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"Where The Petals Fall — He Follows"
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"Midrun Surprise"
(Sonamy / feat. Co.)
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Amy Rose leaned over Tails’ workbench, pink quills tied back with a red ribbon, her eyes squinting as she adjusted the tiniest component of a communicator chip. The yellow fox next to her was trying very hard not to fidget. Mostly because every time Amy moved, her scent—soft wildflowers with that unmistakable dash of vanilla and strawberry—drifted toward his nose. It made his fur fluff involuntarily.
“Okay,” Amy said, straightening up with a tired sigh, stretching until her back gave a satisfying crack.
“That should boost the signal range by at least 25%. Think Sonic’ll finally stop yelling into his wrist now?”
Tails chuckled nervously. “Maybe. But he’s kind of… uh… loud in general. Emotionally, too.”
Amy snorted, smiling, then slowly let her expression soften, more thoughtful.
She leaned on the table now, cheek resting in her palm, eyes drifting toward the window where the clouds rolled lazily by.
“…I just wish he’d talk to me,” she murmured. “ Really talk. Like, I dunno. Say what’s on his mind for once.”
Her voice dipped, gentle, maybe even a little sad. “Instead of always running off.”
Tails’ ears shot up, twin-tails stiffening.
“Wh-What? I—uh—I mean—!”
“Relax, Tails,” she giggled, nudging his arm. “I know you’re not the secret keeper of his emotional walls.”
Not true. Tails absolutely was the keeper of Sonic’s repressed emotional hurricane and had signed several non-verbal bro codes to protect it.
Before he could stammer a defense, a low voice cut in:
“You should kiss him mid-run.”
Both Mobians turned to see Knuckles, arms crossed, leaning in the doorway of the workshop like some red gladiator-shaped relationship counselor.
Amy blinked. “…Come again?”
“Mid-run,” Knuckles said. “Sonic’s got instincts like a wild animal. You wanna override ‘em? Hit him where it short-circuits his brain. A surprise kiss, mid-motion, heart racing… Boom. He’s toast.”
Tails opened his mouth to protest— that’s not how that works —but paused.
Because honestly?
…It might work.
Amy tilted her head, ears twitching thoughtfully.
“…You think he’d short-circuit?”
Knuckles shrugged. “Either that, or you’ll crash and get road rash. Worth it.”
“...That’s possibly the most romantic thing you’ve ever said,” Amy whispered.
Knuckles smirked as he popped a grape in his mouth. “I read it on a fortune cookie.”
Later That Day
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Sonic was doing loops around the outer field behind Tails’ workshop, feet blurring, wind practically singing behind him.
He was in his zone. His ears twitched with every shift in wind, every leaf. He was calm.
Until he wasn’t.
Because halfway through another high-speed loop—
“SONIC!”
He skidded into a slow-down, catching a familiar scent—a soft blend of flowers and strawberry cream—before he even saw her. He turned and—
BAM.
Amy.
In front of him.
Running at full tilt.
A pink blur with fire in her eyes and a determined look on her face.
“Wait, Ames, what are you—?”
And then it happened.
She leapt.
She kissed him.
Mid-run.
Soft. Quick. Pressed flush against his muzzle.
Just enough heat to spark every nerve and leave him absolutely stunned.
The world slowed. His heart exploded.
Ears up, eyes wide, quills puffed so high he looked like he’d been struck by lightning.
His tail flicked once. Twice.
And then?
Sonic.exe stopped functioning.
“…Bu…buh…wh…?”
Amy touched back down lightly, still in a slight jog backwards, cheeks flushed and hands behind her back.
“Thanks for the boost, blue~,” she winked at him, only for another electrical feeling struck through the whole blue speedster's body, and out through the tip of his tail.
She then turned on her heel, not far after, skipping away casually like she hadn’t just delivered a direct attack on his entire emotional system.
Sonic stood there. Mouth slightly open. Ears still twitching. His brain was still somewhere near Saturn by now.
“I-I… y-you…”
'She kissed me mid-run.'
His heart was pounding so loudly he could barely hear the wind.
“…I have to go lie down.”
Meanwhile, Inside the Workshop
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Tails peered through the window, two tails swaying thoughtfully. “She actually did it. She kissed him while he was running.”
Knuckles nodded sagely. “Told you. Instinct override.”
Sonic's POV - 10 Minutes Later
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Sonic was lying on his back in the grass behind Tails’ house.
Literally.
Just flat on his back, arms flopped out, chest heaving like he just ran a Chaos-powered marathon. Which, ironically, he hadn’t.
He’d only been kissed.
While running.
By Amy Rose.
And his brain? Still buffering.
“Okayokayokay,” he whispered to the clouds above, face bright red all the way up to the tips of his twitching ears. “It’s fine. Totally cool. CCC mode—cool, calm, collected—yeah, that’s me.”
His tail flopped.
His quills puffed.
His entire self said otherwise.
“She kissed me mid-run. MID-RUN! ” he whispered-shouted, gloved fingers digging slightly into the grass.
“That’s like— that’s the final level of emotional boss fights! You don’t just DO that to a guy!”
But she had.
And worse?
Sonic did liked it.
Like… really liked it.
His whole body was still humming with it.
That kind of warm, fizzy spark that came from deep Mobian instincts—where affection, touch,
Trust meant something a little more primal, a little more permanent.
And she’d touched him while his heart was racing, while he was at full speed. And his walls were all down.
She got in…
He groaned and threw an arm over his face.
He was never gonna recover from this.
“Gonna have to fake my own disappearance. Move to Angel Island. Change my name to Bluey McZoom.”
From the workshop, Tails and Knuckles peeked out the window again.
“…He’s still lying there?” Tails muttered, his twin tails gave a light curl behind him.
Knuckles nodded. "Tail flick means emotional overload."
Tails glanced at the red echidna with an eyebrow up. " How do you know about this anyway? "
Knuckles shrugged his shoulders. " A textbook that darn thief bat left behind one day, figure I would give it some kind of reading."
Tails wasn't sure if he should question further or let it be for now.
Amy's POV - 15 Minutes Later
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Amy Rose was sitting in her bedroom by now, on the bed, with both her legs crossed,
drinking water like she had not just committed social arson and kissed the fastest boy alive while he was moving. At speed.
She was, in fact, screaming internally.
“Totally fine. Yep. Normal day. Just kissed my longtime crush in the middle of his personal sanctuary of speed. No big deal.”
Her foot was tapping.
Hard.
Her ears were visibly pink.
She set the cup down calmly on her nightstand.
Then immediately slapped her hands over her face and let out a muffled “AAAAAGHHHHH—!”
Rouge, lounging nearby her open window with her wings half-stretched and sunglasses on, lowered them and raised a brow.
“You okay, sugarcookie?”
Amy peeked through her fingers. “I KISSED HIM MID-RUN, ROUGE.”
“Oh, I know. Tails recorded it. They’re editing a slo-mo version with dramatic music.”
“THEY ARE WHAT—”
“Focus,” Rouge grinned. “Question is… was it worth it?”
Amy opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Tried again.
“…He didn’t run away,”
Rouge smirked. “Oho?”
“His ears went full up. His quills fluffed —Rouge, they fluffed. Like a baby Chao getting startled. I think I broke him. Emotionally.”
“Or you broke through.”, Rouge added as she sipped on her smoothie she had with her. “Hedgehogs don’t puff like that for just anybody, darling.”
Amy’s eyes slowly widened, hands still on her face.
“Oh Chaos. I hit his instincts. I kissed him in full run mode. That’s—Rouge, that’s like—I might as well have proposed marriage in Mobian Language.”
“And you did it looking adorable, too,” Rouge said proudly. “Honestly, ten out of ten. No notes.”
Amy slowly slid down the side of the bed and curled into a ball on the floor.
“I can never talk to him again.”
Rouge just smirked then sipped more on her smoothie. “Well, if you do, sugar. Then, how about next time you try telling him you love him while he’s upside down? Scrambles even more brain circuits.”
Amy internally screamed.
Meanwhile
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Outside Tails’ Workshop, Sonic was still in the grass, whispering to himself.
“…She called me ‘blue.’ She winked. Her eyes are so green —they sparkle. Why do they sparkle?”
He sat up suddenly, clapping his cheeks.
“ Okay. Okay. She kissed you. You liked it. She meant it. You can’t just—run away again.”
There was a beat of silence.
He stared at the horizon.
“…Or I could run to Green Hills, tell her it was my turn, and kiss her back—”
Then immediately curled into himself again with a frustrated groan.
“GAH! Why is she so… cute?!”
His ears were red.
His heart was gone.
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