Anonymous asked:

*Slurps on ice coffee* ey yo Mayra what's cracking? I need some good ole fashioned protective Sonic of Amy I̶'̶m̶ ̶b̶a̶s̶i̶c̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ . Maybe something like the press or newspaper attack Amy's character which upset her and Sonic defends or tries to comfort her? That'd be great thanks *Puts on shades and skateboards away*

cutegirlmayra answered:

What up, homie? How's the skate? Don't get home to late, my man, you know how these streets be at night. OUR TOWN. That's what's up! -slaps hand into yours and does a bro-hold-

You can see my response and thinking for this on the Pajama Blogs! (x) Timecode: 28:12

Referencing my fanfiction: Trying to 'Tap' into Love

PROMPT REQUESTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN, DO NOT SEND ANY TO ME, please and thank you ;3c

Prompt:

It was a pretty late night. I hadn't seen Amy so upset before.

Usually, in the past, it wasn't uncommon for Amy to come rushing to me–arms flung out and moving like a speed train with tears that sprawled into sparkling stars against the sky.

I always, usually, kinda-sorta, caught her and just let her cry it out with an awkward smile to my face.

But this time… Amy wanted to be alone.

That was weird. I first heard about it from Tails, who said that she had been reading some articles about the team and how they've said some pretty critiquing things about her… I've never really dealt with anything like that.

Joking, completely, I've totally had my fair share. But what about Amy? I always figured… well, she came off as pretty independently confident all on her own. I didn't think she cared that much about what everyone thought of her.

So I was a bit concerned by Tails's words, but I thought nothing of it. Waved it off as a momentary sadness for her, after all, this was Amy! She could bounce back from anything.

If it was really serious, I figured she would have come charging after me like before.

The stars weren't here tonight… odd.

Sorry, where was I? Oh, yeah. The second time I heard anything a little more alarming was from Knuckles. Apparently, Amy had come to seek some solace from the unconditionally loving Chao–now this had been a solid day and half since I've heard about the incident of her wanting to be alone after reading some bad commentary on her–and she would shake the chao away from clinging to her.

He said he didn't get it, cause she used to love to cuddle them and they all were really hurt by her wanting to keep her distance and just pat their heads.

Now, if anything were to set me and Knuckles off, it was that.

His face was so strained as he talked to me about it, I've never seen Knuckles trying to hold back so much worry and anger before. He said he tried to go over and give her a piece of his mind, but when she turned around, her eyes were vacant of anything but tears.

"It looked like she thought she had done something wrong before she even did it." He stated, "I didn't have the heart to continue yelling at her, so I just shooed her away, telling her to pick on someone else if she was feeling that crummy."

"Harsh, Knuckles. Harsh." I joked, but there was a low-key truth to what I said. "Tails said something about harsh comments on some articles she likes to read about us." The old alter of the Master Emerald's shrine was as stony and gravely as ever. The little pieces of chipped pebbles always grinded and dug themselves under my fur and into my skin every time I sat there, but Knuckles acted like nothing ever phased his tough skin.

I was acting kinda tough, too… to be real honest with you.

Knuckles huffed, grumbling as he picked up some berry juice he had squashed into a half-coconut bowl and passed one over to me. "Doesn't excuse telling a kid they can't hold ya." He was right… but then again…

"Maybe she just didn't want the sympathy." It was hard to look at it from a girl's point of view, I didn't quite understand what would tip her over the edge like that. Maybe they said she wasn't pretty enough..? Ehh..?

"Girls really care about how others view them, you know?" I took a sip. It did in fact taste good, and I leaned back to let the slight acidy feel tingle against my throat as its favorable burst went down the ol'pipe. "Ahh~ That's the spot!"

"…I don't think you should be acting so carefree about this, Sonic."

His sudden tone made me stop enjoying the berry sensation and look back to him, a little surprised but not by much. Knuckles always chose the direct route in any conversation, it's what made him so easy and frustrating to talk to.

I smiled and closed my eyes, putting a foot down a step to stretch it out and sighed.

"…Yeah. I know."

"If you know, then why don't you do something about it!?" Knuckles, always ready to pull his voice out and speak up when he sees something he doesn't like. "The very fact that she's a girl means you should do somethin' about it! Girls aren't meant to mope about, they gotta be treated decently! Ain't that half your job?!" …Still, it made me like him like that. He was a good guy, and had the real makings of a hero–at least, to my standards–and a good friend at that!

"Half, huh?" I took another sip. Did everyone think me and Amy were something more..? After all these years, I hadn't the slightest clue. Seems everyone else held a standard in their mind about it though…

"I'm serious! Aren't you planning to do something about it?"

"Am I?" I smirked, not liking to be asked direct questions about myself. I took the coconut drink down and set it to the side, getting up and stretching my arm out in a few simple gestures. Spreading it across my chest and pulling it with my other hand, then twisting my torso right and down as I put the other arm back and used the one I'd momentarily stretched to reach sky high with it. "Boy, that feels good!"

"Grr… Sonic… if you're making fun of this, I'll-!" Before getting Knuckles too wound up, seeing him lift his fists again, I flicked myself in my usual–Sonic Charm~

I winked and wiggled my pointer finger, turning one leg to be slightly bent as I was about to speed off anyway.

I had heard what I wanted too, now time to do some more digging before investigating it right at it's source.

"Don't worry so much, Knuckles! Like I'd ever leave Amy to her own assumptions." I still wasn't sure what she was struggling with… but wanting to be alone and not have anyone clinging to her in affection?

Didn't sound like Amy Rose to me.

While heading to dart off the island, I stopped by the chao and asked them what their story was.

Squatting down, I think I mustered up enough of my expertise in games to figure out their charaded play. It seems the chao could tell something was off from Amy's usual, cheery nature. To try and help, they tried to swarm her as she usually did with endless hugs, but she delicately plucked each one off at a time and set them back down.

All she wanted was to sit, looking sadly between her arms and legs–I'm guessing the chao were trying to do the fetal upright position but their budgy bodies just can't do it.–and pat their heads.

It made them uncomfortable to not be able to love on her, I assumed, and they continued to show me great concern as they held my arms in different places and showed me their adorable eyes.

"I get it, don't worry, Amy's gonna be just fine." I smiled the best I could, but hearing… well, seeing their side of the story really… heh, opened my eyes?

Puns. Always a defense mechanism when you don't intend to use them that way.

Something had me wanting to wait before I saw Amy again, though. Usually, that wasn't like me, but I wanted a bigger picture.

I sped over to Cream's and Vanilla's, where I thought more insight might be had.

Tails had already called them, doing his own work to try and collect the pieces before directly asking Amy. We all knew Amy could be a bit… Nah, I won't say it. But we wanted a better idea before we approached her about it.

Just safer that way…

I rubbed my head, remembering how easily one could fall into that hammer's swing if they didn't word things a bit more carefully, as Cream and Vanilla recounted Amy's strange melancholy behavior, and how she wanted to seem less-

"Feminine?" That threw me for a loop, and trust me, I've had my fair share of running through loops.

"Well, not quite." Vanilla was sitting on her lovely coach with Cream and Cheese sitting adjacent but slightly on her lap. She looked down at Cream who held her chin up a moment, wanting to be polite as she addressed me.

I did my best to hold a steady and kind eye-contact, but I could tell she was struggling to admit what she heard and saw.

"Miss Amy kept asking me strange questions. Like… Was she too much on something. I didn't understand and she kept insisting I shouldn't coddle her or lie to her. I didn't know how to take that… I would never lie to Miss Amy! I just… didn't understand what she wanted from me."

It pained me to see that Amy had hurt someone from her own insecurities.

That was everything Amy stood against, and that's when I knew this was getting out of hand.

I had let her be for a day just to see if she would either work it out on her own or come crying to me… but she hadn't done either.

She was now hurting those close to her… and so it was time to intervene.

"Thank you for telling me that, Cream." I purposefully spoke as tenderly as I could, "I'm sure that was hard for you. I'm very grateful you told me what happened."

She buried herself into her mother's chest, still hurt, and that drove a powerful fire through me.

That does it, Amy.

You don't hurt people when you're injured.

You come to someone stronger to help heal you if you can't do it yourself.

At the time, I was really upset. Amy must have been polarized by the media.

They call her too traditional? Is that why she wanted to be more 'tough' like? Too protected? Too appeased?

Feminine… did she feel like a damsel in distress instead of our trusted friend?

I was trying to keep my head leveled, but I ended up closing my eyes during my run and letting the night's air beat against me to try and cool myself off before finding her.

She wasn't home, I checked the windows. No lights.

Unless she was sitting the dark, Amy always had a reading light on. She only turned every light off in her house when she was going to bed, so she could see the stars and feel like we were watching them together, no matter if we were far apart or not.

I looked to see she hadn't any dirty dishes in the sink, and while peeking through the window, I noticed her drapes were down as well. That means she hadn't been cooking or baking, and that she hadn't opened the windows and pulled the drapes to let the smells carry, hoping I'd catch wind of it and invite myself in for a dinner with her.

I sped over to the city, thinking maybe she went on one of those 'journey walks' where she just window shops but ends up buying too many bags and waiting for me to bolt by and help her with them. She liked to think and experience things outside the home too… but I didn't see her struggling with shopping bags anywhere.

She wasn't watching Twinkle Park's lights from her favorite outdoor restaurant, or purposefully losing her hat in hope's I'd somehow see it and return it to her. She wasn't sitting on her favorite spot with her favorite outdoor umbrella with her typical strawberry and vanilla shake and pretending she was too cold to finish it, bundling up and hoping I'd make a move and pull her closer or something.

She wasn't in the fields where she'd pick flowers with Cream, or stare up at the clouds and reminisce about old times and stories we used to tell each other, or have her head on a bed of flowers so butterflies would come and sit on her still face as she dreamed of a future with me in it. Waiting for me to zip by and have the butterflies spread out and fly through my backdraft as the air around where I just blazed through would slowly return to a even, equilibrium.

She wasn't anywhere I usually found her at.

I came up to my last spot I could think of. Why was this so hard? Amy could find me in a heartbeat… which… I couldn't quite feel right now because it was fluttering dangerously like my shaky breaths.

I kept a strong look on my face, simply because I was worried my fear at not finding her would leak through and make her feel bad about being too well hidden.

I didn't want her to feel bad… I didn't want her to be alone for this long.

It had been the dark of the second day… I just wanted to see her. Make sure she was okay…

That anger that once fueled me was now popping in sparks of concern that made me walk around the rolling hills of Green Hill zone.

If she wasn't here… looking for me… then I truly didn't know where she was.

Eggman… would have been my next guess.

That, or Amy was replaced by a robot of his and was terrorizing the living daylights out of her friends!

… It was concerning. I wouldn't worry. I couldn't worry… Amy wasn't a little girl anymore and hateful, spiting comments were to be expected when you live in the spotlight.

But I was just wanting to know where she was… how she was… It was starting to drive me crazy.

"Where are you… Amy?" I looked up to the sky, blank and black, and I didn't like the omen it sent me. Like chills down my fur, the wind finally got to me. I felt the cold… empty world for the first time… realizing Amy was out in it without me.

Was she without her coat? Was she silently re-reading those awful articles?

'Amy… Amy… Hear me… You're not alone.' My thoughts channeled through to my feet and I kept searching, darting here to there, scouting out east and west, north to south was like zig-zagging till every blade swayed left and right to make sure she wasn't hiding somewhere in it's darkened shade…

A crescent moon… not a full one. She liked the full moon.

'Amy…'

As I ran through a rather flattened terrain of another zone, I watched to the side of me how the treelined slimmed down and the edge of the world rose up on a hill… that soon became a mountain.

Blocking my view… of any light the night could have brought to her.

She only liked the dark when she was about to sleep… it'd be too dark to really see her way home, soon.

I had confidence she knew her way home, that the world wasn't that dangerous… but I wondered if her mind could be.

'Amy…' I bit down my teeth, charging forward in a streak of blue.

"AMMMMYYY!"

—-

As though hearing something in the distance, I raised my head and looked back over my shoulder.

Something kept telling me Sonic was looking for me… but I wondered if that was true this time.

I turned my solemn head with a sigh back to the last shred of light from the fading sun… I felt like… if I got any closer, I would feel it's warmth envelop me completely… and I'd disappear from this world.

All these awful words in my head would cease, all this terrible feeling of not being enough, or too much, or just dull and unwanted… I wanted it all to go away.

I had cried and thought so much, self-reflected to the point of not even knowing where I was or how far I had traveled off too.

Tails said I was acting too sensitive to words that random people that didn't even know me had said. Knuckles yelled at me when I tried to change my behavior so I wasn't what those people had written about. Cream even got tongue-tied trying to voice her own thoughts about me… and ended up just saying something to 'feed my ego' as they put it.

No… Cream wouldn't do that. Tails wouldn't try and be so dismissive of me like they said they all are. Knuckles… Okay, Knuckles is loud and yells a lot, but he meant well..!

She groaned and let herself flop back to lay against the cold grass, still holding her arms around herself as she was getting terribly cold in her heartache.

Knuckles just didn't like how the chao were reacting to my new behavior… it's understandable they would have been apprehensive to me trying to love them a little less directly… But practicing my new, refined self on them didn't seem to have any good effects…

Maybe I'm overthinking… but I just want someone to tell me… I'm alright.

She put her arms over her eyes, refusing to look up at such a dark and ugly sky tonight.

"I just-" she sniffed, feeling the hot tears break through her already stained, sticky cheeks full of her earlier dried tears again. "I just want someone to tell me I'm perfect the way I am..!"

A sound arrowed itself into a bow along the plain of where Amy was, a sound that soared through her like a sonicboom that cracked through to her heart and made her sit up, looking as though with outrageous hope towards the last lowering light of the sun's touch…

The grassy hill behind her seemed to have made a sound like something was moving quickly across it's tundra… like something was refusing to let her sit in the quietness to let her thoughts overwhelm and consume her.

Her thoughts could hear someone calling her name…

"Sonic..?"

She lightly whispered his name out.

Then, as though pushing her lips back to not bother him, but wanting more than anything to jump into his arms-!

"SOOONIICCC!"

—–

He zoomed back to the sound, his eyes raising as though elated to finally get a trace of her.

And those tears that sparkled and lit up the entire night sky with stars…

And those arms that reached out for him, as though stretching on for eternity… a never-ending yearning he always accepted, granted a little half-heartedly, but never refused.

That scene was forever imprinted on him… and he wasn't letting Amy leave his sights till she was her usual, teasingly flirty and emotionally unbreakable, spirited and youthful self again!