YAN! STALKER SONIC/SHADOW X STALKER READER
wooo stalker x stalker trope!! basically they break into ur house to watch u sleep or something just to find your room covered in photos of THEMMMM?? (their room looks the same just with photos of reader lol)
You were asleep. Calm. Breathing slowly. The soft hum of the fan covered the quiet sound of air shifting as something, or someone, entered your room.
A blue blur came to a stop. Sonic stood at the foot of your bed, arms relaxed. he had told himself over and over that he wouldn’t do this. That just watching you from a distance was enough. That sneaking in wasn’t necessary. But curiosity had slowly become obsession, and Sonic had never been great at holding back.
What he saw when he stepped inside? He froze.
His voice came out soft, barely a breath.
Your walls were covered in him.
Pictures, newspaper articles, photos from races and missions, even a few grainy ones that had clearly been taken from afar. Some had red strings connecting them. Others had little hearts. There was even one of him mid battle.
“Oh, you’re just as bad as me..” he whispered, grinning like a maniac.
His eyes scanned the room. His missing shoe.. he thought he’d lost that. A stray quill from a fight. One of his gloves. Seriously?
He moved toward your desk. reached out and touched a photo. It was him, mid-run, but there was a note written in your handwriting on the corner.
“Look at him. He’s perfect.”
His heart beat quickly as you shifted in your sleep.
Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and half-asleep.
And then your eyes locked on blue fur, green eyes, and a wide, overly satisfied smile.
You shot upright, grabbing your pillow like a weapon.
“Easy, easy!” He laughed, hands up. “It’s just me! No need to get all screechy.”
“You broke into my house?!”
“I mean, broke is such a strong word.” He gave you that familiar grin, but his eyes were darting around, soaking up every bit of your insane Sonic themed bedroom.
“I- Oh my god. You saw. You saw everything.”
He stepped closer, his eyes lighting up.
“You kept my glove,” he murmured. “Didn’t even realize it went missing. You’ve been watching me?”
“Don’t.” He grinned wider. “You just made my whole year.”
You stared. “You’re not weirded out?”
“Weirded out?” He laughed, soft, breathy. “Babe, I’ve got a tunnel in Green Hill full of pictures of you. I time my runs so I pass by your place just when you get home. I faked injuries just to visit your town clinic.”
He was suddenly right next to you. Grinning, a little flushed, green eyes glowing.
“You don’t get it,” he said, voice low. “I thought I had to hide it. Pretend I was just the fun hero who waved and ran off. But now? Knowing you feel the same?”
He leaned in. Just inches from your face.
“There’s nothing holding me back anymore.”
Your heart was racing. You hated how fast your mind changed from terrified to curious.
“…So what now?” you asked. Sonic’s smile turned dark.
The moonlight cast a faint glow across the grass as Shadow stood motionless beneath a tree across from your home. his red eyes gleamed in the dark, focused on your window. You had gone to bed exactly forty seven minutes ago. He knew your routine down to the second.
He told himself this would be the only time he’d do this, that he’d just check in. Make sure you were safe. Nothing more.
But he knew deep down that was a lie.
In the stillness of the night, he murmured,
A ripple of energy, then silence again.
He stood in your bedroom.
The rush of adrenaline hit him first, the sound of your breathing, the subtle rise and fall of your chest. You looked peaceful, untouched by the darkness of the world. His world.
He turned his head slightly, and his breath caught. The wall. The shelves. The desk.
At first he thought his mind was playing tricks. That maybe he’d stepped into some illusion. But the longer he stood there, the clearer it became.
Grainy shots of him mid-battle. Close-ups of his face, some with little hearts drawn next to them. A worn communicator he’d discarded months ago sat neatly displayed. A tuft of his fur???
He stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowing, not in suspicion, but disbelief.
You had watched him. You had collected him.
His voice was barely audible. Not even to you, still sleeping. But something twisted deep in his chest. Your obsession mirrored his own.
He reached toward the photos, his fingers hovering over one where he stood atop a burning rooftop, eyes glowing. You’d written next to it in tiny handwriting “I wonder if he thinks about me.”
Your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the faint glow of the moonlight through the window.
Then you saw him, sitting at the edge of your bed, staring at your wall.
“What the hell-!? What are you doing in my room!? It’s the middle of the night- How did you even-??”
Shadow didn’t turn to you right away. He simply said.. “You kept my communicator.”
You froze. Your heartbeat quickened as if it wasn’t fast enough already.
You stared at the collection of photos and trinkets behind him like it was a shrine. Because, well, it kind of was…!
“I can explain.” you whispered, mortified.
Shadow finally looked at you. His gaze was unreadable.
He stood, slowly, approaching you.
“I came here tonight to see you. Just for a moment. I didn’t expect to find… this.”
He gestured toward the wall. No judgment. No anger.
“You’ve been watching me.” he continued. “You know what I’ve done. What I’m capable of. And still..”
You looked away. “I know it’s weird.”
Shadow’s expression was calm.
“You’ve seen the worst of me.” He said softly, “And yet… you still admire me. You care.”
You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to.
Shadow stepped closer. Slowly. Carefully. Like a predator approaching prey.
“I thought I’d have to protect you from afar forever.” he murmured. “That if I got too close, you’d run. That I’d hurt you.”
“But you’re just like me.”
You felt your breath hitch.
“You… wait, you like me?” you asked, not even sure if you believed it.
Shadow leaned down, brushing your hair away from your face gently.
“I’ve loved you longer than I’ll ever admit.”
Silence wrapped around the room. Then you said it.
His breath caught, no more restraint.
He leaned in, forehead pressed to yours, his voice rough with emotion.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “And I won’t let anyone take you from me. Ever.”
And this time, when he sat beside you again, it wasn’t to watch you sleep. It was to stay.