#* ╱ amelia speaks .

[thepettymachine]

Ansel Graves

What can I say, he has the face of an angel but the devilment of a punk with no bounds. He loves fixing stuff, being outside, fighting old broads in public, and playing his guitar. Maybe all that aggression can earn him the Grand Master rank in the martial arts.

After all, he is an heir.

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[ltlemon]

i genuinely believe i can link like every single podcast i know together with Something if i tried. all of them share an actor or a writer with each other. like they pass the same 15 or so people around like a blunt theres always Someone in there that youve heard before. Theres Always Someone And Its So Scary

[dotssu3]

jake english and jade harley omg

[kinky-cas]

the reason for all those “damn you guys weren’t lying, destiel IS real” posts is that from the outside, it is very hard to tell the difference between the grasping-at-straws of the successfully queerbaited, and the increasingly desperate arguments of fans being smoothsharked (straightsharked, if you will) by a tv network for over a decade.

[hjaopanses]

rewatching hfjone has made us realize that amelia is our real favorite

we fucking LOVE amelia. no. no. we shall not become her. refrain. -🌾

[bravenew-what]

I finally started to like Santos a little more when she caught the faker and nuked his phone in the bleach cleaner full of blood

[dailyblumity]

35. amelia's unmatched autistic swag

[2amelia-2bedelia]

I can't stop fucking thinking about Sulemio. The brainworms that up to interpretation yuri has given me are insane.

[metaphysicalesbianism]

Listened to 2 and a half episodes of Tmagp so far. I am deeply in love with Alice Dyer and I would bet actual money that Augustus is Jonah that rat fuck. Like just by the sound of that name already.

[ameliacf13]

Just in case you were wondering what kind of vibes Lia from Another Shitty SI Fic looks like.

Almost at 400k words and the ball is still rolling, summer is on its way, and I basically know everything that's going to happen between now and the end. A good time to jump on, if you're interested.

[againwiththeturtles]

in amelia's first appearance in book 3, she says "what have you kids been doing to the train cars?" and as the audience, and presumably as grace, simon, and perhaps hazel, we assume that she means all the vandalism and denizen murder. but she doesn't. she's talking about the glitch, and therefore about hazel. the problem is not that they've been making life hell for denizens--amelia doesn't care about that. she's supposedly reforming the train and herself, but she doesn't care about individual wellbeing. the problem is that they're trying to help hazel, not just a denizen, but a faulty one. grace, who has just realized she needs to change her worldview is being reprimanded by her idol for trying to help someone she normally would have turned on. and at first it seemed that grace & simon were about to see the actual consequences of their actions, or even some help to get back on the right track. but nope! the system is still broken, & their hero is an ex-dictator who doesn't care about them. and this is where the already depressing story of the cult of the conductor tips unavoidably into a tragedy. they have to save themselves, because between their own behavior and amelia's, they have cut themselves off from the people who are meant to be their allies. in their attempt to be strong in a frightening world, they have turned that paranoia into truth.

[sloppilyeatinggrapes]

oh my god wait. We are still not at medieval times with the amelia project. And arthur has been arthur all along... he isn't. King. arthur. right?

[cat-vase]

butch4butch charmelia 👍

[bonebuckets]

babe wake up new sherlock holmes adaptation just dropped. he’s actually jack the ripper and is voiced by Johnny Sims. also watson is immortal

[kinky-cas]

if you watch season 8 of supernatural and don’t come away understanding that dean is a practicing queer man (and written that way on purpose!) then I honestly don’t know how to help you.