Anonymous asked:

Hello! I absolutely adore your writing and with each story you post brings me motivation/inspiration! So thank you for that :") Also! I was wondering if you could write a Boom fic where Amy somehow leaves her diary/journal at Meh Burger, a villager takes it for slam poetry uses, and publicly and embarrassingly reveal Amy's crush on Sonic (while the team is there) to the village during a slam poetry competition? Sorry if this is asking for a lot, feel free to take as much time as you need! ❤

cutegirlmayra answered:

(x) permission given by Artists, please support them as well!

I had to look up 'Slam Poetry', and honestly, I just hope I do it justice cause like- Dang! lol, here goes nothing! (And that, precious anon, is why I write, so thank you :') )

Prompt:

Amy wrote and angrily scribbled and stretched out her hand from the strain upon the paper she wrote on.

So dark and deeply pressed were her words upon those writings that she had to flex and massage her hand before going back at it again.

Just venting, she said to herself.

Finally, she sighed, writing something sweet and lightly, dipping her hand into her cheek and grinning with a blush before closing the diary.

She took a bite of her Meh Burger before seeing the Walrus lady's baby wander after a ball into the street.

She freak out, pressing her hands to her cheeks and raced out, saving the baby by summoning her hammer and catching it up by swinging it gently to lift it up to the flat tip of her hammer and racing away from the one mobile that suddenly zoomed through the streets.

"Hey! Watch it, you crazy kids!" The swindler himself was parking at zooming speeds into Meh Burger with his two bear sidekicks, before Dave the Intern with his messy broom came over to them.

"Hey, we don't have parking here." He complained in his usual manner.

"Keep the change." T.W Barker pulled out some money and let it fall into Dave's hands, walking by him as the bears growled threateningly in his face and walked on after him.

"Hhhheeyyyy…. This isn't even real money! It's monopoly paper!" he held the money out for them but they were already gone, sitting at the table before he placed the newspaper down.

"Now, my good men. There must be something we can think of to get some decent suckers to cough up some greens around here…" He placed the paper down but it rolled over and revealed Amy's journal.

Without looking, Barker reached for the 'paper' but ended up grabbing the book.

"Hmm? What's this then?" he opened the diary, and his eyes went big with excitement. "Great scotts! A new novel!?"

"RARRRRR." The bear pointed to a poster of a Grand Slam poetry competition.

"Heheheh… Even better!" The reward looked 'grand' enough.

He slammed the book closed and snapped as if applauding. "Alright boys… let's get us some trouble!"

The bears and Barker went back to the car, not bothering to order as they slammed the doors and rammed into a tree, backing up even farther to roll over the tree and then drive off; such was the sturdy, brute build of their car they drove in.

Amy came back, waving the family off before freaking out. "Where's my diary, where's my diary, where, where, where!?" she looked under the table, flipped it, and then pulled at her hair as she clenched her teeth into a frown and chattered them profusely.

Later, the turtle introduced the poets, and the bears were boo'd off stage.

"No, no, no! This won't do!" Barker scolded them, "What good is the words if you can't properly pronounce them!? We'll have to hire a cheap-sake to read these awful lines…" he scratched his chin, before snapping his fingers, "I've got it!"

The little, cute pink girl in overalls began to make her way upstage with her hand-written poetry, before the bears surrounded her and Barker put an arm over her shoulder, "Hey, kid! How would you like to sign a bullet-proof contract and win this shindig without so much as thinking about it!"

"Really, mister?" she looked at the paper and started signing, as Barker looked up to his performing bears and snickered.

She walked onto the stage, as the Sonic team were sitting down in the audience.

Tails had some popcorn as Knuckles tried to reach over, but he slapped his hand away.

"Amy, quit stressing! I'm sure Dave will return the book as soon as he finds it." Sonic tried to lean back and comfort her, but his words only made her stress more as she bit her nails.

"What if he reads it!? What if he threw it in the trash!? At least it's safe in the trash… oh! But what if I never get it back!? My whole LIFE is in that da-I mean, book!" She shook him before withdrawing to her seat and bringing her legs up, hugging them and rocking in her chair, at- what she thought to be- maximum anxiety.

"Ehem." Beth cleared her throat and began reading the book.

Why do colors mean so much?

What's in a color?

For when I look at your blue, there is no such sorrow.

Amy's head suddenly shot up.

"Oh, this is gonna be good." Sticks smiled, having folded her arms before now being up on her chair and wagging her tail. "OWWHHHH-HOO!" she howled, liking the first words. "I think this is about aliens. What a smart girl. Everyone knows Aliens aren't green. Pfft." she sat back down, but on the edge of her seat.

But then again, there is a underlying anger.

Why is it that when you lay in your hammock,

I'm forced into a panic.

You rest peacefully, dream quietly.

I'm tossing and turning at a future that may never be.

Do you like me?

Is it possible?

All day you fight badniks

But don't even know I'm calling out your name, Sonic!

Amy's mouth dropped.

Sonic and the team suddenly fidgeted as everyone in the audience gasped and looked back at Sonic.

They suddenly turned back around to Beth and started snapping.

Amy's eyes shrunk as she sweated and trembled in her chair, not able to speak.

Why does love's possibilities haunt me so?

To tell you true would mean denying.

Playing, tortuous sayings.

Why can't you just accept I like you?

Is dating that much of a scare to you?

To you.

What am I to you?

A never-ending friendship, though I feel so close to you.

Envious of you.

You with eyes for no one, but a heart to show for none.

At least I see a heart that's pink as roses.

The meaning of my name's purposes.

Amy felt like she was withering inside, before jumping up and quickly dashing to try and get backstage.

"Ah!" She was blocked off with her hands in front of her by the bears who gripped her from jumping on stage.

"What is this!?" Amy tried to fight them off, but they held her in air.

Barker laughed, stepping out from the shadows and facing her as an obstacle before the stage light…

"So… this journal's yours, eh?" he smirked, before snapping his fingers.

"Bravo! I dare say, Bravo, Amy Rose! In a couple of seconds, your deepest, darkest fears are going to be realized in front of all the world!" he spread his arms out.

"No!" Amy cried out.

Beth continued,

I hate that you're love is adventure.

But love that she cares for no man.

I hate that I surrender.

But love that I'm giving you a tender hand.

Love shouldn't be so restrained.

Take it without a second thought.

Don't leave me in this rain.

I think you may mock.

I think everyone would talk.

Shut up!

I don't need any opinions!

Girls should love without someone calling it an obsession!

Yeah, I get withdrawals.

I feel them when you refuse to stay

or say goodnight and hello at every day.

Okay?

Shut up!

I won't say a word cause I want the sensation.

I want to be around it on every occasion.

The entire team's mouths were dropped and absolutely motionless.

Tails's face broke a moment to scrutinize the facts of how a little girl could be writing this.

People were throwing up snaps left and right to agree with her, but he wondered… he looked carefully at the book, then to the side stage where he saw a tail slightly sticking out.

"…Barker?" he then saw to the other side of the same area of the stage the bears being whacked into the bushes, before rushing back to try and contend again.

"Something's not right…" Tails figured.

"Yeah, I'm starting to think this girl's in love with Sonic!" Knuckles accused, before Sonic raised a hand and slapped himself out of it.

"What is it, Tails?" he fully ignored and denied the situation happening around him…

"Look!" Tails jumped up, "Amy!"

Amy was now seen fighting off the bears as they advanced on her.

"I'll get you for this, Barker!"

"HAHAH! I've already won-!"

BANG!

He suddenly twitched and fell over.

Sticks had already crawled through the crowd's chairs from below, and took out her boomerang to knock out Barker.

"Boy, I was so wrong about that girl." she started, looking back to Amy. "She doesn't know the first thing about Aliens! Or how to properly read for that manner…"

"Sticks! That book, it's-!" Amy could barely get a word out before Tails flew in with Knuckles and Sonic, taking out the bears.

"We don't know what's going on, but it's better than listening to this!" Sonic took out one of the bears, and looked back to Amy.

"Quick! Do what you gotta do!"

"Sonic…" her eyes bent back. For the first time, she was grateful for his obliviousness.

He winked.

And then she was afraid he may know again.

He continued back to wrestling the bears, as Barker started waking up but was crushed back to the ground by Amy's foot.

She raced onto the stage, "Wait!"

She took the book…

"….Umm…"

The crowd coughed, growing silent.

"Miss Amy?" Beth stated, before looking to the mic, and then her.

Amy started to fidget, before flipping through the diary and taking a shaky breath.

….-Regardless of these rantful longings.

I'll still be following.

Calling out to you.

It's not wrong to have the feeling that I do.

Sonic suddenly stopped from arm-choking out the bear and let Knuckles take over, looking off to the stage a second.

He kept his face in a tight line, not letting any emotion show through.

He clenched his fists.

I don't care if it's shyness.

If you're simply just clueless.

I don't know why i love the color blue so much…

Maybe because it's just….

She looked directly to Sonic.

You.

She turned back to the audience and pulled Beth closer.

"Love doesn't need to make sense to everybody." She smiled, and turned to the audience. "Just because you don't get it… doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Suddenly, the crowd rose up snapping.

Tails and Knuckles chased off Barker and his bears, before turning back to smile up at Amy.

When they met up back with her, Tails asked- "Did you ever find that diary you were looking for?"

Amy sucked in a breath, and hid the book.

"O-Oh um…"

The four teammates smiled.

"Seems to still be lost… huh, Amy?" Sticks winked.

"Aww… I thought the book was her's-OFFPH!" Knuckles was rammed in the elbow by Tails.

"Well, wherever the book is…" Sonic walked forward towards Amy, making her nervous before he put an arm around her shoulders and turned back to the team.

"Whatever's in it is still in your heart. So you can just write it again somewhere else… privately… this time around." he looked back to her and smiled.

For a second, she stared at if wondering if he knew…

She didn't ask.

Later that night, Sonic offered to walk her home.

She had almost forgotten the book was still hiding behind her.

She forgot to check for it when she had to go upstairs a moment to return something of his.

He opened the drawer she had placed it in and just held it in his hands a moment.

He stared down at it…

"…You don't care… but you do care…. huh?" he made a strange expression… before tossing the book in up and down in his hands as weighing it.

He sighed out a nervous breath and put the book back, lingering a moment before closing it when he heard her coming back down.

"Here you go! Thanks for letting me borrow it."

"Thanks for embarr-I MEAN- returning it." he looked a bit nervous, "Um, I better head out, see ya!" he waved and departed.

Getting home on his hammock, he scanned around his home before picking at the floor.

He took a panel of wood off and lifted up some cloth, unwrapping to reveal a journal titled, "SECRETS."

He opened it and laid back down on his hammock, letting it sway as he pulled out a pen and started writing something.

The words simply stated-

DON'T. BE. SHY.

He closed it and sighed, looking up and letting a leg drape over the side of his swinging bed.

"I hate poetry." he finally stated, tossing the book back into it's whole as pages flopped around and tore in the process.

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