anonymous asked:

I have this prompt for a sonamy fanfic, I'm not sure if you've already done something like this but here goes. This is set in either modern or boom, whatever one you think suits this... Amy is having nightmares and flashbacks about when she was kidnapped by metal Sonic and has been waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, Due to this, Amy hasn't had much sleep and has been more upset then usual and is more tired then usual. Sonic, who is concerned for his friend, tries to help her

cutegirlmayra answered:

Ah yes, I do know of this. It's a headcanon of mine that Sonic helped Classic Amy out with nightmares, giving her confidence and strength that later helped her be the girl she is today—Fearless.

Debating on the two scenarios… I decided that in Boom, she's too self-independent and snarky with Sonic, if he were to comfort her, she'd have to be pretty worn out and in the right mood, for the both of them, to get real and deep.

Seeing as that can be a challenge, I totally accepted it xD Even though Modern would be a bit more appropriate and interesting, since Boom!Amy was never kidnapped by Metal Sonic.

But maybe I can play with AU a bit… Boom is easier to manipulate in that regard cause there's no exact structure on what 'can/can't' happen, to say the least. They're even looser with hinting than Modern, so I'll do my best…

Wish me luck! :Db

Prompt:

"I've got it!" Amy hurriedly races towards Tails and Sticks's table, changing out their dishes with a new bowl of fruit and refilling their drinks.

"Wow, thanks Amy!" Tails slurps a bit of his drink as he lounges back. "Any particular reason why you're working so hard lately?"

"Nope! No reason!" Amy looks a little frazzled in her hair, before preparing the beachball by blowing it up and pumping it, looking like she had black under her eyes.

"No reason to not reason a get-together and treat friends… treat… treat friends…zzzzz…" she starts to doze off, before whipping her head up, slightly having leaned down on the pump, and gripping it tightly now.

"Ho! brblbrblbrbl!" she shakes her head to snap her out of her sleepiness, and starts to pump again.

Sticks suddenly stresses and yawns, before smacking her lips and getting up. "Well, this has been great Amy. But I gotta stash of booby-traps in chronological order."

"What order is that?" Tails leaned up, confused on her phrasing, Amy behind him is freaking out, biting her nails as she hears they're leaving.

"I predict the exact direction of each footfall that someone could make to set up whatever trap I place there. Maximum security means maximum consequences for breaking it." Sticks nonchalantly explains, gesturing a hand out towards him to address his question.

"Sounds fun! I'll help you out! sounds like you might need statistics on that footfall probability. I think it takes a certain amount of time for flight or fight response, so each footfall should be measured the same unit of distance and time with the speed-"

As they started to walk off, talking, Amy quickly raced in front of them, holding her hands out. "No!" she seemed a little crazy, before gripping her head and pushing her wild quills down. "Haha…ha.. aren't we having fun!? Let's stay and play some more board games or-or-or-!"

"Look. Amy. I love ya and all. But I need my space." Sticks lowered her eyelids and just spoke as if letting Amy down gently.

"B-b-b-but-!"

"She's right, Amy. You've been treating us all day. It's like you wanted us to stay the night or something…" Tails waves her off and walks with Sticks, before stopping him with her arm and looking down.

"Wait! Step to the side. This is where my booby-traps of 30 and plus scenarios occur."

They both side-step, with Tails's arms up. "Y..You put them way out here?"

"Eh, I have spare funds for these things. It's called a deep hole in the ground with lots and lots of savings."

Amy looked worried, turning away and gripping her arms, before squinting her eyes shut and rushing into her home, slamming the door.

After being worried about her behavior, the two discuss Amy and decide Sonic should go visit her, since Knuckles was busy plugging in sandwich to the wall to 'toast' it.

When Sonic arrives, he opens the door to see Amy piled with sugar-candy, loaded on movies, and desperately huddled up trying to stay awake, even having the air-conditioning ridiculously cold again to keep her from falling asleep.

"Woah! Did you see your shadow or what!" Sonic teased, calling her a groundhog before walking in, and noticing her eye twitching.

"Woah… hold on, Amy.. you're not pulling an all-nighter or something, are you? Cause this looks EXACTLY like that four season, romance-drama episode special you suffered through a month ago." he acted like that was a mental episode she had as he gestured back with his thumb to show the timespan.

"…I.. I can't sleep." she was too tried, cold and shivering, and terribly lonely and scared to even fight him on this. "I… I'm afraid." she covered her face, ashamed to admit it.

Sonic blinked his eyes, surprised by her sudden confession. "Oh.. um… okay. So we're getting real now… heh." he nervously scratched his head, looking away, and not sure how to address this.

"Look, I'm not the best at pick-up talks… or any… pick-up… stuff… but anyway!" he shook his head, hinting at his own flaw before moving on. "I mean, you don't need to be scared of sleep! It's a wonderful thing!"

"It's not sleep!" she angrily lifted her head up again, out of the blanket. "It's… what's in the dream… when you fall asleep." she looked down.

"…Tails and Sticks have been really worried about you… I think your lack of sleep is getting a little out of-" he scans the home, seeing it trashed, and for once, not his fault. "…hand." he frowned, and walked over to her.

"What's so terrifying? The dark?"

"…Eyes."

"…Well, that is weird." Sonic got goosebumps from that response.

"You talkin' ghost or..?"

"No… Red… Glowing… Eyes…" Amy covered her head again.

"…Red and glowing..?" Sonic thought about it a moment.

"He's not so scary now… but back then… I think I just over-exaggerate it in my memory but…"

Sonic suddenly connected dots, as his mind raced to when Amy was younger, and he first met her by saving her from-

"Ohh… I get it now." He looked down from staring at the ceiling, bending to Amy's level, and looking more real with her too.

"Metal me." he narrowed his eyes.

Her little nose stuck out from the blanket, and she nodded.

He sighed, before rubbing his head and looking to her kindly.

He smiled and shrug, putting up an act. "Oh well, guess it can't be helped!"

"Ah! W-what are you-!?"

He darted and kicked into her blanket, forcing her to move as he snuggled tighter against the fabric, before his eyes blinked innocently out once he was comfortable.

"Looks like I'll just have to kick that nightmare's butt! All over again!" he smiled to her, and they shared a moment before he winked.

She smiled… before realizing something.

He was thrown out of her house.

"I'M A WOMAN. YOUR A MAN!" she shut the door.

He slowly put one hand out with the other to push off the ground from the face-plant, shaking his head.

"Now you remind me." he rubbed his head, being silly with that comment, before getting up and looking back at her door.

"…Amy!" he cupped his hands around his mouth, having the sound travel.

She waited at the door, leaning against it, but he couldn't see her.

"You have my full permission to dream about me! As long as I'm epically pwning that blue saucers butt!" He smiled, and turned to leave.

"Goodnight… Ames. I'll dream of kicking his butt too! And saving you! All over again!"

She slowly let herself slip down the door frame, putting a hand to her heart, and smiling to herself….

(AWWW, so cute xD Still au, but eh :) I tried.)