Anonymous asked:

I believe I have read most of your prompts but I haven't come across a prompt like this yet so here it is: years pass and Sonic and Amy grow closer with Amy becoming more mature and Sonic being more comfortable open with her. He slowly falls in love with Amy and is really confused with how he's feeling so he talks with Amy about it. I need me some awkward wholesome SonAmy A

cutegirlmayra answered:

OHHHHHH The ideas in my head go round and round, round and round? Round and round! All into the ficlet~3

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So… There's more 'drama' than 'cute awkwardness' but I hope it heps that it's in Sonic's POV XD

THIS IS AN AU, lol

Prompt:

"It's sort of weird you would ask me here, Sonic. Usually, we hang outside of movies and try to zip in free or dart if we get caught trying!" Amy, much older and much more matured now, giggled with a slight snort that caught her off guard as she held her hand up over her mouth.

It had been a while… a long while… since we'd taken a break from each other.

Amy swapped her iconic red and white dress for something more form-fitting. For some reason, she dressed like a punky rebel now, making me think I influenced her a little too much with those 'daring movie dates' of the past.

Those were meant to just be fun. Over time, it started confusing me. Amy, of course, saw them as officials dates until one day… she chilled out.

It's like she had given up on thinking romantically about me, and after she did, I started hanging out with her more.

Who knew girls could be so… so…

Awesome?

We started doing a lot of derring-dos like jumping off skyscrapers, me grabbing her and scaling down the side. The city became more alive with random karaoke with the gang to sudden—competitive—miniature golf tourneys… just us two.

Amy never reached out to me anymore. She didn't follow. She only ran towards the hottest sales and latest fashion. I would have hated it if she became some sort of a diva, but instead, she turned into a 'do or die' kind of girl… and honestly?

I've been feeling up for a ride.

"You used to like it here." I lifted a leg up to the raised, concrete wall that cut off the city from the park. I wanted to take her away from the city's air… I wanted to bring her back to her roots.

Nature…-Ish, I guess.

"Every time I brought you here,… you'd try and kiss me." I thought that was a bit blunt, but she seemed to roll her eyes to me and lower them as if sensing a joke.

Which, it half was…

She laughed again, but this time, sticking her mouth straight up to the sky to really exaggerate the bounce her chin made at the ridiculous gesture. "Hahaha! Anytime I got with you seemed like a treat! I couldn't help but think it a fantastic opportunity… A date…" she looked off into the park, and just as I planned, she looked to a couple who were sitting close to each other.

The girl's legs were flopped over the dudes. His hand was resting on them while he flipped through his book, and she, her own.

"…Couples are so…" Amy started, which perked me up because I haven't heard her speak about 'couple' topics in a few years now… "…Annoyingly sweet." She looked away and suddenly started digging like a meerkat into the purse.

I frowned. My sudden enthusiasm at seeing the little 12-year-old girl again was diminished at her immediate side-swiping of the thought all together.

My eyes lowered, showing more of my dislike in these results. "What? You don't want annoyingly cute anymore? I thought you were the master of that!" I laughed, again, trying to be slick about my approach with this.

Eggman had attacked just a few weeks ago. He was getting up there in age… then again, he always was. But for some reason, this old man dipped his toe into Ponce de León's Fountain of Youth and has been his giddy, world-conquering self ever since…

Though, his latest scheme harkened back to my glory days. I thought it a nice touch, almost as if Eggman was giving me a birthday present or something. In a… murdering love… kind of way.

But Amy didn't get me anything for my birthday.

That's when I noticed she hadn't hugged or doted on me in a long time.

I guess I never noticed after all the times we've casually hung out together, but Amy was starting to attract a lot of attention from other men.

I would occasionally see her flirting, which itched me the wrong way, to be honest, but turn any offers down when it came to making something serious.

I didn't watch her or anything…

It's called guarding your friends wisely.

Good friends do that.

Well, anyway… I started thinking maybe it was time to actually THINK about Amy Rose.

Ah… The rose that blew away from the wind… I definitely wasn't expecting that.

It's almost like she willingly did anything I dared and then suggested reckless—admittedly fun—activities just cause she knew I would do it instead of asking for my hand in marriage or dating schedules.

I honestly… missed those dating schedules.

Usually, on my birthday, she'd insist on treating me to something and then a movie.

That 'something' is what I dreaded most. It was THE most boringest activity any young girl could put upon an adventurous boy's heart!

But I digress… This time, when she just said 'Happy Birthday!' and walked on like I meant nothing to her… I really was concerned.

The boys didn't bother me. I knew nothing would really happen anyway.

Her not chasing after me during adventures wasn't a big deal. I knew I could always swing by the apartment sometime and grab a bite to eat with her.

No homemade meals especially for Sonic The Hedgehog was a change, but I got used to snacks.

No marriage proposals were especially nice.

But the day she didn't seem to even care I existed… that struck me the most and caused some sort of… lasting, depressing impression on me.

That's why I asked her to the park today.

And… that's admittedly why I planted our bums right in front of the adorable and openly visible couple.

"Oh, that?" She tilted her hair back to me, some earrings clanging along with the smooth movement. "Ha..ha..ha." she wiggled her head to me, again the clanging jingled as if mocking me as well. "We both know I've grown out of that. Besides, I'm far too clever to waste my time on men." She pulled out the desired object she was looking for in her purse.

A mirror.

As she pulled out some lipstick and started applying it, I couldn't help but ball up my hand for a second, death-glaring that cherry-flavored lip gloss and look away with a scowl spreading across my face.

How could she torture me like that!?

"You don't… feel anything towards men anymore?" I decided, heck! If she thinks I'm just teasing her, then I will.

It's getting me somewhere. And I honestly can't explain everything I'm feeling. Maybe if she talks more, I can better identify why her 'self-absorbed' attitude was getting to me lately…

I bit my thumb to hold in my anger. That stupid mirror. She used to look into my eyes to see herself. She never said it, but I knew that's what she was doing.

I knew if I ever asked, she'd say something crazy like- I want to see myself as you see me, Sonic! And tee-hee like the innocent but lovestruck girl she was back then.

I looked back into her eyes.

The deep mascara-soaked eyelashes made it impossible to see through to her eyes. I couldn't even see a reflection in them from this angle. The lashes draped over like shredded black curtains that bounced as she blinked gently.

I would have stared longer to describe them a bit better to you, but sadly, she looked up at me and winked, smiling.

I turned away with a flinch. I hated when she did that!

"Woah! For a second there, I could have sworn you blushed!"

Now I grinded my teeth together, "I was just embarrassed… is all." I ruffled some of my quills up with my hand and then shook my head to drop them back down in place.

"You're so funny, Sonic. You always were, but now… especially so!" she clicked her feet together and let them sway a moment as her shoulders bounced, letting her head duck down between them before she held it high and pompously again.

It's like she knew she was pretty and didn't care.

Like I wanted to stare and she wouldn't let me.

Not like I cared what she would have wanted me to do…

"Nah… Men are just… men now." She looked away again, but I could tell by her tone that something was off with that.

"…You giving up?" I asked and suddenly realized how awful that sounded.

I was about to try and make a quick save by forming a 'joke' out of it but she tilted her head and I grew silent.

"…I mean… haven't you?" she turned her head to me. "About girls. You've never really been interested in anyone. I guess after some time, I just accepted that." She nodded and I felt like every jump of her head was another stab in my back.

I twitched painfully at her nodding and turned away, darting my eyes a bit before looking back to the couple.

"…I didn't give up." I stated, a bit shallowly. "I just… never started." I looked down to my hand, seeing it flex out as it tried to remain 'cool'.

Why was this so awkward? Why did I feel sweaty and out of my element..? All of a sudden, she had made me tense and wary of her. What was this!?

"…Oh." Amy looked forward again, and for once, I actually saw her a bit shaken up about me again.

"I just… always assumed you… you never liked… certain girls." She suddenly started tugging on her hair, moving her fingers through it and quickly brushing it out. I slowly turned back, fascinated by the nervous movement and seeing some real flustered pink trace against her cheeks for the first time in a millennia of hanging out with her.

I was… kinda awestruck at it.

"I mean… you just were a … you know… womanizer or something." She cleared her throat as if that was hard to say, and honestly, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why would I be a womanizer if I never flirted with anyone!?" I laughed, but she seemed spooked about that reaction too.

"But you-! You were always..!" she cut herself off, leaning forward to me before pulling herself back.

I hid my face behind my hand as I laughed, peeking through to hope she didn't notice I was trying to lure out more of a confession in her.

If I knew how she felt… maybe… then I could understand what I was feeling…

She seemed really shaken up now, her head shifting about and her eyes looking at different specks on the ground.

She blushed, and I suddenly felt my heart soar as though racing up a loop-de-loop of the past.

"Amy…"

"I-it's nothing! You just… always smiled at them and-!" she grew incredibly…

Adorable.

Her hands raced to the sides of her cheeks, "I thought you liked those wild women…" she seemed to be panicking, and quickly tugged her purse closer to her and started rampaging around in it.

"Woah, woah..! Hey! Calm down…" I couldn't help it, I was smiling!

This girl didn't really… transform herself to be what she thought I would like… did she?

Amy quickly took out a makeup remover wipe from her purse and held it for a moment… she shoved it back into her purse and shoved the entire thing away.

"It's fine. Honestly, I like myself and I like our new dynamic."

"Dynamic?" Our relationship was anything BUT dynamic…

She was a cheerful and always encouraging girl from the sidelines. Recently, she had become the fun girl cheerfully encouraging mischief from the sidelines.

Both were fine. But only one of them was Amy to me. The other was a girl I knew a long time ago… she was cute, made me a little apprehensive, but was kind and loyal in her faith that I could save the world.

Then there was Amy. The same girl, but much more interesting!

I could relax now, but she was still feisty! Just in… eh… another kind of way.

She was loud and didn't care. Wild, always wanting a good time. Never a dull moment…

The two just… mixed. After the old Amy faded from memory, I hadn't noticed how much I-

That's it.

My eyes widened when I realized what I was feeling.

"Amy… I missed you!"

Her face froze and she studied something intensely in her mind, before turning back to me again. "What?"

"Do you still like me?" I jumped both my feet up to the wall now, making sure to balance myself and stay crouched by her side. "I mean… like me enough to want to… sit all cute and affectionally like those two, over there?" I moved my head in the direction of the couple but only moved my gaze from her for a second.

She was considerably flustered now.

I knew without a doubt she still had feelings for me, and it gave me courage and a thrill I hadn't felt in an awfully long time.

"Why not?" I shrugged, "Your cute, I'm handsome. We're especially good at thrill rides and don't care what mischief we get into! The only requirement is that you stay the girl you want to be. How 'bout it?" I gave her my best 'fantasy dream boy' look and waited—expecting everything to go my way and have her squeal in delight at my offer.

But… she remained silent and spooked… and my confidence was all but destroyed in a matter of two, long eyelash blinks.

"…No." Amy breathed out.

It was like the sound of death, lingering on her recently moistened-up lips and trailing into my soul to gently pull my spirit away and send me packing.

"…No?" I felt my entire body grow heavy, moving back down to the wall. "No..?" I felt my voice soften, a crack was placed in the spaces of my pride and I couldn't see clearly for a moment.

Her eyes watered up, "No." she stated again.

This time, it was like she hesitated on the gunshot.

"Because I do care." She looked away, down at the ground. "I do care what kind of mischief we get ourselves into." She grabbed her purse and jumped down from the wall.

I didn't even notice how fast my body was moving on its own. I was following her for a change… unable to rip myself away from her.

"And I do care what girl I want to be. What girl I thought I could never be. And what girl I thought you'd drop to a knee and marry! But I'm done thinking about you all the time!" she turned swiftly around, like a tornado cut short in it's spin. But I was still knocked over, I stopped so quickly at the whiplash of her spiraling fury of wind that I got my breath shoved right back down my throat.

When had she become so…

Powerful?

"If you want me, Sonic The Hedgehog. I expect you to fight for me like every other man in this world!" she hit me with her purse, and I stumbled back, as she advanced forward. "I expect you to think about me every day!" she swung another go at me, and this time I instinctively put up my arm to try and block it. "I want you to change yourself into a better man that I would admire and appreciate! That I could have fun with and emotionally invest my time and energy into! I want you to invest in me!" She kept swinging, and I was thankful it was the purse and not the toned, ripped as a muscular body-builder hammer that's ridiculous name only disguised how formidable it was.

"Ames…" I stopped moving backwards. I had gained the insight I wanted. But it was a little hard to swallow.

"I want you to be committed to me like you are right now!" she swung one last shot, letting it slide and dangle off after its strike landed. She breathed heavily now, her back hunched and her anger subsiding.

"I want… I want you to say it first."

I didn't move.

"…I want you to move first!" she looked up with a look I had only wished I never saw before.

I had hurt her.

She had felt played and cheated.

Her passion was overlooked as a game and she wanted nothing more than to keep going with it. Because she saw I enjoyed it. And she'd rather have that over heartbreak.

But now I was asking for heartbreak. I was asking her to go right back into that endless chase with me and she wouldn't put up with it anymore.

She had grown so strong and independent. She must still care about me… but she wouldn't allow herself to fall into that trap again.

I hadn't realized… how much suffering I must have put her through after all these years.

It pained my heart to think about it, but I was a total butt to her when she was young and in love.

I should have been more thoughtful. Less careless about how I reacted to her praises and affections.

How could I have asked her to do all that again? Go through all that without first proving I would commit to do the same?

"…Alright, Amy. I get it. You win."

She let out an emote that I couldn't quite answer back with. It was as though she had cut off an intense cry and only let the first syllable of the terrible whine out.

"You idiot!" she cried out, her body sinking down as she swayed in her emotional outburst. "You never let me win!"

It was like she flicked a switch.

Behind my eyes, there was something triggered.

I bolted towards her, grabbing her and pulling her as tightly close to me at supersonic speeds.

I hadn't moved that fast in a long time. It was a quick action. I just responded immediately to it. As though it was a cry for help.

I held her then… just held her.

She felt hot and panicked at my sudden touch.

How long has it been..? Since we've last been this close..? Since we've really, truly embraced without a shred of holding back before?

She didn't cry, she didn't fight me, she just…

Went limp a moment.

When she finally spoke, I could tell she was exhausted from having felt so many things and not being ready for it. It had probably been so long since she had felt these feelings for me again… and honestly…

I was just starting to understand how powerful this thing was…

If this was what Amy had felt… back when she was just 12…

"I never meant hurt you, Ames." I pulled her closer, not daring to let her go now. Not when I knew what was going on inside my heart now. It wasn't awkward for no reason… it was because I missed her. I missed her so much. I had recognized the resistance and lack of love and I wanted it back. I wanted to stop the game. I wanted to quit the endless chase, turn around, and actually make her smile for good this time.

I wanted to reward her.

I never knew this was what she had felt.

For so long, I had denied her any chance of an actual victory over me. Over my stupid pride. My teases. My constant 'mirror' that didn't want me to see her for what she truly was.

Love.

She was Amy.

"I think I finally get it, Amy." I felt my mouth grow dry, my throat get slightly sore as she lightly gasped and turned to look up and to the side at me.

Her hand suddenly gripped, ever so more into my chest, below my shoulder…

"Understand… what?" she inquired as if holding everything in.

I sighed, dipping into her more. "How truly hard it must feel… to be in love with me."

She remained silent.

"Because I can honestly say now-" I pulled her just inches away from me, looking into those eyes that finally reflected an image of me. The me I now wanted to be. "That loving you is no easy feat either."

Her eyes glossed over, widening.

Which reminded me of those lips…

I angled my head down, staring at those moistened tempters…

"I never realized how powerful love could draw you in…"

Did she notice?

I looked back up at her, my mouth agape as her's hung a bit too.

It would be so simple…

To just lean in and-

"But I have something to prove to you now." I stepped away, using every amount of self-control I had to do so.

I stood tall and proud, "I have to win your heart this time around, right?" I cocked my head and smirked. This time, I was actually attempting to flirt with a girl.

She still looked awestruck, and so I continued.

"8 o'clock. Park. Bring a book." I bolted away, "A good one!" I called out, cupping a hand over near my mouth to let the sound travel as I raced by.

I was determined to succeed!

This Amy needed confirmation that I was serious! This Amy had my heart leaping over bounds and wanting to tear itself from my chest and bound right after her.

But I had to play the charming hero now.

I had to play the game this time.

She was the object of my affections! I had to win her over!

It was… absolutely thrilling!

Once again, Amy was pulling me into her mischief and 'ride or die' activities again.

But this time-

I was tugging right back!

I heard something in the distance just then and skidded to a halt to turn my ear towards the sound.

"SOOOONNNIIICCC!" it sounded just like it did all those years ago. "YOU BETTER MEAN IT, OR DIE TRYING!"

I chuckled.

"I WON'T FORGIVE YOU THIS TIME!"

She probably would kill me if I didn't mean every word.

I put my hands to my hips, lowering my head to hear any further messages scaling across the breeze.

"AND ONE MORE THING-!"

I smirked, knew it.

"I LOVE YOU TOO!"