 👍 8 🔁 0 💬 5 📌 0
