Anonymous asked:
Hiya~ I want to say that you've been doing such an amazing job with these prompts and your dedication is just . I have a sonamy prompt for you: In Asia, we celebrate White Day. A holiday 1 month after valentines day. It's custom for guys to get their lovers gifts, chocolates, etc. It's a response to valentines day where it's custom for girls to give the guys their gifts. You get the gist? Sometimes, guys are expected to give 3X the amount of gifts to the girls compared to what they were given
cutegirlmayra answered:
Prompt:
"I'm sorry, sir. We're closed."
"You can't be closed! It's just… you can't! No..!" Sonic slid his foot into the closing, sliding door, fighting with the manager who was closing up for the day.
"Urk… sir! We're closed!"
"B-but you don't understand!" Sonic strained against the force of the man trying to close the store from the inside, while Sonic was trying to force his way within.
"Look, bud, it's your fault for being late! Now, scram!"
"But I'm-!"
"Scram!" The man shut the sliding door and locked it up, kicking Sonic to be able to accomplish the task.
"I'm Sonic The-!" he fell back, flipping to avoid injury and landing perfectly before getting up and angrily watching the man lock up for the night.
He straightened himself up, dusting off and sighing.
He placed his hands on his hips,…"Well, Sonic… you've put yourself into a pickle now." He tried not to look it… but written all over his mixed face was the expression of worry and regret.
As he spoke, an elderly couple walked by the store, a late night walk for the two.
The man looked over to see Sonic, hearing his last words as he scratched the back of his head, "Maybe Amy will understand…"
The man smiled and patted what appeared to be his wife's hands, and then unhooked himself from his gentlemen-like stroll with her to approach Sonic.
"Evening, sir."
Sonic didn't seem in the mood for chatting but politely looked behind his shoulder. "…Evening." He looked forward and folded his arms, sighing another grumble of disappointment.
The man 'hmm'd and turned to his wife, "Well… something tells me you're cutting White Day pretty close…"
Sonic slumped forward, his ears moving away a little but straining to not show any further guilt.
"It's almost night, you know."
"It is night."
"Just trying to make you feel better, son." The old man reached into his pocket.
"Here."
Sonic turned around to find a huge, white-wrapped chocolate bar in the man's hands, presenting it to him.
"…What's this for?" Sonic blinked his eyes, a little dense but mostly curious as the man chuckled lightly.
"It's not every day you see a hero struggling with something so mundane as a holiday gift." The elderly man then turned to look at his wife. "I remember when I was young… madly in love… and full of promise and envy for those with the things I wanted." He turned back to Sonic, "Now, are you gonna have me bend over forever?"
Sonic sweat-dropped, but took the chocolate as the man then held his hand over his own. "H-huh?"
"My wife had a suitor. But she picked me instead of gold and silver. Do you know why?"
"..Uh.." Sonic looked a little creeped out, not liking to be lectured. "Good looks?"
The man laughed before bonking Sonic on the head with his cane. "No."
Sonic flinched, looking at the spot as the man continued while he rubbed the sore spot on his head.
At least with quills, he didn't have to worry about a bump forming… the quills cushioned the blow anyway.
"It's because I never forgot White Day."
The old man and woman waved Sonic off, before leaning in on each other and walking with the wife's head on her husband's shoulder and his on top of her resting one.
Sonic watched the two, thinking about what the old man said and his own response.
He looked down at the chocolate.
"…So much for romantic." Sonic frowned, clutching the chocolate. "Man… I'm really not on my game today." He took off, heading for Amy Rose's house.
The bell rang so many times that Amy thought at first it was an alarm clock.
But… she didn't own one of those.
She hadn't for a while, but reflex made her arm jerk out to turn whatever it was off before her mask over her eyes slipped off her nose and she fell off her bed.
"Offph!"
DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG!
"Ughhh…" she got herself up, barely had time to look decent, and rushed with her fluffy white rope to the door.
"Sonic..? If you think I'll forgive you for some last minute-" she opened the door, "Tails? What's wrong?"
Tails walked in, carrying flowers, chocolates, everything white themed before dropping it at her feet.
"I know you thought he forgot but-!"
"…." Amy stared at all the items… it was as if she knew none of them were from Sonic.
"But he just stored everything at my house! S-so,…" Tails stepped back, gesturing to the items he had placed down and wearily smiled, sheepishly hoping she wouldn't pick up on how much he was sweating.
Her eyes fell and were covered in the darkness of the night.
"Eh…heh…heh."
"I know you want to help, Tails…" she started.
"B-but-!" Tails tried for another reasoning, but Amy saw right through him.
"If Sonic's gift is a 'White Lie' then I don't want it." She slowly pushed with her foot any gifts that had rolled into the house through the front door, and slowly closed it.
"But, Amy, he… He really did try and-!"
Click.
"Goodnight, Tails." Amy whispered as she leaned her head on the door.
She couldn't sleep after that. She made herself some hot chocolate and sat down, taking in the sweetness and trying to think back over the day.
Sonic hadn't come.
He didn't even call.
She had given him so much for Valentine's day, or Black day, whichever you chose to call it.
She had instructed him specifically to meet her at certain place and time, and surprisingly, he made it.
A little tardy, but not as severe as he usually was, so she considered it on time. For Sonic standards… anyway.
She greeted him with balloons, candy, home-cooked sweets, love letters, and even wore her favorite perfume.
She had stated that all he needed to give her in return was his heart, shaped in a circle so she could wear it on her finger, but he pretended not to hear her.
She may have overdone it… embarrassing him at that public park… but where else could she have gone to be alone with him? She couldn't have just run to find him considering he could be anywhere if she didn't give him a place to be.
She sighed and slouched down further into the couch, still daydreaming with a sad countenance the imagined White Day she had in mind.
DING-DONG.
That's what the door would sound like.
She could so clearly hear it, and slowly lowered the hot chocolate to get up and answer it.
And there he would be.
She opened the door, really feeling like this was real, and could vividly see him with a nice jacket on, his belt-buckles all shiny and shimmering in the light of her porch light.
His quills slicked back and a big white-wrapped chocolate bar in his hands…
The air would be cold…
She suddenly shivered.
"Wait…" she opened her glossy eyes wider.
"This is..!" she stepped back, realizing this wasn't a daydream!
"Sonic..?"
"Sorry I got here so late, Amy." He lowered his head, waiting for the hammer…
He had gone over a few possibilities, something he normally wouldn't have prepared for.
But he had something in mind, and didn't want that huge hammer spoiling anything…
"You…" she looked at the clock.
11:55.
"It's almost over, hurry and let me in." He leaned his head forward, urging her to let him through, seeing that the Hammer didn't come out. 'Seems like a good sign!' he encouraged himself on.
Walking by her, their faces were so close for a second, that she paused and felt the world freeze around her.
11:56.
"Amy, I know I forgot. I'm not the brightest tool in the shed sometimes." He removed the jacket, throwing it on the couch and picking up the flower he had strung through the ribbon on the chocolate bar.
11:57.
Amy turned around, amazed and awestruck. She wasn't even able to speak back.
"But I wanted to still make up for it somehow, and I didn't just want to give up. I wanted to find a way. Even if you were mad. Even if I made you sad, I-"
11:58.
Amy's eyes bent when she saw him walk up to her, and bend to a knee.
11:59.
"Amy… you've always just declared yourself as my Valentine. But this time… I'm saying it."
Amy covered her mouth.
He held up the flower and chocolates.
"Thanks for always caring so much about me, Amy."
12:00, White day over.
Amy jumped into his arms, tackling him down as she disregarded the chocolates and flowers, simply laughed and cried, kissing him all over his face.
He smiled and tried to turn away from all the smothering, but this is why he removed the nice jacket…
He stuck up a thumbs up behind her though, as Tails peeked his head in, dropped the extra gifts, and chuckled into his hand.
'Glad I stalled.' Tails silently thought, and tipped-toed away from the lovely scene.
The next morning, or… should I say, when the two saw each other the next day, they ate the chocolates and extra little gifts from Tails's bunch.
Amy scolded Sonic a bit, but he expected that. Still… there was new instruction for him that day.
He was to refer to her as, 'My Valentine' and nothing else.
Finding it a little odd, he figured it was punishment enough and would do so… with the most flirtatious voice he could possibly muster into a deep baritone.
Amy would giggle and the two would continue eating sweets, although Sonic would argue he didn't like eating too many sweets, Amy would stuff his face with some anyway, and the sugar rush brought a whole new side of Sonic out for Amy to see!
Later on, they both agreed that was the best White day, or at least, the most memorable one out of them all!~