Anonymous asked:

Do you know that thing where people say if you ignore a guy they'll notice you more? Do you think you could do a prompt of someone telling Amy that and she attempts it on Sonic, only to take it too far and have Sonic go in a downward spiral of longing?

cutegirlmayra answered:

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I'm gonna have way too much fun with this one.

Prompt:

"So… that's it?"

Amy pulled her sweater down from the hands that were in it's pockets, her eyes sharp as the sheer cold around them.

Sonic looked up to her, but his eyes showed a silent regret.

She pursed her lips, holding back tears before turning away from him, letting some breath go to attempt to release the tension that held in her chest.

She looked to the blanketed sky above her, longing for more, but hoping for less.

"I see…." she tried to kick the ground but ended up stomping on it a few times, unable to hold her true emotions back.

Finally, her face creased and she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. "Darn it!" she turned back to him, throwing her hands out in a clear mature tantrum. "You cant' just push me away like this! What about the others?! Tails, Knuckles… even Cream!" she gestured behind her, before kicking at last some spraying snow up to just reach his knees as he looked away.

He held his head low but there was no sign of shame.

She continued to breath hard, before her body swung side to side and she dipped lower and lower to the ground before gripping her head and springing back up again.

"Sonic-!…. I love you!"

He closed his eyes as she watched the air from his nose steam out like a backwards pipe.

"Amy… if what Eggman said was true… then I don't have much time." he turned back to her, his eyes fixated on the mission at hand.

She'll have to wait for a better explanation.

"So that's it?! Take on the whole world and leave your friends behind, is that it?! Run away and only come back on weekends!?" She gestured out to nowhere, but clearly meant the world, though it seemed to not want to be involved in this lover's quarrel.

"This isn't about just me, Amy!" He finally got emotion, at least, somewhat. With justified rage, he swung his arm out, cutting her time to speak off and starting his own…

"I have to hunt down Eggman. If he's planning what he said he is, then I don't want any of you involved!"

"You still think we're not good enough on our own? Somehow… we're still weak and fragile to you.. aren't we?" she held in a small, cold choke inside her throat.

Sonic could see her swallowing.

It gave him some confidence that he was winning.

"I'm sorry, Amy… but I care too much about your safety. Everyone stays." he stated this as if it was final.

"…Everyone… gets left behind."

That cut deeper into Sonic's heart than she may ever know.

He saw her suddenly look up, soak in the melting snow to calm her heated face, and looked back.

He let his shoulders rest, tightening his fist.

"You act like it's over."

There was a sudden gust in the chilling wind…

Her eyes remained cold… but still glossy from her tears she withheld.

"…Are you going to stare at me forever?" he started to turn away, not waiting for a response.

He knew if she spoke, she'd regret whatever last words she'd say.

But they wouldn't be her last.

Not yet.

"Sonic!"

He looked behind his shoulder, still remaining strong.

Still remaining a hero.

There eyes locked for what seemed to the both of them.. an eternity of confessing love at last sight.

"…I'll always be waiting for you… I won't turn around. I won't look away… I'll stand right here… until I can't see an inch of you in the snow."

There was something strong and powerfully enduring in those words.

Sonic's eyes scanned hers one last time, taking in every word they secretly, though loudly bore.

His own eyes softened, his mouth opened to reveal some heavy breathes, before he forced himself to look away…

And never returned.

—-

Amy waited on some tables, taking notes and skating off into the back room to dodge other waitresses rollerblading around.

"Two more, Joe." she happily dinged the bell before a woman scooted over with a wireless, brick like phone.

"It's your brother, dear." she smacked her gum in her mouth and skated away with her hands still up as if carrying two phones.

Amy watched before wondering what she meant, and took the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Heh, brother? Again, thrilled to be your emergency contact, but brother?"

"You've always been my little bro, Tails." Amy smiled, happy to hear his sarcasm hadn't faded.

"I know you're working, but you've gotta come see this."

"Is it really important? Last time you said that, the plane's 'new' engine almost exploded." she snickered.

"Almost." Tails reminded her, "Slight miscalculation on fuel gauges. Rookie mistake."

"At this stage, you shouldn't be calling yourself a rookie!" Amy teased, leaning against the wall and fiddling with her gloves, pulling them up a little to pinch at the space it created for her now ducked fingers.

"Amy…. It's-"

Amy had already raced down the street, her coat flying over her waitress uniform and skates thrown onto the street's pavement.

"About Sonic."

Charging into an emergency room, the team was already gathered.

Cream was attending what looked to be a wearied Sonic, bruised up and aged considerably.

"He came in and collapsed like that. Saying he needed to see us all again." Tails mournfully spoke, taking his engineering hat down that a train station had offered him.

He agreed to work there, only because getting a license at flying was over way too easily.

Aced every exam.

Knuckles was refined, as usual. Hands on his now slender hips and his chest widened with exercise and proper eating habits.

The Chaos on Angel Island would miss him soon… including Rouge…

Cream had on her school uniform, but tenderly dipped his cloth back into the cool water with both hands, then reached on her tippi-toes to lay it across his forehead.

Any slowly moved closer.

Like a high definition movie… she noticed every change, every slight feature that had grown into this beautiful man.

His breaths were shallow… but each one clung at her heart.

"He wanted to see us…" Tails continued, but seemed to repeat himself out of worry.

"…All?" Amy breathed out at last, holding her hands back, wanting to reach out and feel if he was real.

His spines… they've created a deeper shade of blue that matched more of the heaven's skyline.

Would they still feel the same? Or were they smoother? Softer to the touch? Or harder than before because of all the fighting?

Non-stop fighting… only the universal radio would spark to life with any such news of his daring fleets or heroic actions against Eggman deciding to stay on the move and not stick around one spot for too long.

Of course, wherever Eggman went, Sonic followed, trailing after him as devotedly as Amy once did for him.

Once…

Had he changed at all since then?

Her mind wrapped around the memory as if suffocating her into a soft blanket of warm tears, before releasing her into the frigged air of that awful morning.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered.

She stepped back in a light gasp, her eyes scanned the whites and then a deep… piercing green.

"…I have to go."

Why was she suddenly running?

"Amy..?"

Tails turned to watch her go, before Knuckles shook his head.

"She's seen enough."

"What do you mean?" Tails turned back to him, a perfect distraction for her to make her escape.

But why?

Resentment.

After so many years of painfully waiting for him… her love had iced over to bitterness. Cold enough to sting you at first touch.

She came to check on him.

Nothing more.

Cream almost ran out after her, "Miss Amy!" she cried before her hands shot back to her chest and held each other as if making sure her own heart didn't break.

"A.." Sonic started to come too.

"Amy…?"

—-

Head held low, she shoved her hands back in her coat pockets. Black pavement of pebbled roads suddenly were the most fascinating things to her.

She couldn't get the helplessness of how he laid there in what only could be interpreted as a painful agony… before she was relieved at the memory of him waking up.

'He'd be okay. He's back now. But I'm sure he won't stay long.' Her heart told her so many times to quit it. To stop being a baby about it.

But she couldn't help the slight snowfall in her heart. As if that day never heated over into spring.

Remained winter.

Remained frozen in her mind.

A gust of wind made her stop and cover herself, before she knew the second she opened her eyes, and withdrew her hands, she would see him again.

"Hello."

It sounded charming enough.

"Aren't you gonna say something back?"

She conceded to the darkness, agreeing with it to stay and keep her eyes shut.

She moved to the side, and started to walk on. Feeling her way with the tap of her feet to be sure of their placement, she began to slowly make her way passed the voice.

"…H-huh?"

Puzzlement.

Maybe he would get bored and leave her a-

"Hey! You! With the silence only a mother could love." he tried to kid, and she could hear his feet pacing after her.

No.

Don't tease me.

No more games.

"…Amy?"

She opened her eyes and looked down at the dirty ground that shifted immediately to concrete.

Stepping up the side walk, she lowered her arms and promised herself to advance.

She suddenly heard the footsteps pause and come to a striding halt… which gave her confidence to speed walk faster.

"Amy."

It was too tender. To pleading for her to stop her dumb act.

He must of known how much she longed to see him again.

"…I thought you said you'd never look away."

Then it hit her.

She was a woman of her word… after all.

Her head shot up and immediately, she obeyed her heart's true desire.

She turned around, but didn't look at him.

Slowly, she strained herself to let go of her stubbornness and pride… and almost darn near melted at the sight of his spring eyes on hers.

It was like he always lived in spring.

Like his eyes… never experienced winter before.

"Aren't you surprised to see me?" He moved his arms out and tipped a toe up, inviting her into what he knew she wanted.

She was firmly held solid to the ground. As if figurative iced had latched her spirit and wouldn't allow her to move.

She breathed… and that was all.

Almost awestruck by his perfect features, flawless smile, and even those enchanting eyes…

With the sudden flight of worry in them, she noticed him lower his hands and straighten himself out.

"….You still mad about what happened?" He concluded, and the word 'mad' didn't sit right with her in that sentence.

No. She wasn't mad.

Bitter.

"I have to go to work." she stated, as if making up an excuse could help her any.

She couldn't move.

His face suddenly sang a thousand sorrows.

"…Oh." he tilted his eyes down.

She suddenly felt her heart leap out of her throat, "How'd you get those… wounds." it came out like a gushing waterfall.

She thought she had frosted over everything.

Guess his eyes melted her streams… just slightly.

His eyebrows leaped up as he suddenly rose his head, and smirked.

She was letting him win again… and for some reason…

That annoyed her.

She looked away, jutting an arm out to swing and hit her side as if scolding herself.

'I just care too much.' she told herself.

"Yeah, a pretty gruesome fight." he looked himself over, "Can you believe this is the handiwork of five Metal Sonics?" he grinned and looked back at Amy.

That same smile… it was like his whole face was the sun, and she was allowing herself to be basked in it's rays…

She was melting.

And she could feel her hard ground suddenly smoothing out.

As frozen seeds started to crack open their shells.

"That's terrible." she spoke out quickly, and with a jagged second wind, she pivoted and started rushing down the sidewalk in a hurried step of paced footwork.

"I have to go."

"Amy?"

"Goodbye!" she suddenly dashed, surprising Sonic as he reached out for her.

"Wait!"

"I'm done with that!" she hollered out, as tears started to stream down her face, her heart's memory locked on better times, but her brain trapped in endless snow fall.

A blizzard suddenly.

Her sorrow turned to even greater resistance.

"Just leave me alone!"

She felt the slightly brush of a hand that had moved at lightning speeds to stop her, but with her sudden last breath, it had frozen as quickly as her memory upon that snowy day so many years ago…

—-

She waited on more tables.

Suzy Q handed her a tray and pointed to a table where the tip of a solid black cowboy hat was peeking the back of it over the station.

Amy nodded, moving her head a little more to see who the stranger was, before skating over to give him his hamburger and fries.

The figure was deeply covered in black, and some faint blue…

"Will that be all, sir?" she setted the table with more napkins and dusted herself off, taking the empty ketchup bottle and removing a fresh one from her apron's pockets and placing it down in it's place.

"Yeah." the voice coughed a moment, "How about a milkshake?"

"What kind?" She smiled, sweet as usual.

"…Got anything you like?" his hat tilted just slightly, but only a paige muzzle was seen.

His smile caught her attention, but she shook it off with a shake of her head. "Yeah. My favorites have to be plain vanilla or strawberry. Oh! There's a nice chief in the back. He makes me a vanilla one with whole strawberries dipped in it! Hehe~ I know that sounds silly,… you can't slurp up whole strawberries, but I love it all the same! I pick them out as I go, using a fork or spoon to hassle them out and straight into my mouth! Haha!" she had been nominated as Employee of the Month for selling a menu item like that.

She had a way of charming even the grumpiest of men into one of her favorite dishes.

"…." The stranger seemed to pause, taking her personality in before nodding his head and dipping his hat down. "I'll take that then."

Something was off in his voice. It was like he was purposefully trying to grumble.

She nodded, not judging a book by it's cover.

After all, they tipped the best!

"Sure thing, sir! Right away! And don't you wait one more minute for a refill on fries either! It's on me~" she kicked her leg up and winked, before attempting to fly off towards the kitchen.

The stranger was still…

He suddenly pulled a hand to his chest and she noticed it slide up to his face, covering his eyes…

"…Sir?"

"I'm fine." he coughed again, this time, into his mouth. "I'll take your milkshake."

She tilted her head in concern, but she moved nevertheless for him.

Returning back, she placed the milkshake down, skiding to a halt and putting her hands on her waist in triumphant.

"Before the fries got cold!" she cheered herself, as the man had his hands up together, and for a moment, was using them to lean forward over his food on.

"Take a seat then." he gestured in front of him.

Amy made a puzzled look, and looked at the chair.

"Pardon?"

"Pardoned. Now… sit." he gestured again.

"Oh, but I'm not really allowed to-" she hugged the tray under her arm, holding it as though a shield, and feeling an odd vibe around this guy.

She waved her hand out before he sated once again, pounding his fist to the table slightly, "Sit."

She did so, almost immediately, before her cheeks puffed up at letting him scare her.

"Hey! I'm not one to bully around, sir!" she glared, before he leaned foward on his joined, intertwined hands again.

"You seem like a nice girl." he suddenly stated, making Amy grow nervous with some slight chilly sweat coming down her face.

"Let me ask you something."

"I'd rather you not." she muttered, lowering her head and placing her tray down on her lap.

He flicked his hat slightly, but still no sign of a face.

"Why aren't you married yet? A sweet miss like yourself."

"…You aren't coughing anymore."

Startled, the figure suddenly leaned back and coughed into his hand.

"Something's not right about you." Amy narrowed her eyes, squinting before leaning forward.

"You're clearly not from around here…" she played the western very well, and pretended to be holding him down with her men on standby, a wild west sheriff's roughnecked daughter.

She suddenly embodied it, and kicked her feet up on the side of the table.

This caught the man off guard… as her pink leg covered his field of vision.

"I 'aught to string you up for even daring to ask a woman about her past." she put her hands behind her back, taunting him and getting herself ruffled out of being scared of him.

"What's all that for? You crushing or something?"

"…Heh." he ducked his head down, as if amazed by her guts.

"You're fearless, aren't you?" he grinned, and suddenly his voice rang a bell.

She broke her character… and slowly lowered her feet down and removed her relaxed hands.

He laughed into his hand, trying to hide it, but couldn't.

It was signature.

It was spring.

"Only if you promise to tighten the knot, darlin'." he suddenly lifted his head up, showing off those flower fields he hid so well in his eyes, and winked.

"Hello Amy."

She was floored.

Spiraling out of that chair so fast, she was suddenly hooked by a hand and shot back down in the seat.

"What's the rush? Tips on me!"

"L-let me go!"

She struggled in his lap, his hand keeping her still as he reached over her flailing body and took a fry, popping it in his mouth.

"Emm~ Missed your cooking though. Tell me, how'd you end up a waiter?"

She continued to try and reach back and remove his hand from her dress's white collar.

One wrong move… and uniform would be the only thing left on…

"Ohhh..! Sonic!"

"Acting didn't work out for ya?"

"Sir."

As Sonic winked to her, he suddenly was unimpressed at the interuption and looked up at the man addressing him.

He was big and burly.

"That's my star girl you've got your cruddy mitts on, sir." He was looming with a large stature that could frighten a bear.

Sonic looked unphased. "You're girl?" he looked almost offended, but confused.

"I thought this was Sonic's girl."

Amy's whole being suddenly stopped struggling.

She stared up at him.

"Yeah right. Like he'd ever have the guts to show his spineless face around here! After dumping her in that frostbitten park for so many years. Staring out on a blanket of nothin' but old, lost dreams! If he ever comes back, she's sure to let him have a piece of her mind!" He wagged a threatening finger before reaching out and gripping Amy, helping her up and out from across his lap and patting her back, whispering tenderly as he coaxed him behind his back.

"You okay, lovely?"

Amy was gripping her head, it was mostly pure shock. Not horror.

She looked over at him again.

He stared at her, a new, profound longing in his eyes.

"I won't ask you, mister. You should already know. Get out!" the man threw an arm out to slash a finger through the air and shoot his pointed finger straight to the door.

Sonic looked at it…

But then got up and looked to eye to eye with the man.

"You must be the chief."

He threw off the hat, and took off the black cloak. "I hear you're awful sweet."

"Sonic! Don't!"

"Why you-!"

"No one's taking Amy from me, pal!"

Sonic jumped up, springy as though still in his youth, but much more skilled now than before.

He leaped with a hand ruffling the man's head over him as his head dipped almost to pound itself into Sonic's butt-dent on the cushioned seat.

Sonic saluted a farewell behind him, cocky as ever. "Nice talkin' to ya." he threw out a handful of rings. "Keep the change."

"GRRRRAHHHH!" the man rose up, lifting the table with him.

"Gruff, no!" Amy stepped out in front of Sonic, and he winked to the man as if he knew she would.

The man contemplated her sudden movement, before looking and squinting more at Sonic. "W-what..?"

Sonic strung an arm around Amy, and stuck his tongue out at the man before using his free hand to pull down the lower bit of his eye.

"Nwot. Ywours." he crudely stated, having his words slur due to his tongue sticking out.

He swiped her up into his arms and bolted out, "Smell ya later!"

"Long time no see, Amy! You sure pick good company."

He set her down, adjusting his gloves in the warm park that once held a painful memory to her.

"Whooo! I'm stuffed! Sorry you couldn't enjoy your milkshake though."

He was facing away from her as she stared at her forbidden passion. Standing in the exact same place every morning… where he had left her.

Months… years… what did it matter.

She was always here.

It was like her ghost moved on without her body knowing it.

She was always at this park… every day.

"….I guess you recognize it… huh?" He turned to look back at her, before his shyness was too noticeable to him and he shook his hands out, not wanting to fiddle with his gloves anymore.

"Amy… Tails told me a lot about what happened."

Amy remained staring… at the same spot he once disappeared from.

"Knuckles said it was best to give you time. You know… not be awesome all at once."

She closed her eyes.

"…Okay, I'm not the best at conversation anymore. That comes with being alone for the past… pfft, what? Five years?"

"Eight." Amy corrected. "Eight years…."

Sonic held himself in suspense.

"…Eight?" he tried to count.

"…Have I really missed that many birthdays?"

"You've been missed… I'm not sure about your end." she held the ice that once again emerged from her heart out and letting it spread up her body to her throat, then out her mouth.

"… You've been waiting that long… huh." he looked embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head and fidgeting on his feet.

"…Look, you may hate me, but… I never forgot what you said. About… well, you konw." he looked away.

"Waiting?"

He folded his arms. "No… although that was pretty moving. Heh." he smiled, remembering something fond before shaking his head, keeping a distant. "Nah, not that… something more important… You were always moving, Amy."

…Amy… How he was saying her name.

It's like he'd rehearsed this a thousand times.

"I.." he looked down, kicking the ground, before growing skittish and looking away, holding the sides of his elbows but trying to play it off as a casual fold-of-your-arms look. "I guess I never stopped thinking about it, you know? You growing up.. changing.. how you saw that moment. Especially now, too. I never said I wouldn't come back."

"You also never said if you would."

He suddenly looked back at her.

"..Amy, you're making this incredibly difficult."

She swallowed hard.

"Good."

He rose his head.

"Now you know what it was like." she started to walk off. "How the view looks…"

His eyes rose and traced her figure down the path…

The scene trusted a blanket of white… powders of snow suddenly twirled around her and spread throughout the park in her wake.

She softly, with the grace of a turning eagle, moved her arms out and stood a few, long ways away from him.

"Do you remember… that you never looked back."

His eyes were absolutely saturated in her colors.

Against the white of his vision, he could see her back in that coat, her soft pink crying with the wind carrying the tears away for him.

Never would he allow himself to step away from taking those tears off himself.

"I'm sorry." he stifled himself. "I never meant to hurt you."

She lowered her hands, her face full of numbness.

"What did you mean to do then."

"…Try." Now a strange new feature of his face took hold of all his natural beauty.

His eyes bent and absolute emotion portrayed on his face.

In that shameful breath, came a thousand nights of thoughts that floated around the stars at night. All spelling her name. Drawing her sweet smile. Mimicking her glowing face…

"I had to try and save the world, Amy. One last time." Sonic stepped forward. "But I darn near didn't… and it was because of what you said. I couldn't leave it be. When I finally did move on, I suffered in thinking about all of you."

He advanced more, as Amy's snow-filled valley sunk deep in her heart.

The soft ground.. sprung some green…

"I ran to your window in the deepest of nights, staring in and making sure you were alright. Some days I watched from a distance to see you lose your first job. The moment you cried when your garden died."

Her eyes suddenly welled up with water, as trees began to motion themselves upright and dust off the frost that had preserved them for so many years.

All around her… he was creating spring again.

"I almost leaped out to 'I'm here!' when you watched that scary movie in your living room all by yourself. And when you walked in the night to check on that stray flicky when it cried out for it's family. And stood by it's side till his family returned. I couldn't always run back. It was painful to watch you remaining so strong. I never knew you came here in the mornings though. I had to race back, each and every night, to get away from the guilt and longing of telling you. Of admitting that fighting Eggman, saving the world, and protecting you wasn't enough."

He had advanced so much towards her, that already she was filled with rushing warm waterfalls, fields of flowers, and greenery that revealed the life still inside her.

Face to face, he held back his breath to simple take in the moment of being close to her again.

She was crying.

"I've been here, Amy. I've watched Tails, Cream, and even Knuckles when he's stupid enough to think that Chaos are messing with him while he sleeps." He gestured a hand out that made Amy giggle, before she covered her mouth and couldn't help but cry harder.

"…Amy… I'm sorry I never told you sooner. Maybe it would have made the waiting harder… maybe it would have made it easier on me… but either way."

He reached a hand up, wiping the tear he had longed to do himself for over a decade.

"…I want to be here.. to take care of you now, Amy."

The tilt of his head, the gentle touch, all of winter had passed into a bright, beautiful spring morning.

Amy gently curled her fingers down, staring at the only man she'd ever loved, and watching as his face bent down to hers.

A gentle breeze of spring.

It almost sounded like-

I love you.