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Amy and Jonah in ‘‘All-Nighter’‘

Sonic Forces: Amy Appreciated.
  • Amy: -On The Communicator- Awww.. Sonic..
  • Sonic: ... Amy... Come on...
  • Amy: You have to say it back! Miss you~ See you soon!
  • Sonic: ....-under breath- Miss you too...
  • Amy: -squee-
  • Classic Sonic:
  • Sonic: D-Don't look at me like that! Sometimes... Amy needs to feel...ugh... appreciated...
  • Classic Sonic:
  • Sonic: Stop silently judging me!

gayisntasynonymforfidgetspinners  asked:

So I was thinking about Eth getting the flu or somethin and everyone is just super sweet tries to take care of him but hes like "nO LET ME DO MY JOB" and they finally get him to lie down and he falls alseep and then Amy goes to check on him or somethin and he's half asleep and kinda delirious like y'know how people get when they're sick and hes just like "thanks mom" and Amy's all "awww" and happy cuz its just to cute and also caring boyfriend Ty?

Y A S 

When Mark got sick the week before everybody had pampered him with gifts and plenty of tea. When Kathryn got sick not too soon after that, it was the same deal. One one hand, Ethan saw it as sweet. On the other, he could not stand being pampered like that. The thought made him shudder.

 So the second that Ethan sneezed twice in a row, he knew everybody’s eyes had turned to him. And that’s when his descent into madness began.

  “Ethan, please, I need to take your temperature,” Tyler insisted as he tried nearing the thermometer to his mouth while the smaller man whipped his head around like an infant.

  “Guys, there are these blue blankets on sale,” Mark said as he scrolled through an online catalog, “they’re blue and they’re for six bucks. Guys.”

 Amy returned from her shopping trip with multiple tea boxes and a giant teddy bear, tossing all the items onto the couch where Ethan was already pinned underneath Tyler’s weight.

  “Chica, what do you smell on Ethan. Is it a cold. Is it,” Kathryn asked, eye level with the dog that laid on the floor looking as clueless to the situation as possible.

  “Guys, the blankets. Six bucks. They’re blue. Ethan’s blue.”

  “Chica says it’s a cold,” Kathryn deduced as she stood up.

  “Okay, so I don’t know how you’re feeling but I was thinking Chamomile or Jasmine,” Amy asked, holding up both boxes.

  “Eth, your head is just burning up right now. Do you need team cuddles? Will that help, babe?”

 Ethan stood up, pushing Tyler off of him with the multiple tea boxes. He looked at the rest of the group frustrated.

  “Guys! I’m fine!” Ethan shouted. Everybody stared at him with blank faces, before they returned to ones of concern.

  “Alright, fuck you guys, i’m getting the blankets,” Mark mumbled.

  “Yup, definitely Chamomile.”

  “Chica, talk to me, sweetheart,” Kathryn said as she laid down next to Chica again.

 Ethan rolled his eyes, making his way back to his desk to continue his work. He started scrolling through all the videos they needed for the week when he felt two strong hands on his shoulders.

 It started out a soft massage on his shoulders, Ethan leaning into the touch after a while. Wow, he was tense. Tyler bent down and kissed his hair multiple times before taking a seat next to him.

  “Eth, please just take the day off,” Tyler whispered, taking his hands into his. Ethan sighed and looked into his boyfriend’s wondrous blue eyes.

  “Ty, I can’t–”

  “Bullshit,” Mark called out, without turning from his screen across the room.

 Ethan let out another sigh and Tyler gave him a sympathetic smile. He kissed his forehead and left his chair, helping Amy stuff all the tea into its bag again.

 The blue-haired boy sat in his chair, contemplating whether work was worth it or not. The longer he sat there, the more and more it convinced him.

  “Fine,” Ethan mumbled as he closed his computer and laid down on the couch. Tyler gave him a smile and left him be. Everybody continued their work as they left Ethan on the couch to rest.

 The day went by and Ethan felt comfortable laying there. He eventually felt himself drifting off into a sleep after his second cup of tea. Amy was about to replace his cup when Ethan began to mumble incoherently.

  “What was that?” She asked, scooting closer to listen.

  “Thanks, guys. Y-you’re the best,” he mumbled. Amy felt a smile grow on her face and she pushed Ethan’s hair back slightly. “you too, mom..”

 Amy’s heart ached and she looked down at Ethan with care. Mark walked over and looked down at Ethan, almost confused as if what to do with him.

  “I think he’s had enough tea,” Mark said, staring at Ethan blankly.

  “Oh my gosh, he called me mom. Mark I could be a mom,” Amy squealed. Mark’s eyes widened and he made his way back to his desk. “What? Mark, no, come back. What if we had kids. Mark I could be a mom.”

 Mark tried not to listen as Amy gushed about her daydream of being a mother while Tyler decided to lay against the couch, working there. Ethan’s soft snores kept Tyler smiling the entire time. 

  “Chica… are you sick too?” Kathryn asked, looking at the dog from where she sat at her desk. The dog rolled over and Kathryn let out a sigh of relief. “oh thank God.”

Siegbert Dialogue
Fire Emblem: Fates
Siegbert Dialogue

For pink-harajuku and two anons!

Like father like son…? Except Siegbert is super adorable and actually kind of innocent and sweet NOT LIKE HIS THIRSTY FATHER. Disclaimers as usual!

EDIT: Ack! I forgot to mention there are slight game spoilers in his S-Rank line kind of like Shinonome’s.

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Silly SonAmy Drabble~ 

Inspired by an Eremika prompt I saw, except this oneshot/drabble thingy isn’t as in depth as the prompt, but I could totally imagine Sonic doing this to Amy. 

And also it’s 01:12 AM here–HOLY, I didn’t realize what time it was until now. #sleepdeprived 


Being drunk was, obviously, a strange thing to experience. Sonic always thought that if it happened to him he’d been conscious of it happening; that part of his mind would still be capable of remaining normal. Of standing there and commenting on it like “well, this is new.”  But it wasn’t like that at all.

The stairs he usually takes two at a time are a mountain to be negotiated on all fours. Sonic’s arms flap down on the carpet too hard, and with each push his legs don’t respond. His stomach began heaving, along with his head spinning in a way that didn’t make sense.

Oh god. That thought passed the same time his hand jerked to his mouth, covering it. Then like an inflated balloon in his stomach, everything he ate and drunk for the past couple of hours came racing forward. Sonic tried throwing himself closer to the bathroom but he was barely at the door when he suddenly noticed a girl with clownish make-up staring at him. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed red, but she didn’t look as much as a wreck like he did, at least she was still standing.

“Sonic,” somehow her voice sounded better than the muffled music playing behind him, and it gave him a weird feeling, like a force that urged him to pick himself up. The cyan teenager leaned heavily against the wall for support, pulling himself from the drenched carpet back onto his feet. When she took a step forward so did he, then staggered like an inebriated tramp and instantly tumbles.

One minute she was far away then the next she’s there, arms outstretched wide, her body acts like a pillow cushioning his fall and invading his space. Sonic gawked up at a rather familiar face that, at first, he couldn’t comprehend. Until his vision focused and soon enough a cheshire grin broadened his lips. “Hello, Ames!”

The pink hedgehog wanted to roll her eyes at the dreadful sight of him. What had he gotten himself into? It seemed like she couldn’t leave him alone for five minutes. Although despite his state, Sonic’s heart flutters as Amy smiles sweetly at him, drawing him closer she pulls his right arm over her shoulder. Before Sonic could protest or question anything Amy begins walking, half carrying-half-dragging him out of the house.

“Where are we going?” He manages to say.

“Home.” Amy throws him a side-glance, using the heel of her high-heel boot to nudge the door open. His fur smelt a mixture of fried food, alcohol, and smoke, it stung Amy’s sensitive nose so much it was hard not to gag or make a horrible face, although she was known for being good at keeping a straight face. “And a bath. You need one. Real bad.”  

Sonic never drank to excess but the giddiness he felt from just the touch of her skin muzzled his higher thinking in much the same way. Suddenly he wiggled, prying his arm away from Amy. In retrospect, she should’ve identified that to be a bad sign, however she let him stand by himself, wondering what he was going to do because seeing Sonic drunk was a rare sight indeed.

With great effort he dropped onto his knees on concrete floor. The ground was wet and it took Sonic a while to realize that it was drizzling out here in the cold night, though he didn’t care. Amy allowed him to clasp her hand pulling it close towards his chest as well as her with it. A massive, but affectionate smile poked up his cheeks, accompanied by a soft rosiness–although that was probably due to the alcohol in his system, Amy wasn’t sure.

“Amy Rosssse…” With his primitive brain in charge and the flood of endorphins urging him to continue he was swept away in the moment with his girl, his love. He was too far gone. “The time has come for me to…express myself to you.” His hand caressed her palm as if it was a jewel. “I really think your pretty–no, beautiful! Your so, so beautiful I can’t stop looking at you. Actually, now that I think about it, I actually love you. So make me the happiest guy alive and do me the honors of becoming my bride. Please? Marry me?”

She looked down at his face, unattractively decorated with vomit still caked around his mouth. However his tired, restless eyes glistened in pure admiration, as if Amy was the sun and he was the moon. Which made her question how many drinks he had.

The girl knelt down to his level, bringing both hands up to his flustered cheeks, she cupped them gently, always loving the way they fit within her hands so nicely. When contact was made a low rumble vibrated from his throat, a purr that threw Amy off guard slightly, he only did that sort of thing when he was feeling particularly affectionate towards her.

“Sonic, we’re already married.” She said.

Amy felt heat growing in his cheeks. Sonic froze as he watched in awe at her expression. Had he gotten so drunk he forgot about their engagement and the wonderful marriage that followed after that? Or hadn’t he meant too say that? Either way Amy thought it was amusing and could not hold back the giggles that rolled out of her in waves.

She didn’t miss his tomato-red cheeks either. Utterly embarrassed, Sonic wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

Lutz Dialogue
Fire Emblem: Fates
Lutz Dialogue

For itsmatoi and an anon!

This is the second to last male character I think! (Last one being Fuuga). Btw, Michalis is his wyvern. I’m torn from being like “CUTIE PIE” and “PLEASE STOP MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A SINNER”.

Disclaimers as usual!

EDIT: Forgot to mention there’s a minor mention about the childrens’ origins so beware of a small spoiler? ;;;

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