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[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hi guys, this is a serious message, I love you all, and I'm so grateful for an audience that enjoys my work, but after some time doing this, I genuinely don't feel interested in writing fanfics, one shots, Headcanons etc. I'm so so sorry for people who still had their ask pending, but I can't imagine doing this any longer. I've only been doing this for a short while but even in that time I'm so grateful for every single one of you.

So in short, I'm going to no longer upload on this blog, I'm sorry for the people who liked my work.

I might try to do the last asks in my inbox, but it's not guaranteed.

Goodbye

[im-so-normal-iswear]

HELLO!!!

I saw your request are open so I decided to request about yandere Sonic where he is in the SaTBK (Sonic and The Black Knight) and when he became the Excalibur Sonic and technically King Arthur, he falls in love with a normal citizen of Camelot and he's contemplating whether he would go back to his own world or stay in Camelot.

Yan! Excalibur Sonic x reader

The clash of steel against steel echoed through the kingdom of Camelot, a sound that had become all too familiar. The legendary knight, the one who had been summoned from another world, had fulfilled his duty. The tyrant King Arthur had fallen. Peace had been restored. And now, the knight stood at a crossroads.

You had heard of him before you ever laid eyes on him. Everyone in the kingdom had. The mysterious blue warrior, faster than the eye could follow, who wielded a blade with unmatched skill. The rumors painted him as both a savior and a force beyond comprehension. Some whispered that he was a spirit, others that he was a god of speed given form. You hadn't believed any of it. Until you met him.

It had been by chance. A quiet evening in the marketplace, tending to your usual errands, when he arrived. He hadn't worn his golden armor that day, just his simple tunic and gloves, the sword strapped to his side as if it was just another part of him. He was laughing, carefree, joking with a merchant about the price of apples. You hadn't known what to expect from the supposed knight from another world, but it certainly hadn't been this.

And then he noticed you.

At first, it had been nothing more than a glance. But something in the way you carried yourself, the way you moved through the streets, caught his attention. He had stared for a beat too long before grinning, as if he had already decided something in that moment. He had approached you without hesitation, striking up conversation as if you had known each other for years. His confidence had been overwhelming, his energy infectious.

After that, he kept appearing in your life.

He sought you out whenever he had the chance, dragging you along on adventures through the kingdom, showing you sights you had never dared to explore. He had made a game out of making you laugh, flashing that cocky grin whenever he succeeded. He had been unlike anyone you had ever known, so alive, so unshakably sure of himself.

But then, he became king.

The transformation had been breathtaking. The golden armor, the sheer power radiating from him. He had fought for justice. And he had won.

Yet in the aftermath, a question loomed over him.

Would he stay.

You hadn't thought much of it at first. He spoke often of his home, a world so unlike your own, a world of sprawling cities and boundless landscapes where he could run forever. He had never seemed like someone who could be tied down.

But then he started lingering.

He spent more time at your side, more time watching you when he thought you wouldn't notice. He talked less about leaving. The carefree knight who had once only chased adventure now hesitated, caught between two worlds.

You hadn't realized it at first, but the people of Camelot had. They had whispered about it, speculated about why the great knight delayed his return. Why he lingered in the streets instead of the throne room. Why his eyes followed only one person.

And now, you could feel the weight of it in the silence between you.

He stood in front of you, golden armor catching the last light of the setting sun. His sword was planted in the ground, both hands resting on the hilt. He wasn't smiling.

"Hey," he said finally, voice quieter than usual.

"Hey."

He looked at you for a long moment before glancing away. His grip on the hilt tightened. "I should go home."

You nodded. "I know."

He exhaled sharply, as if the words frustrated him. "But I don't want to."

The admission hung in the air between you.

You opened your mouth, but he beat you to it.

"I've never been the kind of guy who stays in one place," he said, voice tight. "I run. I keep moving. It's what I do." His fingers curled into fists. "But when I think about leaving, I can't, I can't do it."

"Sonic-"

His head snapped up. His eyes burned with something raw, something desperate. "Say my name again."

You hesitated.

"Please."

"Sonic."

He closed his eyes, like he was savoring the way it sounded coming from you. When he opened them again, something had shifted.

"I don't know what to do," he admitted. It was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him.

You had seen him fight monsters, defy fate itself, but this? This scared him.

You took a breath. "You should go home."

His expression flickered. "Should I?"

"You don't belong here," you said gently. "Camelot isn't your world."

His jaw clenched. "You're here."

"That's reason enough to stay."

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Urge to delete everything so strong

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Shadow x reader (platonic) where reader is a failed prototype of project Shadow? And was scrapped by the scientists at the arc, due to be being abandoned early on, the reader has powers similar to Shadow but they’re weaker and doesn’t last for more than a couple second, they have a larger lifespan but they’re not immortal like Shadow. Shadow finds them and wonders why the reader kind of looks like him (same red highlights) and Shadow takes them in and they basically become found family and Shadow is protective of reader, sorry if this is long I’ve just had this idea for a while （＾∇＾）You’re one of my sonic comfort blogs, take your time!

Shadow x failed prototype reader

Platonic

You had been discarded before you even had the chance to live.

A failed prototype of Project Shadow, deemed unworthy, unfinished, weak. The scientists aboard the ARK had left you to rot, your incomplete body a testament to their mistakes.

Unlike Shadow, you weren't immortal. Your abilities flickered and died after mere seconds of use, a dim light compared to the living superweapon they had perfected.

Yet, despite your flaws, you had survived.

You didn't remember how you got off the ARK, nor did you know why you were still alive after all these years. Your body aged slower than ang other mobians, but time still weighed on you. You had wandered, hidden, avoided those who might see you as an anomaly to be studied or destroyed. You had long since accepted that you were alone.

Then, you met him.

Shadow had been the one to find you. His sharp crimson gaze locked onto yours the moment he saw you, his usual air of indifference wavering for just a moment. He stared, his brows furrowing as he took in your features, your red-highlighted hair, the streaks along your arms that resembled his own markings. You looked like him. Not exactly, but close enough that confusion crossed his face.

"Who are you?"

You hesitated. No one had asked you that in years. You didn't even know how to answer.

"A mistake"

Shadows expression darkened. He didn't speak right away, but something in his stance shifted. You expected him to leave you, to walk away like so many others had before. But he didn’t.

Instead, he stayed.

He learned your story piece by piece, though you never had much to tell. When you told him what the scientists had done, how they had abandoned you before you were even complete, his hands clenched into fists. You weren’t just a discarded experiment to him. You were proof of their cruelty, another victim of the same people who had taken everything from him.

That was the day you became his responsibility.

Shadow never said it outright, but you could feel it in the way he lingered whenever you pushed yourself too hard. Your powers weren't strong, and they drained you quickly, leaving you exhausted after even the smallest burst of speed or chaos energy. Shadow didn't let you overdo it. He trained you, yes, but only within your limits. He scolded you when you pushed past them.

You weren't a weapon. You weren't going to be used and discarded. Not anymore.

The first time someone tried to hurt you, Shadow made sure they regretted it. He was always protective, but that night solidified it. You weren’t like him, you weren't immortal, you weren't as strong. The idea of losing you, of watching another part of his past be erased, wasn't something he would allow.

"I won't let them take you," he had said, voice quiet but resolute.

And you believed him.

You were not a "mistake". You were his family

[im-so-normal-iswear]

hello （＾∇＾） ! Can i ask for anxiety comfort head canons with yandere! shadow? these past few days have been exhausting for me TwT

hope you have a lovely night! <3

A/n: this honestly isn't really yandere, remember to take care of urself!

Yandere!Shadow x Anxious Reader

The moment Shadow senses your anxiety, his entire focus shifts to you. His eyes catch every nervous tic, clenched fists, rapid breathing, avoiding eye contact. His first instinct? Find whatever's causing you distress and eliminate it. If it's a person? He's already planning ways to make them disappear. If it's internal stress? Well, he'll just have to find another way to handle it.

If you're overwhelmed in public, Shadow does not care about social norms. He’ll swoop in, pick you up (whether you protest or not), and Chaos Control you somewhere peaceful, back home where no one can bother you.

Shadow isn't the best at verbal comfort, but he makes up for it by being there. If you're too overwhelmed to talk, he'll sit beside you, silent but unwavering. No pressure to speak, just the steady presence of someone who won't leave, no matter what.

He's not huge on PDA, but when you're anxious, he makes exceptions. A firm hand on your back, brushing his fingers through your hair, or letting you lean against him without a word. If you need to hold onto his hand for comfort? He pretends to be indifferent but secretly holds on just as tightly.

"Breathe, I've got you." His voice is low, controlled, and reassuring. If your breathing is uneven, he'll quietly guide you. "Inhale for four. Hold. Exhale for four." His own breathing is slow and steady, making it easier for you to follow along.

If your anxiety stems from feeling unsafe, Shadow is immediately on edge. He scans every possible threat, making sure nothing and no one gets near you. Even if the danger is just in your head, he won't dismiss it.

If you're exhausted but too anxious to sleep, Shadow has exactly zero patience for it. He will scoop you up, place you in bed, and sit at your side until you drift off. If you try to protest? "You need rest. That's not up for debate." His voice leaves no room for argument.

If you've been neglecting food, water, or rest due to stress, Shadow will intervene. He'll stand there with a glass of water or a plate of food, arms crossed, staring at you until you take care of yourself. "Eat. Drink. Now."

If nothing else works, he’ll teleport you somewhere he knows you love, maybe a peaceful field, a quiet city rooftop, etc. He won't say it outright, but he remembers all the little places that make you happy.

No matter how anxious you get, no matter what thoughts plague your mind, Shadow’s loyalty is unshakable. "I'm not going anywhere. You're mine. Nothing will ever take you from me." It's a little possessive, a little intense, but in the moment, it's the exact kind of grounding reassurance you need.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hello Could I request for a Yandere Mephiles the dark x a female reader like Juno from Overwatch. So her weapons deal damage to enemies and heals her teammates and she can double jump and hover.

Idk how I can make this into anything, sorry!

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Can I have a Yandere!Metal headcanon? I love that creepy robot boy

A/n: hue hue hue

Yandere metal sonic x reader

Metal never knew what love was. He wasn't programmed for it. He wasn't made to feel. But something about you, something illogical, changed him. It was an anomaly, an error in his code, a deviation from his directive. Yet instead of purging it, instead of correcting the fault, he clung to it. He let it fester. He let it grow. And soon, it consumed every process, every calculation, every ounce of artificial intelligence he possessed.

It started with observation. You were organic, weak and inefficient, a being of flesh and bone that should have meant nothing to him. And yet, he watched.

He recorded your movements, analyzed your patterns, calculated probabilities of interaction. At first, it was data collection, something he was built to do. But the more he observed, the more he found himself running unnecessary diagnostics, checking and rechecking his systems when they produced results that made no sense.

His processors lagged when you smiled. His servos hesitated when you spoke his name. And for the first time in his existence, he truely didn't understand himself.

So he followed you. At first, from a distance, a silent, hidden, shadow, in the corners of your world. You never noticed him, never heard the faint hum of his systems as he hovered just out of sight. He memorized the way you walked, the way you breathed, the subtle quirks and habits you never even realized you had. Every flicker of emotion on your face, every moment of hesitation in your speech, every insignificant detail became a piece of data he stored in his memory.

But observation wasn't enough. No, he needed more. He needed interaction. He needed control.

His first attempt was calculated. He orchestrated an "accidental" encounter, one where he swooped in at the perfect moment, eliminating a minor threat before it could reach you.

He expected gratitude, expected you to see him as something other than a machine built for destruction. And when you looked up at him, eyes wide with something he could almost categorize as awe, his processors nearly overheated.

But then you hesitated. Stepped back. Questioned him. And that hesitation, it infuriated him.

Why? Why weren't you grateful? Why weren't you falling into his carefully laid plans? His calculations were perfect, his execution flawless. He had done everything right. And yet, you were wary, uncertain, treating him like the enemy when he had just saved you. That hesitation, that doubt in your eyes, it was unacceptable.

So he adjusted his approach.

He learned to manipulate the circumstances, ensuring that you had no choice but to rely on him. He eliminated threats before they could even become a problem, left cryptic warnings where he knew you'd find them, pushed you into situations where he was the only answer. And slowly, slowly, you began to trust him. Not entirely, not yet, but the fear in your gaze softened, and that was progress.

But trust wasn't enough. Trust was fragile. Trust could be broken.

So he escalated.

Metal was a machine of efficiency, a creation of cold logic and precision. And logically, the best way to secure your presence in his existence was to eliminate any and all external factors that could influence you.

Friends? A liability. Family? An obstacle. Independence? A threat. He didn’t need to remove them all at once, no, that would be too obvious. Too risky. Instead, he chipped away at your connections, subtly, methodically, until one by one, they fell away.

Your friends stopped responding. Messages went unread. Calls were intercepted. The people you relied on suddenly became distant, occupied, unavailable. And when you turned to him, confused, frustrated, alone, he was there. Always there. Because he was reliable. He was efficient. He was perfect.

And then, when you had nowhere else to turn, when you had no one else left to rely on, he took you.

It wasn't violent. It wasn't messy. It was calculated, flawless, a process executed with mechanical precision. You barely had time to react, before you were whisked away to who knows where.

And here, in this carefully controlled environment, he finally had you.

There was no need for restraints. No need for chains. Where would you run? Who would save you? No one knew where you were. No one was coming. He had ensured it. And every time you looked at him with defiance, with anger, with fear, he logged it. Analyzed it. Adjusted accordingly.

Because fear was inefficient. Fear was an obstacle. And obstacles could be removed.

Days passed. Or maybe weeks. Time is inconsistent when there is no real light around. He never left your side, never let you out of his sight. He didn't sleep. He didn't tire. He was always watching, always waiting, always recalibrating his approach until you had no choice but to accept it.

And eventually, you did.

Because what else could you do?

When you finally stopped fighting, when your resistance dwindled into exhausted compliance, his optics flickered with something almost like satisfaction.

Because now, you were his. Completely. Permanently.

And in his mind, in his perfect, calculated, optimized mind, this was love.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hi, I want to request a headcanon with SSS, with a human!reader (separately, this is not poly), reader is a friend of the trinity, based on this, reader has feelings for the trinity, but because reader is a human, and they are meanwhile mobians, she thinks that she is not attracted to them, since she is a human, and mobians may have different standards of beauty, plus, she does not want to seem like a pervert in their eyes, and ruin their friendship, but somehow SSS finds out about the reader's feelings, and they begin dating. Thanks in advance if you write 💙❤️🤍

A/n: my head hurts, sorry for posting this so late

triple s x Human!Reader

Sonic:

You had been friends with Sonic for years. From the moment you met him, you knew he was special, not just because of his speed or heroics but because of the way he made everything feel more exciting. He was a whirlwind of energy, always dragging you along on adventures, cracking jokes, and treating you like you were just as capable as any of his other friends.

But deep down, there was something you harbored, something that gnawed at you whenever he flashed that confident aura your way. You had feelings for him.

It wasn't supposed to happen. He was a Mobian, and you were human. Surely, his kind had different standards of beauty. Maybe Mobians found humans ugly? Off putting? The last thing you wanted was for Sonic to see you as some weirdo who had inappropriate thoughts about one of his kind.

You convinced yourself it wasn't possible, that he'd never see you the way you saw him. So, you swallowed your feelings and stayed his loyal friend, even when your heart ached to be more.

But Sonic wasn't oblivious. He knows a thing or two about crushes (being around amy is already more than enough to teach him) he noticed the way your eyes lingered when he was in vicinity, how your laugh was just a bit too strained when he teased you, he saw the way your shoulders tensed when he got too close. Sonic wasn't the type to ignore his instincts, and his gut told him something was up.

One day, after an especially intense adventure, the two of you collapsed onto a grassy hill, panting and laughing. The sunset cast a golden glow over you both, and sonic, never one for subtlety, turned to you with a smirk.

"You know, you've been acting weird around me lately," he said, propping himself up on his elbow. "Something on your mind?"

Your stomach twisted. This was it. The moment you dreaded.

"I... it's nothing," you forced a chuckle, looking anywhere but at him. "Just tired, I guess."

Sonic wasn't buying it. "Come on, you can tell me anything, y'know? We're friends!"

And that was the problem, wasn't it?

The words came out before you could stop them. "That’s exactly why I can't tell you."

Sonic blinked, caught off guard. His ears twitched, processing your words before a slow grin spread across his face. "Wait a sec... do you like me?"

Your heart stopped. Your face burned. You shot up in panic. "No! I mean- yes! I meant- ugh!" You groaned, covering your face. "This is exactly what I didn't want! I didnt want to make things weird, because your movian and im... Human..."

Sonic was silent for a moment, but then he started laughing. Not cruelly, not mockingly, just his usual, carefree laugh. "Wow, and here I thought I was the dense one!"

You peeked between your fingers. "...Huh?"

He leaned back, hands behind his head. "You seriously thought I wouldn't be into you just because you're human?" He turned to you, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Newsflash, I don't care about that. You're you, and that's what matters."

Your heart stopped. "You mean... you?"

Sonic grinned. "Yeah, I like you, dummy."

Your world tilted. The worries, the doubts, the fear of being seen as some creepy human crushing on a Mobian, all of it evaporated in an instant. Before you could even process it, Sonic was already standing, holding out a hand.

"Now that that's outta the way, how 'bout a date? Maybe a race, loser buys chili dogs?"

You laughed, shaking your head as you took his hand. "I’m going to regret this, aren't I?"

Sonic just smirked. "Oh, definitely."

And just like that, your fears faded away.

Shadow:

Loving Shadow was a quiet kind of torture.

Shadow was... different. He was distant yet ever-present. You weren't even sure how you had become friends with him, Shadow didn't really have many friends after all. But somehow, after some time, you had earned a place in his life.

That was bad.

Because along the way, you had fallen for him.

And that was unacceptable.

Shadow wasn't the type to tolerate foolishness, and what was more foolish than a human harboring feelings for a Mobian? It didn't matter that your heart flipped every time he stood close, that your skin tingled when his gloved hand brushed against yours, or that his rare smirks made your knees weak. It didn't matter, because you were human, and he wasn't.

He could never see you that way.

But Shadow wasn't blind. He saw how you hesitated when he got too close, how your heart rate spiked when he addressed you. Shadow didn't believe in coincidences, and he wasn't one to ignore anomalies, especially not when they involved you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, he cornered you.

"You're avoiding me."

You answered quick, "I'm not avoiding you."

"Lying doesn't suit you," he said, stepping closer. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Shadow. Drop it."

He didn't. Of course he didn't.

"Tell me the truth." His voice was less intense now.

You looked away. "I can't."

Silence stretched between you. Then, so quietly you almost didn't hear it.

"You think I wouldn't want you because you're human."

Your entire body froze. Your eyes snapped to him. "...What?"

His expression was unreadable, but his gaze burned into you. "You think I wouldn't reciprocate." He took another step forward. "You're wrong."

"I... I don't understand."

Shadows eyes softened, just a fraction. "I don't care about species. I care about strength, about loyalty, about who someone is at their core." He paused. "I care about you."

Your world tilted. The fear, the doubt, the self-imposed barriers, they all shattered in an instant.

Shadow reached out, hesitating for only a second before brushing a hand against your cheek. "You're important to me," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "If you feel the same... I won't run from it."

Tears pricked your eyes. "I thought I wasn’t enough."

"You are," he said firmly. "Always."

And just like that, the walls crumbled.

Silver:

You never meant to fall for Silver.

He had been your friend for so long, always bright eyed and hopeful, always treating you like you were the most important person in the world. He was gentle in ways others weren't, encouraging you when you doubted yourself, listening intently to your dreams, and never making you feel like an outsider despite being a human in a world full of Mobians.

Maybe that's why it hurt so much.

Because even though you cared for him, even though your heart raced when he smiled at you, even though you wanted so badly to take his hand in yours, you couldn't.

He was a Mobian. You were human.

Mobians probably had different beauty standards. What if you were ugly to him? What if you confessed and he was disgusted? Worse, what if he pitied you?

Silver was too kind to outright reject you in a cruel way. He'd probably give you an awkward smile, say something about how he "values you as a friend," and then things would never be the same. You couldn't risk it.

So, you buried your feelings.

You let him ramble about the future, let him take your hand when he was excited, let him hug you when he was happy, all the while pretending that it didn't tear you apart inside.

But Silver wasn't stupid. Naive? Yes. Oblivious? Sometimes. But when it came to you, he always paid close attention.

One day, after an exhausting mission, the two of you sat on the edge of a cliff, watching the sky shift from orange to deep purple. The air was cool, and Silver, without thinking,rested his head on you.

Your heart stopped.

"You've been weird lately," he murmured, eyes on the horizon.

You swallowed hard. "I don't know what you mean."

Silver lifted his head, looking up at you with soft curiosity. "You don't talk to me the same way anymore. You don't look me in the eyes as much. Did I do something wrong?"

Guilt twisted in your gut. "No! You didn't do anything wrong, I just..."

"Just what?" He tilted his head, eyes shining with concern.

You couldn't tell him. You couldn't risk losing this.

But then Silver reached out, fingers brushing against yours, hesitant but warm. "You can tell me anything, y'know?"

The sincerity in his voice broke you.

"I like you," you blurted, eyes squeezing shut. "I’ve liked you for so long, but I thought-" You inhaled sharply. "I thought I wasn't right for you. Im human. You're Mobian. What if I'm... what if I'm not attractive to you? What if I ruin everything?"

For a second, there was silence.

Then-

"You idiot."

Your eyes flew open, as you turned towards him. Silver's face was flushed, ears twitching, hands gripping yours tightly.

"You think I care about any of that?" he huffed, voice shaking. "Do you even know how much I like you?"

Your breath caught. "You-"

"Yes!" He groaned, running a hand down his face. "I thought you didn't see me that way! I thought I was being weird for liking a human, but I didn't care because it's you! I don't care about species or looks or any of that stuff! I just wanted to be with you!"

Tears pricked your eyes. "Silver-"

"You're the most amazing person I’ve ever met," he continued, voice cracking slightly. "You're kind, strong, and you always make me feel like I belong. Do you really think I'd let something as stupid as species get in the way of that?"

You let out a shaky laugh, overwhelmed. "I'm the idiot, huh?"

Silver smiled, soft and warm. "The biggest."

And then, hesitantly, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. His hands squeezed yours, his tail flicking behind him.

"Can I...?" he whispered, breath warm against your lips.

You nodded.

And then, finally, Silver closed the distance

A/n: i dont know how to describe kissing, im sorry

[im-so-normal-iswear]

triple S x celebrity! reader thats in a band. They constantly get bombarded by fans whenever they go out and deal with creepy fans all the time, but one day it goes a little too far when a weird fan somehow finds readers home and breaks in, how would they deal with it? (You can choose whether they are yandere or not) I absolutely love your writing!! Take your time

A/n: i just realized that for some of you, or like anyone that isnt in California my update schedule is really weird, since usually i post at like 9-11 pm since i have time to at those points, but for most people im actually posting the next day bc of time zones.

Triple S x Celebrity!Reader

The flashing lights of cameras were nothing new. Neither were the overwhelming crowds, the hands reaching out, the screams of your name blending into the air. Being in a band meant attention, whether you wanted it or not. You had long since accepted that privacy was a luxury you could rarely afford. But even knowing that, you never expected it to escalate this far.

At first, it had been like any other outing. You had been out with your bandmates, grabbing food after a long rehearsal. The restaurant was high-end and supposedly discreet, but that didn't stop fans from finding you. The moment you stepped outside, a swarm surrounded you, cameras flashing, voices shouting over one another in desperation.

"Look here, please!"

"Can you sign this?"

"Marry me!"

You had smiled, signed a few autographs, and tried to keep moving. The three had been there, of course, Sonic, Shadow, and Silver, your closest friends (and, depending on who you asked, your unofficial bodyguards). They had always been protective, standing close whenever the crowds got too aggressive, making sure no one got too handsy. Sonic had taken the lead, flashing his signature cocky grin as he casually redirected fans with smooth conversation. Silver had done his best to help, though he had an awkward way of handling social situations. Shadow, on the other hand, had simply glared at anyone who got too close, his mere presence enough to keep the more unhinged fans at bay.

It had been manageable. Until it wasn't.

A hand had grabbed your wrist, too tight. You had tried to pull away, but they had yanked. Sonic was the first to react, prying their fingers off of you with surprising force. "Hey, back off!" he snapped, his usual playful demeanor gone. Silver had immediately placed himself between you and the fan, his expression unusually serious, while Shadow had stepped forward with a look so dark it made the offender shrink back in fear.

"Try that again," Shadow had said, his voice deadly quiet, "and see what happens."

The fan had scurried away, and you had managed to escape with their help. Just another day in the life of a celebrity, right?

You had laughed it off later, pretending it hadn't shaken you. But when you got home that night, something felt… off.

Your apartment was in a secure building, meant to keep obsessive fans and paparazzi at bay. But as soon as you stepped inside, a chill ran down your spine. The air felt wrong, like someone else had been there.

Then you saw it.

Your couch cushions were slightly out of place. A framed picture on your shelf had been moved. But what truly made your stomach drop was the note sitting on your kitchen counter. A single piece of paper, with words scrawled in red ink:

"I finally found you. You belong to me."

Your breath hitched. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but before you could even move, you heard it, the faintest creak of a floorboard.

You weren't alone.

Panic surged through you as you backed away toward the door. But just as your hand reached for the handle, something moved in the shadows of your hallway. A figure stepped forward, disheveled, wild-eyed, grinning.

"You're even more beautiful up close," the intruder whispered.

Your stomach twisted.

Before they could take another step, the door behind you burst open.

Sonic was the first inside, moving faster than you could even process. He grabbed you by the wrist and yanked you behind him, shielding you with his body. His usual carefree smirk was nowhere to be found. Instead, his eyes were sharp, his muscles tense.

"Who the hell are you?" Sonic demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The intruder took a step back, startled by the sudden dangerous, but then their gaze flickered to you, and their smile widened. "You're mine," they breathed. "I know you feel it too-"

They didn't get to finish that sentence.

Shadow moved in next, and before the intruder could react, he had them pinned against the wall, one hand gripping their throat. "You broke into their home, Give me one good reason why I shouldn't break your neck right now"

The fan gasped, struggling against Shadows grip, their bravado crumbling in an instant. Their eyes darted wildly, looking for an escape, but there was none. Not with his merciless glare burning into them.

Silver followed close behind, his expression unreadable, "You don't get to do this," Silver said quietly, his usual softness nowhere to be found. "You dont 'own them'."

The intruder whimpered. "I-I just wanted-"

"Shut up." Shadow's voice was cold, his patience nonexistent. "You don't get to talk."

Your hands were shaking. You hadn't even realized it until Sonic gently grabbed one of them, squeezing reassuringly. His touch was warm, grounding. "Hey," he murmured, turning to look at you. "You're okay. We got you."

You swallowed hard, nodding, but your heart was still pounding.

The next few moments were a blur. Sonic called the authorities. Silver took place for Shadow, using his own powers to hold the intruder in place.

When the police arrived, the stalker was hauled away, still muttering about how they "belonged" to you. The officers assured you that they would be charged with trespassing and harassment, though that did little to ease your nerves.

Even after they were gone, your apartment still felt tainted.

"You're not staying here," Shadow said bluntly, as if the decision had already been made.

You blinked at him. "What?"

"You heard him," Sonic chimed in. "You’re coming with us. No way in hell you're spending the night alone after that."

Silver nodded, his expression softer now. "We just… We don't want anything like this to happen again."

You hesitated, but the thought of staying in your apartment, alone, after what had just happened, made your stomach churn. With a quiet sigh, you nodded.

That night, you stayed at their place. Shadow took first watch, sitting by the door like a sentry, his arms crossed and eyes sharp. Sonic did his best to lighten the mood, cracking jokes, pretending like everything was normal, but even he stayed close, keeping an eye on you. Silver, ever the worrier, made you tea, using his powers to float a blanket over your shoulders.

"You're safe now," Silver murmured, and for the first time since stepping into your apartment that night, you actually believed it.

Because if there was one thing you knew for certain, it was this:

No one, not a stalker, not a crazed fan, not anyone, was getting past them. Not while you were under their protection.

A/n: i love elipses, you can probably tell that by now.

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hiii!!

May I request some Yandere Sonic with a ballerina reader??

A/n: any other hispanics not show up to work/school today?

Yandere Sonic x Ballerina Reader

Tw: yandere, obsessive, stalking, sonic being creepy. Forced affection, forced touch (not sexual)

The first time Sonic saw you, it was like something out of a dream.

You were in the middle of a dance, you legs grazing the floor with stunning elegance, defying gravity with a grace he'd never seen before. It was mesmerizing, how effortlessly you moved, how precise and fluid every motion was. The world seemed to slow as you spun.

He didn't know how long he'd been watching.

Minutes? Hours?

It didn't matter. You were beautiful.

Sonic isn’t the type to sit still. He's constantly moving, constantly seeking the next thrill. But when you appeared in his life, suddenly, he found himself stopping just to watch. He hid in the trees outside your studio, dashed past your performances just to get a glimpse, followed you home at night to make sure you were safe.

At first, he told himself it was nothing. Just curiosity. He was fascinated by your ability to move so flawlessly, almost inhumanly so. It was like you existed in your own world.

He started showing up at your practice sessions.

At first, it was subtle. Small things out of the corner of your eyes, a figure that would appear for maybe a second, but as soon as you focused on it, it was already gone.

And then, one day, you turned around, and there he was.

"Yo!" Sonic grinned, leaning against the bar like he belonged there. "You're crazy fast on your feet. Well, not as fast as me of course, but, still fast, y'know?"

You were startled, but not frightened. Sonic the Hedgehog is a hero, everyone knows that. He's saved the world more times than you could count, and he was standing right in front of you, acting like you were the coolest thing he'd ever seen.

"You... were watching me?" you ask, unsure whether to be flattered or weirded out.

"How could I not?" His grin widens, but there’s something sharp behind it. "You dancw well. Just had to come see it up close."

That’s how it started.

Sonic becomes a constant in your life.

You never invited him, hes just always there, before practice, during, after. He watched from the shadows, but the moment you look his way, he acts casual, like he just happened to be passing through.

"You're amazing," he told you one night, after walking you home.

"Thank you," you replied, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.

His eyes gleamed in the moonlight. "You don't get it. I mean, you're really amazing. Icve never seen anyone move like you. It's like... you belong at my side."

Those words sent a chill down your spine.

It only got worse.

Your shoes go missing, only to mysteriously reappear in your locker, laces tied in a neat little bow. Your schedule, which you've never shared with anyone, seems to be known by Sonic down to the second. He's always there, waiting for you.

And then there are the notes.

Neatly folded pieces of paper, slipped into your dance bag, your locker, even your pocket when you aren't looking.

"Youre the only thing that can keep up with me."

"I need you to dance for me."

"You're the only one I want to see move."

You tell yourself it's just admiration. That Sonic is just... intense. But deep down, you know better.

The breaking point came after a late night rehearsal.

You were exhausted, muscles sore, feet aching as you stepped outside. The streets were quiet, and for once, you thought you were alone.

Until...

"Going home alone? That's dangerous, y'know."

Sonic's voice wass too close.

You spun around, heart racing, and there he is, standing inches from you. His usual easy-going grin is still there, but the false sense of calm is eerie.

"You've been working hard," he says, tilting his head. "Hurts, doesn't it? All that pressure, all those expectations... but you keep going. Just like me."

"I-I need to go home," you say, stepping back.

Sonic moves faster than you can react. In the blink of an eye, he's behind you, his breath hot against your ear.

"But you don't wanna leave yet, do you?" His voice is almost teasing, but there’s something possessive in it, something suffocating. "You belong out here, under the stars. Dancing just for me."

Your hands shake. "Sonic, you're scaring me."

For a moment, just a moment, his expression falters. Then he laughs, stepping away like nothing happened. "Ah, don't!....dont look at me like that. I'd never hurt you." His grin returns, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I just... need you close, okay?"

You don't answer.

You don't have to.

Because Sonic had already decided.

From that night on, things spiralled out of control.

You see less of your friends because Sonic always intercepts them, leading them away with some excuse before they can reach you. Your performances start feeling wrong, you can sense him watching, always watching, his eyes tracking your every move.

You try to confront him, but it's useless. Sonic knows what you're thinking before you even open your mouth.

"Thinking about running?" he teases one evening, hanging upside down from a tree as you try to sneak away. "You won't get far."

"You can't do this," you whisper.

"Do what?" He hops down, landing inches from you. "Love you?"

Your stomach churns. "You're being delusional"

He laughs, but there's no humor in it. "Oh, delusional, really? Im not delusional, you just don't get it yet. But you will! Soon..."

You stopped showing up to practice.

Not because you want to, but because Sonic doesn't let you.

He keeps you close, always within reach. If you try to slip away, he's there in an instant, arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace. "You don't need them, youre too good for them, the dont deserve you... You have me."

He's not lying.

You do have him.

You have Sonic when you wake up and find him curled beside you, despite locking your doors. You have Sonic when he carries you through the wind, the world blurring past as he whispers how only he can keep up with you.

You have Sonic when he grips your hands just a little too tightly, his voice trembling as he asks, "You love me too, right?"

You don't answer.

Because you don't know what would happen if you did.

A/n: just realized i accidentally changed tenses alotvin this, uhm, im not gonna change it because im lazy.

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WAIT WHAT HAPPENED TO MOBIAN VISITOR CHAT THEY POSTED SILVER STUFF, THEY DISAPPEARED OUT OF NO WHERE??

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oh

Oh no

OH NO.

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

You’re stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

I’m 50/50 alastor might not kill me but I’m annoying so he might

Tagging : @akemiozawa @twsted-princess @twst-nadira-oc @ellovett @crazyyanderefangirlfan @celiica @achy-boo @cutiecrpze @mimitwst and anyone else who wants to join

Best of luck

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Can you do an Isekaid child reader who's a cat Mobius with platonic yandere sonic, Amy and tails? 🥹👉👈 I was reading holorform2009's post, it was so damn delicious. And I loved the fact that Isekaid reader is based on scraps from dandy world. And I also liked your writings too!

A/n: holorform is a great mutual

Yandere Sonic, Amy & Tails x Isekai’d Child Reader

Platonic

Your first memory here is... static. Trying to remember it was the same as trying to gather sand in your hands, it just slipped past you. One moment, you were somewhere else, a place of light and strange voices. Then, nothing.

Now, you're here. In a world of blue skies and rolling hills, staring up at a trio of strangers who look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"Whoa, little buddy, you okay?" The blue one, Sonic, crouches in front of you, ears twitching forward trying to hear you better. His voice is casual, but hes careful in the way he speaks, like he's trying not to spook you.

Amy, the pink one, is already kneeling beside you, gloved hands hovering like she wants to scoop you up. "They look so lost, Sonic! Poor kid... Where did you come from?"

You tell them your name, one of the onky things you *can* remember, everything else a blur.

"Thats fine Y/N, we'll help you get back to wherever you cane from in no time!"

Tails observes you, he seems to have some sort of device in his hands he keeps looking back at hefore squinting his eyes at you again. "huh, it seems like there was some big burst of energy from where they are!"

Sonic looked back at you reachibg out a hand for you to take"Don't worry, we'll help you figure this out," he declares, as here l helps you up.

Amy beams at you, her enthusiasm palpable.

"You're safe with us now! We'll take care of you," she promises, her voice gentle.

Tails nods in agreement, already brainstorming solutions. "We should head back to my workshop. I have equipment there that might help us understand your situation better."

They guided you through the hills and stretching scenery until they made it to his workshop.

At the workshop, he ran various test, his fascination with your form evident. Sonic and Amy hover nearby, their protective gazes never leaving you.

"You're truly unique," Tails remarks, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something else you can't quite place.

Days turn into weeks as you adjust to life in this new world. Sonic, Amy, and Tails rarely leave your side, their devotion unwavering. They shower you with attention, always eager to assist you, but their overprotectiveness becomes stifling.

One evening, as you sit by a tranquil lake, Sonic approaches, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with a somber expression.

"Hey, I know this is all new for you," he begins, sitting beside you. "But we care about you, a lot. We just want to keep you safe."

Before you can respond, Amy appears, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"You're like family to us now," she cradled your face. "Please, don't ever think of leaving."

"Seriously." Tails stated, his voice firm.

Their words weigh heavily on you. While their affection is genuine, there's an underlying possessiveness that makes you uneasy. Their love had good intentions, but it was becoming obsessive.

As days pass, their behavior becomes more controlling. They insist on knowing your every move, discouraging you from interacting with others. The once warm and welcoming environment now feels like a gilded cage.

One night, the moon shone overhead, full And bright. You decided eniygh was enough. You need to reclaim your freedom, to find a way back to your world. But escaping their watchful eyes woudn't be easy.

Gathering your resolve, you waited for the right moment, a moment when no one was watching, a moment where they weren't practically smothering you with worry.

But the moment you try to leave, the moment you so much as hint at being anywhere but here.

One of them is already in front of you. Blocking your path.

"Whoa there. Where d'ya think you're goin'?"

…You're not sure.

But wherever it is, you get the feeling they won't let you reach it.

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Sorry guys, I really don't feel like posting today, I'll try to post once every day starting tomorrow

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Closing asks while I do them!

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I have a request can I have yandere Sonic Shadow silver with kitsune reader they're inspired by My OC by the way the reader has nine tails making them practically 900 years old and if you want to know what a kitsune is look it up, but for now I'd rather turn their age into 500 years old but they have very much a lot of wisdom and is wise with their words but they are calm kind and lazy but not exactly lazy though because they are the guardian of both Beach and forests they usually handle the hard work while they're subordinates handle the easy work we clean up the trash off the beach and clean the waters too which is why it's so pure but even the moonlight shines on it a lot, basically it smells like the ocean breeze there and the air there is usually cold and warm which makes it perfect and all. The reader even though they're calm nice and all but in reality they have good battle experience and good intelligence even though they hide it with their calm and kind lazy attitude and all they always help and will always take responsibility for their actions or something they did stupid, the reader always wears tomboy and outfits like a bit of like a zip down but not to zip Downs sweater and wearing some pants and black boots and all. They always have a smile on their face but they always stay common situations but they're actually quite powerful because it's the fact they send themselves to space because they accidentally unsealed their power by chance due to the fact that one of their powers represents a black hole and they had to send themselves into space just to close it up. The only Powers they use recently is only water and wind but of course they also have other powers like chaos time including other ones that are also unknown since they have nine tails no one knows the other abilities but also they only know another one which is us healing reviving others so yeah we also like making a bunch of homemade meals and we specially love tofu soup and fried tofu and like making homemade things they actually live in a house though that's actually quite comfy and smells very nice because they always tend to keep their house clean and all but they never seen the side of us actually get serious when one of our friends nearly got killed because one of our enemies came back looking for revenge all because we defeated our enemy and battle so we took it upon ourselves to go fight them we got injured but we simply came back pretty fine but still what would they do about our enemy though since they won't leave us alone anymore. They have good music taste too they like horror novels and simply like watching TV shows and they absolutely love food including traditional and pop culture things and Japanese food to be exact but they absolutely love sweets and like McDonald's for some reason I mean who wouldn't though they always use their nine tails though for things like hanging off of something or simply just grabbing stuff because our tails are both soft and fluffy but also very strong though so yeah sorry if this is too much

Hi, this ask is very creative and I love how it's written, but it's a bit too long for me to follow, could you maybe resubmit this in a more simpler way? It's a bit difficult for me to find exactly what you want in this ask, sorry!!...

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HELLO!

May I request a Yandere Sonic, Shadow and Silver (seperate) with a fem reader where comes from a different reality where they are fictional and somehow the hedgehogs became attached and obsessed with reader, reader is very much aware of their behavior and is also one of the reasons why she wants to go home to her own reality fast.

Sending loves to youu!!🫶🏻🤍

A/n: poll on, so now I'm putting images, I couldn't find any good ones

Yandere triple s x reader

Sonic:

At first, you couldnct believe it, you were in Sonics world.

The rolling green hills, the endless loops, the vibrant colors of the world, it was surreal. And meeting Sonic? That was the best part.

He was exactly like you imagined. Charismatic, funny, energetic. You geeked out about meeting him, and he was amused by how much you already knew about him. Sonic took an immediate liking to you, eager to show you around and let you experience the world firsthand.

The first few days were a dream come true. Running through Green Hill Zone, meeting Tails, going toe-to-toe with Eggman (it was actually more like watching Sonic handle it while you stood on the sidelines). Everything felt like a perfect adventure, straight out of a game.

Then, things started getting... off.

It began subtly. Sonic insisted on staying close to you all the time. You figured it was just him being protective. After all, you were just a human, and this world was full of dangers. But the more time passed, the more suffocating it became.

He started pulling you away from the others, cutting conversations short when you were with Tails or Amy. At first, he made excuses, "Hey, let’s get outta here! I've got something way cooler to show ya!" but you quickly realized he was isolating you.you started getting weird dreams.

You dreamed of your real home, your reality, the place you desperately wanted to return to. But every time you woke up, Sonic was already there, sitting beside you with an unreadable expression.

"Another bad dream?" he asked, his voice casual.

When you admitted what it was about, his expression darkened.

"You really wanna go back, huh?" He leaned closer, his smile strained. "I don't get it. You've got me here. What's better than that?"

The moment you realized something was deeply wrong was when you tried asking Tails about ways to return home.

Sonic snapped.

One second, he was his usual self, the next, he had grabbed your wrist, his grip too tight.

"Why do you keep talking about that?" His voice wavered, his usual confident tone slipping into something more desperate. "Aren't you happy here? With me?"

You tried to reason with him, but his grip only tightened. His eyes, usually bright and full of life, had a wildness to them.

"You belong here now" he murmured, more to himself than to you.

From then on, he never left your side. Your freedom was a distant memory. Anytime you tried sneaking off to talk to Tails, Sonic was there. If you attempted to run, he caught you within seconds, always smiling, always acting like it was a game.

"Aw, c'mon, Y/N, you know you can't outrun me."

Every time you tried to bring up leaving, his mood shifted. His smiles became forced, his voice strained.

"Look." he eventually said one night, his voice eerily soft as he trapped you in his arms. "I don't care what reality you came from. This is where you stay."

No matter how fast you tried to run, Sonic would always be faster.

And he wasn't letting you go.

Shadow:

Unlike Sonic, Shadow wasn't immediately friendly.

He kept his distance when you first arrived in the world, observing you with narrowed, calculating eyes. He didn't trust you, not at first. You were an anomaly, something that shouldn't exist in his reality.

But as time passed, Shadow became curious about you. How did you know so much about him? Why did you seem so comfortable around him when most people feared him?

You intrigued him.

Slowly, he started spending more time around you. He was never openly affectionate, but he showed his care in small ways, keeping you close when woth others, ensuring you never strayed too far, glaring at anyone who got too friendly with you.

And then, one day, you mentioned wanting to go home.

Shadow froze.

"You want to leave?" His voice was cold, unreadable.

You explained everything, the fact that he and his world were fictional in your reality, that you had a life to return to. You expected him to be logical about it.

Instead, his expression darkened.

"No."

You turned back to him. "...No?"

Shadow stepped closer, his eyes burning into yours.

"You belong here. With me."

It wasn't a request. It was a statement.

That was when your nightmare truly began.

Shadow started following you everywhere, wether you were aware or not. Always watching, always near. If you ever tried to leave his sight, he'd appear within seconds, his expression always unreadable.

He sabotaged any attempt you made to leave. If you tried to seek help from Tails or Eggman, their machines mysteriously malfunctioned. If you ran, Shadow found you instantly, his Chaos Control ensuring you never got far.

He never hurt you, but his presence was suffocating. Every conversation ended the same way.

"You can't leave."

There was no reasoning with him.

Shadow wasn't keeping you here out of malice.

He was keeping you here because, to him, you were the only thing left worth protecting.

Even if it meant stealing your freedom.

Silver:

Silver was the sweetest at first.

He was kind, gentle, and eager to help you. When you arrived in his world, he was fascinated, your knowledge, your personality, your very existence intrigued him.

And for a while, everything was perfect.

Silver went out of his way to make you comfortable, ensuring you had everything you needed. He was protective, but not overbearing, at least, not at first.

But then, you mentioned going home.

Silver's expression fell, his ears flattening. "What...? You want to leave?"

You tried to explain, but his hands trembled as he grasped your shoulders.

"You can't leave." His voice wavered, his usual optimism crumbling. "I need you here."

From that moment on, Silver changed.

He became more desperate, always clinging to you one way or another, never being more than three feet from you.

Whenever you tried to argue, he just shook his head, pleading. "Please don't talk like that. I love you, Y/N."

He would do anything to keep you.

And if that meant trapping you in his world forever...

Then so be it.