Let me make this as monosyllabic as possible.

Amelia Smollet | 25 i'd rather you not ask me why i've come to this place. i try not to think about it much.

[the-mightygadget]

Liquid Courage || Gadget&Amelia

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the-mightygadget‌:

A superhero? Now that was a first. She’d been called an angel, an absolute goddamn miracle, and a few other choice things. But a hero? Nah. She wasn’t a superhero at all. She was just good ol’ Gadget Hackwrench, mechanic extraordinaire. 

“If you’re tryin’ to make me blush, you’re close to makin’ it happen,” Gadget teased as she took a sip of her drink. “And, straight tequila is good. But I have to ask what you’re tryin’ to do because damn. Straight tequila? That’s asking for a night that’s crazy and probably not gonna be remembered.” Not that Gadget was judging at all. There’d been plenty of nights where her drink of choice had been something stronger. Something that was going to get her fucked up quick and keep her that way well into the evening.

Amelia was feeling a little bit insane. 

She’d been having these nightmares for weeks and it was like she didn’t know her life anymore. In some of them, she’d be a kid, but she didn’t recognize her parents because their faces were all blurry, but she knew they weren’t her actual parents. She could tell that just by their outlines. 

Then, in others, she was alone with her mother and her mother was always sad, but Amelia didn’t know why and she couldn’t help her. Sometimes they were completely nonsensical. Sometimes she was in the ocean, but she wasn’t drowning. Sometimes she was in what could only be described as hell but nothing was coming after her. She was just alone and confused. 

Dreams had to come from somewhere, she’d read, but where the fuck were these coming from? 

Anyway, all of that to say Amelia wasn’t feeling her most stable. That’s why, when Gadget mentioned Amelia making her blush, Amelia did the only thing she could think of at that moment. 

She leaned over and kissed the woman, tequila still wetting her lips. Maybe kissing would make everything go away. 

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Girl Time | Ametina

Amelia, what with her nightmares and broken down cars and working nonstop, hadn’t been by to see Attina in a few weeks and she’d begun to feel like a terrible friend. Also she was pretty sure that Percy and Attina were back together now and she had a very strong urge to gush to Attina about that. And about Vinny, of course. Not that there was anything too special going on with that. She was just--Vinny was a lot of fun and she’d beaten him at paintball just like she said she would and she thought her friend might want to hear that story. 

In short, Amelia needed some good old fashioned girl time. Which was why she was showing up at Attina’s door with cookies (Attina’s own recipie, if not as well-executed), and a smile. 

She knocked on the door and held out the platter, excited to see her friend. 

@attina-the-responsible

[the-mightygadget]

Liquid Courage || Gadget&Amelia

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the-mightygadget‌:

Part of Gadget felt a little bad accepting a drink from Amelia. It was easy to see she was more than a little tipsy, certainly feeling herself. But at the same time, that was usually when people started offering to buy drinks for others. So was it really taking advantage as much as it was keeping someone happy? Not that Gadget would decline. She was already feeling slightly well herself. Her Green Fairy was almost empty and one more would definitely put her in the same place as Amelia.

“A Green Fairy. Not too sweet and not too strong. I think Tink, the previous owner, came up with it. It’s kinda like her,” she replied easily as she moved to sit next to the other woman. She wondered idly if Amelia would like it. Maybe. If only Gadget knew more about the woman next to her. Kind of a perfect opportunity to do so.

She waited for the bartender to return with her new drink before turning and watching Amelia for a long moment. “What are you drinking? Strong? Sweet? You know a drink tells a lot about a person.” A tease more than anything else but still a valid point in Gadget’s eyes.

Amelia laughed. She didn’t know what her drink would say about her. Maybe that she was a little too serious about getting drunk? She definitely wasn’t messing around that was for sure. 

Things had been a bit odd for her lately. She’d been having strange dreams--not exactly nightmares, but strange--and they left her feeling uneasy most of the time. Any moment when she could blur the lines around her life was a good moment and that was the reason for the tequila. 

“Straight tequila. I know it’s not elegant, but it certainly gets the job done,” she said. She paid for Gadget’s drink and smiled at her. “How was your day, Gadget? Did you single-handedly ensure the town of Swynlake was still up and running and able to get around? Fixing cars makes you sort of a superhero, you know. The kind people don’t appreciate until they need you.” 

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a new friend | bomb voyage texts

Vinny: yeah big dogs are nice. I have a decent sized poodle. More to hug right?

Vinny: okay good. And make sure you exercise them plenty regardless.

Vinny: doesn't have to be a working dog to need some good walks.

Amelia: ooo what about an akita? he's so pretty!

Amelia: he smells like shelter though so i'm going to need to find a good grooming place ;)

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a new friend | bomb voyage texts

Vinny: I do. I happen to have a dog.

Vinny: not to mention a business dealing with them.

Vinny: well what do you want to be able to do? How much time have ya got?

Amelia: I have a pretty decently sized yard and i go for walks all the time so i think i'd be okay getting a big dog right i like big dogs

Amelia: plus it would be nice to have a big dog around at night

Amelia: my work schedule is pretty regular too so it's not like i'd have to leave him alone a lot i'd be a good dog mom

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a new friend | bomb voyage texts

Amelia: I feel like you know about dogs.

Amelia: do you know about dogs?

Amelia: what dog should i get?

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A Little Help | Open

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deb-the-damsel‌:

Honestly? Deb saw her outrageous spending kind of like revenge. Her parents- who had still refused to reveal where exactly their opinions on magicks lay- hadn’t cut her off, but also hadn’t really tried to talk to her again since their last video chat, which– was forever ago. So she just kept spending their money however she wanted.

“Yeah! I know it’s a lot!” Deb laughs, “but it’s the first time I’ve ever been abroad so I wanted to buy dumb tourist stuff! Plus! I went with my boyfriend and he surprised me with the trip so the packing I did do was like, last minute just throw some stuff in a bag- then when we got there I realized I’d be meeting his parents!” Now that she has less bags Deb manages to fumble the ones she does have around so one is slung over her shoulder and she can carry the other two. “So obviously I needed a new outfit for that! Thanks for your help, by the way. I’d have called Phil or Shirley but my phone is like at the bottom of one of these- plus I’m not sure if they’re home.” She shrugs and starts walking, assuming the other will follow. “I’m Deb, too. I don’t live far- in The Woods, that gated community.”

Amelia could understand that. It was a  weird thing to think because she was only 25, but she felt that this was what being young was all about and just because she’d missed her time to do crazy impulsive things like this didn’t mean she should begrudge others their youth. It sounded fun. An impromptu trip to New York? Souvenirs? What a good time. 

She smiled at Deb and nodded when she said she obviously needed a new outfit. Amelia could definitely understand wanting to make a good first impression. 

“Oh that’s not far at all,” Amelia said, hoisting a bag over her shoulder and carrying another one on her arm. “I definitely don’t mind helping you get there.”

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Bold | Bomb Voyage

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sportylikeatuna‌:

If she could’ve she would have kicked him for being a smart ass with that smile on his face. As it was, however, she couldn’t kick him because she was too wrapped up in what her body was feeling. She’d challenged him and he’d risen to the challenge and exceeded her expectations. 

Amelia didn’t want to keep talking--she didn’t want to smart off to him again--she just wanted him to keep going so that’s what she said. 

“Just shut up and don’t stop,” she breathed, gripping his sheets in her fingers. 

It occurred to her then that this was the first time for her in a long time and she smiled. She felt she couldn’t have picked a better partner for this. Vinny really knew what he was doing. 

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A Little Help | Open

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calliope-hesiod‌:

Callie had been lugging a big stack of books and the bag she had packed for a sleepover at Kiara’s and a shopping bag full of snacks when –

“Thank you!” chimed Callie, smiling at the woman who had stopped her and –

Holy cow! Holy COW! There was just something radiating off this woman, her story, something so strong that Callie almost felt like she was knocked over. It screamed at Callie – maybe scream was the wrong word. Everything about this woman felt like something slightly out of tune, just slightly, and if Callie was someone who was pitch-perfect (like Euterpe) was, this would’ve bugged her.

Oh man she had to find this woman’s story.

“I’m Callie!” she said. “Uh, you can take the shopping bag maybe?? I don’t want to totally overload you, but also I – might drop it!”

Amelia smiled in the face of this girl’s warm and bright energy. Not that Amelia knew for sure, but she seemed like one of those people that others can’t help but smile around--their light radiating so bright that it infected everyone around them. She scooped up the shopping bag and also plucked the other bag off of the top of the stack this girl was trying to carry. 

“Here,” she said. “I’ll take both of these that way you can still see when you are walking.” She noted the stack of books underneath and grinned. “I see you also like to read. Unless you’re planning on building a fire later with books for kindling. Are there any good ones in that big stack?” 

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A Little Help | Open

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ahopelessramantic‌:

Rest for the day, dear, Rama said. I’ll do the shopping, Rama said. I’ll even take the baby!, really, Rama said. Rama hadn’t thought about how annoying it would be walking home with a squirmy baby in a stroller and several bags of groceries.

Steering the stroller was a nightmare, and if it weren’t for the miraculous pair of arms that appeared - oof, the eggs would’ve been scrambled on the sidewalk.

“I am so sorry to bother you,” Rama apologized. “But I really do live close by- if you can literally just carry those eggs? I’d be eternally grateful. It’s the one thing on my wife’s shopping list she reminded me about four times.”

Amelia would love nothing more than to carry this man’s eggs, if only she could be near that adorable little child a bit longer. Normally Amelia didn’t consider herself much of a kid person, but this kid was just so cute it was unacceptable. “Oh my gosh, of course I will help you. It looks like you’ve quite literally got your hands full. What with that adorable child and all these groceries.” 

She started walking after him, his eggs in her hand. “I hope your wife knows how lucky she is to have you. I don’t think my father ever went and did the shopping.” 

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A Little Help | Open

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deb-the-damsel‌:

Y’know, going to New York with only a backpack? Bad idea. But also, excellent opportunity to buy more bags so that you could fill them with all the other stuff you also had to buy while you were in New York. All completely necessary things of course and none of it frivolous. (In Deb’s defense, some of it was gifts for friends, and some of it was makeup you couldn’t buy in England. The rest was… Alright, the rest was frivolous.) Jake had needed to head off and get ready for work, which was totally cool of course, but Flo was in no way co-operating by popping up to help with all these bags, which, what was the point of a magick duplicate if they didn’t help you with your bags??

Luckily, some other kind soul was about to help. “Uh- sure! That’d be great actually!” She laughs, “never go to New York with only a backpack- I should’ve known better.”

Amelia rushed forward and took some of the bags for the girl, smiling at her explanation. It looked like she had several more bags than just one backpack, which meant she’d bought all of these things in New York. Amelia was likely not much older than this girl, but she felt much older. The sight of her smiling and fumbling with her things in such a carefree way made Amelia feel slightly nostalgic. She’d been through far too much to ever feel as carefree as this girl looked. 

“You must have at least five bags here,” she said, smiling. “Does that mean that all of this was acquired in the states?” 

[the-mightygadget]

Liquid Courage || Gadget&Amelia

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the-mightygadget‌:

So Gadget still wasn’t over that whole dream thing. She should have been; she realized this but it still didn’t mean she could simply get over it. Not that it really mattered. There were a fair few people not over the whole Titanic dream. If the wave of unanswered texts on her phone were anything to go by. 

But all that meant was that when the work day was over, Gadget made her way to one of her favorite establishments outside of McPhearson’s. Pixie’s was always a place that was hopping. Even with the departure of the illustrious Tink. The new management was just as good and always bringing something new to the table. It kept things interesting and kept Gadget coming back for more.

As usual she sat at her favorite spot at the bar, on the end just so that she could watch the dance floor and make an escape should any unwanted attention come her way. And it was because of this she caught sight of a familiar face. A small smile spread on her lips as she grabbed her drink and made her way over, feeling way more confident than she would have when she’d first arrived.

“Hey, Amelia, right?” She greeted the woman after a quick tap of her shoulder. “I worked on your aunt’s car a little while back. Well, before that weird collective dream.”

@captainofthehispaniola

Amelia had decided to embrace her drinking habit. It was fun and nothing really bad ever came of it so what was the problem? She was an adult who liked to drink. There. That didn’t mean she was an alcoholic or anything. 

Anyway, here she was at Pixie’s, on her fifth shot of tequila, and she was feeling very good. There was even a smile on her face when a woman approached her and started talking. 

This woman’s name was.....

“Gadget! Wow, yes! I remember you.” Her head was swimming pleasantly and she couldn’t help but notice, just like she’d noticed last time, that this woman was very easy on the eyes. “That dream was probably one of the stranger things I’ve had happen to me. I don’t think I liked it very much. It’s weird to say that you’ve been in a collective dream with your whole town, doesn’t it? Almost makes you feel violated.” 

She glanced at the drink in the woman’s hand and smiled. “What’s that you’re drinking? I’ll buy you your next one.”

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A Little Help | Open

Amelia noticed the person in front of her struggling with several bags and other odds and ends and reached forward to grab one of the items before it fell. “Oh, wow, you’ve sure got a lot to carry. Can I help you with some of that?” 

[miggylol]

[walkalongwithasong]

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Bold | Bomb Voyage

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sportylikeatuna‌:

He was taking his time, slowly running his hands over her skin, and Amelia was enjoying every second of it. She let herself become vulnerable. She let him see her, let him touch her, and she let herself enjoy it without needing to control it. Usually that was hard for her to do, but she felt like Vinny could handle himself. He was a man she could count on to stay solid while she let herself go. 

Probably. 

For now, at least, that’s what she believed. 

Amelia closed her eyes and gripped the sheets tightly in her fingers as he thrust into her again. She moaned softly and opened her eyes. “Just stop talking and fuck me, Vinny,” she said, catching her breath still and looking at him with a smirk. “Show me what you’re made of.” 

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Bold | Bomb Voyage

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sportylikeatuna‌:

Things slowed down and Amelia was able to catch her breath, basking in her own glow as Vinny carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Her chest rose and fell and she felt her ears burn as he looked at her, his eyes really seeing. It was always difficult to be really seen like this and she couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, but all she needed to do to distract herself was to look back. 

So she did. And she liked what she saw. 

Regardless of chemistry, Vinny was a very attractive man. Sweat glistened on his muscular chest. His hands slid up her body, big and strong. Yes, she was ready for round two and he was inside of her, ready to oblige. 

She laughed softly at his words. “You don’t look so bad yourself, you know. Quite handsome biceps you have there.” 

He also had very nice eyes, she noticed as they drank her in. 

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Bold | Bomb Voyage

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sportylikeatuna‌:

“Holy shit,” she breathed as she slammed into her. That was more like it. 

Amelia held onto him, her fingers digging into his arms--and what nice arms they were, honestly. He was so hot, it was almost ridiculous that he was interested in her. But that thought was for another time because right now he was fucking her and she loved it. Each time his hips moved forward, she moved against him, getting as much out of it as she possibly could. 

Then she leaned in and kissed his lips hard, her teeth nipping at him before moving onto his neck and collarbone. She could taste the salt of his sweat on her tongue and she smiled, rocking against him harder. 

She was starting to lose herself. Her body was taking over and she felt warm and tense, her body readying itself for release. 

It didn’t take long. 

She’d wanted him so badly and it had been so long and she buried her face in his neck and groaned loudly as she came. “Oh my god, I--fuck--” 

And still she wanted more of him.