𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

asking for a picture of them

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: blaze, dante, garroth, gene, jeffory, laurance, travis, vylad, zane, & zenix

𝐂𝐖: everything is sfw (maybe slightly suggestive? but not really) but it does contain pictures of shirtless men LOL so if that makes you uncomfortable i don't reccommend reading!

𝐀/𝐍: trying to find accurate pictures was genuinely so difficult </3 idk how accurate these are but it's kinda a crack fic anyways so who cares hahhshah (also garroth gets a bonus pic cause i said so)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Description: How (I believe) certain My Street boys would react to receiving and giving hickies.

Included: Blaze, Dante, Ein, Garroth, Gene, Laurance, Travis, Vylad, Zane, Zenix

CW: Biting - I use ‘bite’ and ‘giving hickeys’ pretty interchangeably.

Author’s Note: Sorry for going MIA - I finally finished my last year of post-secondary! As I’m getting back into posting, I’ve decided to start with a headcannon list for all my lovely readers.

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Characters: Amy / Blaze / Espio / Knuckles / Rouge / Shadow / Silver / Sonic / Tails

Buy me a coffee?

Sonic Characters Love Language

THINKING ABOUT BLAZE. . . . . .

ᝰ.ᐟ Who is OBESSED with curvy women. Women with any sort of fat in any place is a win win to him. Boobs, ass, thighs, stomach, he is there for it all. Rather you have one of these features or all of them, he is here for it all.

ᝰ.ᐟ Like a dogs endless stomach, Blaze can't get enough.

ᝰ.ᐟ He IS your hype man. You never have to fish for compliments from him. He just gives them the second those eyes fall onto you.

i was wondering if you could write headcannons for phoenix drop high Gene, Garroth & Blaze with a popular reader? like reader is well known in phoenix drop high, super energetic, kind and captain/leader of a big sports team/club? maybe just general headcannons (including how the two get together?)

tysm <33

A/N: i had a lot of fun writing this!! im sorry it took a while, i was sick when the request was sent and got sick again in the middle of writing im good now - for the most part at least

i hope you enjoy read this! :3

!! WARNINGS !! i feel like PDH!gene needs a warning of his own, gn!reader, you/your pronouns used

Gene: 

You were the volleyball club president, the cheery type who had a knack for making friends.

Gene is in no way fond of the popular types; so then why did you catch his attention? 

Why does his heartbeat pick up when he sees you smile, when he hears your laugh?

Gene is a selfish person, he takes what he wants - and in this case he wants you.

He considered trying to find something to blackmail you with, and get you to join the shadowknights.

But you always had people around you, and everyone knew what he was like, so there was no way they'd let him pull you away for a private conversation. 

But he found himself with the perfect opportunity one day after school. 

Your teammates had other obligations they needed to attend to; this left you to put away the equipment. 

He dismissed Sasha and Zenix (mainly Zenix as he had a tendency to speak without thinking). 

He approached you, and offered to help clean up. 

It was almost unnerving how nice he was being - you may have been a friendly person but you weren't stupid. you knew he was planning something.

You chose to be nice to him, but you kept your guard up. 

Time passes and you guys finish cleaning up, you say goodbye to Gene, and leave. 

Only after you leave does he realize he didn't even bring up you joining the shadow-knights. 

He just spent time with you, talking and hanging out like you were old friends. 

This is the first thing that made him question his plan.

PDH gene is by no means a good person - but even he has some morals. 

After this you would say hello to him in passing and make small talk - again acting like you two had been friends for years. 

You were just too sweet, and it chipped away at him. 

Eventually he completely forgot about forcing you to join the shadowknights. 

Although you weren't a shadowknight, you were friends. 

And not just with him, you were nice to Sasha and Zenix too. 

Sasha had gotten rather attached to you, and although Zenix would rather die than admit it - he quite liked having you around. 

Of course other people questioned why someone as sweet as you would be friends with them. Were you being forced?

you would always respond with “they're actually really nice” - Which no one believed of course.

But Gene quickly shut down all the questions, and no one really wanted to get on his bad side; so they stopped asking you about it.

Your relationship with Gene slowly changed, you two never acknowledged it.

but you both knew you weren't just “friends” anymore. 

Gene isn't the type to be explicitly romantic or loud with his affections - he's more subtle about it. 

He asked you out in a very casual way - you two were hanging out at his house. 

You were scrolling on your phone absentmindedly while he was playing a game, when he suddenly asked:

“Do you wanna go to the coffee shop this weekend?” “Sure!” “It's a date then.” 

No beating around the bush with this man. 

It's an interesting dynamic between you two - but he wouldn't have it any other way. 

Garroth: 

Garroth is a naturally charismatic and sociable person.

This, along with him being the baseball team captain, meant it was only natural for Garroth to be well acquainted with other sports captains. 

You were the track and field team captain. 

Much like Garroth you were charming and peppy, and had a tendency to naturally draw people to you. 

On the first day of the new school year, you were tending to the track and field club’s stand. 

Some other club leaders asked for your help; because of this a handful of nearby freshmen got the impression that you were helping with everything, and not just your own stand. 

You were happy to help, but you didn't anticipate being suddenly surrounded by a large group of over-excited freshmen who kept talking over each other.

You tried to help them all, but it was getting overwhelming.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Garroth redirected the freshmen to the mentors - he also offered to help out with the track and field stand. 

He wasn't very busy with the other members tending to the baseball stand.

You gladly accepted his help - although you and Garroth were friendly before this, you weren't very close.

After this day your friendship blossomed; the two of you would often spend free time together and even help each other with team captain responsibilities.

If either of you had a match, the other would be sure to come and cheer. 

With the two of you being as popular as you were, it was only inevitable for rumors to start about you two dating.

Garroth brushed it off and acted as though he wasn't affected by the silly rumors - but that wasn't really the case.

Truthfully he had been harboring feelings for you for some time, and these rumors gave him a chance to see how you'd react to the idea of you two dating. 

He did sometimes flirt with you, but played it off as a joke causing you to respond with joking flirtation of your own (was it really a joke tho). 

When you didn't seem opposed to the idea, his heart jumped out of his chest.

He took the first chance he got and asked you out. 

He's so cute guys I love him.

Blaze: 

You had been the tennis team captain for over a year - your popularity grew along with the tennis club as you led the team to win many matches.

had been receiving complaints by team members about a group of werewolves that kept stealing tennis balls in the middle of matches.

A few lost balls wouldn't be much of a problem, but they kept doing this until the players had none left.

You knew if you went to the werewolves responsible yourself the chances of them listening to you were little.

So you opted to go directly to the principal - so far she seemed a lot more competent than the previous principal, so you had hoped she'd be able to help you.

But these hopes were quickly diminished when she said she couldn't intervene as it was a “werewolf issue”.

You argued it was affecting the tennis club members who were human and meif'wa as well.

But she made some vague excuse about having a meeting and told you to talk to the werewolf studies teacher about it. 

After having any and all hope in the new principal destroyed, you went off to find the werewolf studies teacher.

When you explained the situation to him he informed you that this was the responsibility of the “alpha” and he couldn't do much.

By this point you were getting very frustrated - you had to run all over the school to find someone to help, only for them to tell you that they couldn't do anything. 

To your relief you were informed that the werewolf alpha was Aphmau (you decided to not ask why a human was the werewolf alpha). 

You weren't super close with Aphmau, but you met her once when you and Katelyn were playing tennis - you’d had some friendly interactions since and you had hoped that she wouldn't dismiss you like the last two people.

You managed to find her as she was talking to a red haired werewolf - you had seen him around a few times. His name was Blaze if you remembered correctly.

She was friendly as usual when you approached her, but you noticed she seemed more tired and even a bit frazzled.

You explained the situation to her and she was very understanding, but you could see that just thinking about handling this made her look even more tired.

That's when Blaze interrupted and said he was happy to help, as aphmau had to focus on choosing an alpha male - whatever that means.

You were ecstatic, after all that running around you finally found someone who could help.

Blaze was very sweet- and although he was a tad clueless when it came to certain things, he certainly had the spirit.

You helped Blaze find the responsible werewolves and at first he was explaining to them that they shouldn't steal things that don't belong to them. 

However after they were not very receptive to this, he took a more,, “hands on” approach.

You knew after going to this school for some time that werewolves would often solve conflict by fighting.

But you didn't expect blaze to throw the werewolves out the nearest window and then jump out after them??? 

You just wanted your team members to be able to practice in peace.. How did this happen-?

By the time that you reached downstairs where they were, the group of werewolves were standing in front of Blaze, looking down silently.

Blaze was grinning and looked very proud of himself - he seemed to be waiting for you to tell him he did a good job.

You didn't expect a 6’3 werewolf to be so.. Cute? 

You thanked him for his help and told him he was welcome to play with the tennis team whenever he pleased.

In the following weeks your friendship grew - he would join your practice in his free time. 

Although when he did it was mostly him chasing after the ball and forgetting he's supposed to hit it with the racket. 

As you grew closer, Blaze started noticing that his feelings towards you were changing. 

He always thought you were rather cute but he didnt think too deeply about it. 

But his desire to be around you grew.

subtlety isn't Blaze’s strong suit - the second he realizes he has a crush on someone, he starts following them around everywhere and his affection grows tenfold. 

He's a naturally affectionate person towards his loved ones, but you noticed that it's different with you. 

One day you decide to ask him about it and he just looks at you and just flat out confesses.

He was under the impression that he was being quite obvious. 

He's so <3333

I love him 

The final part

♡Hope you enjoy ~

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The gentle hum of the Mobius afternoon was usually a soothing backdrop for Sonic, a constant reminder of freedom and open roads. But today, it felt less like a lullaby and more like a ticking clock. Beside him, Y/N fidgeted, adjusting the strap of her small bag, while Shadow, ever the picture of stoic calm, exuded an almost palpable tension. His arms were crossed, eyes narrowed, as if calculating the exact trajectory of their impending social explosion.

"Alright," Sonic began, trying to inject some of his usual bravado into the quiet air, "Operation: Uh, 'Truth Bomb' is a go. Remember the plan? We walk in, act cool, casually drop the biggest bombshell since Eggman tried to turn the moon into a giant omelette, then brace for impact."

Y/N let out a nervous puff of air. "The 'plan' was 'wing it,' Sonic. And 'act cool' is probably out the window for me right now. My palms are sweating."

Shadow grunted. "Your palms are always sweating when you're nervous, Y/N." He paused, a faint flush creeping up his dark cheeks. "Mine are... surprisingly damp as well."

Sonic snickered, despite his own churning stomach. "See? Even the Ultimate Life Form gets performance anxiety. Besides, it’s just our friends. Amy, Rouge, Knuckles, Silver, Blaze, Tails. They love us. They’ll understand." He tried to convince himself as much as them.

"They think you two are still locked in an eternal, testosterone-fueled battle for my affections," Y/N pointed out, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Which, to be fair, you were for a long time. It wasn't exactly smooth sailing getting to... this." She gestured vaguely between the three of them.

Their secret, a carefully constructed bubble of shared glances, hushed conversations, and stolen moments, had been a beautiful, evolving thing. It had started subtly, with the gradual realization that the rivalry between Sonic and Shadow wasn't just about who was faster or stronger, but about a shared, complicated affection for Y/N. And Y/N, caught between the two most formidable (and ridiculously attractive) hedgehogs on Mobius, had found her heart surprisingly big enough for both. Their agreement to take things slow, to navigate this uncharted polyamorous territory one tentative step at a time, had been a relief. But keeping it secret from their notoriously nosy, albeit well-meaning, friends was starting to feel dishonest. They deserved to know.

As they approached Amy’s house, familiar sounds began to filter through the open windows: a burst of laughter, a competitive shout, the clinking of something metallic.

"Sounds like a typical Sunday afternoon," Sonic whispered, trying to peer through the curtains. "Which means they're either playing a fierce round of Mario Kart or someone's trying to build a new super-weapon out of kitchen utensils."

"Or," Shadow drawled, a hint of suspicion in his voice, "they are engaged in some form of highly illogical social ritual."

"Probably both," Y/N muttered, taking a deep breath. "Okay. Deep breaths. We got this."

She pushed open the front door. The scene that greeted them was, indeed, a highly illogical social ritual.

The living room was alight with energy. Amy was perched on the arm of the sofa, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face. Rouge lounged elegantly on the cushions, fanning herself with a stack of chips. Knuckles was gesticulating wildly, nearly knocking over a vase. Silver floated slightly above the ground, hands clasped, looking earnest. Blaze had her arms folded, an unreadable expression on her face, but a glint in her eyes. And Tails, bless his brilliant, analytical heart, was hunched over a large whiteboard resting on the coffee table, a marker squeaking furiously as he drew diagrams, charts, and what looked suspiciously like a probability matrix.

As the door opened, the cacophony died down. Six heads snapped towards them, eyes wide, expressions ranging from guilt to outright panic.

"Oh! Hey guys!" Amy chirped, a little too brightly, trying to kick a stray notebook under the sofa. Rouge smoothly swept a pile of coins off the coffee table with her tail, making it look like an accidental brush.

"What are you all doing?" Y/N asked, her eyes narrowing at the suspicious activity. The whiteboard, however, was in plain sight.

Tails, caught mid-calculation, inadvertently articulated his thoughts aloud. "Well, based on Sonic's historical tendency for impulsive declarations of affection, coupled with Shadow's brooding intensity and Y/N's documented preference for both playful banter and quiet companionship, the probability of Sonic winning the 'Y/N Sweepstakes' within the next fiscal quarter is approximately 63%, with Shadow at a surprising 37% due to his anti-social tendencies, which paradoxically appeal to Y/N's desire for a deeper, more meaningful connection, thus making it a tighter race than initially anticipated, especially considering the fluctuating rates of chili dog consumption versus coffee intake and their respective effects on romantic overtures—"

"TAILS!" Amy shrieked, face bright red, smacking her forehead.

Knuckles, however, was less subtle. "Aw, man! Don't tell 'em! We had a good thing going! I had twenty Rings on Shadow winning, based on his sheer stubbornness! And Amy said Sonic would win because she always thinks Sonic wins everything!"

"Because he usually does!" Amy shot back, then clapped her hands over her mouth, looking mortified.

Rouge, on the other hand, simply arched an eyebrow, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face. "Oh, darling. You two are just in time for the grand finale. We were just assessing the odds. A shame, really, for those who bet on separate outcomes." She gestured airily at the whiteboard, which now clearly displayed two columns: "Team Sonic" and "Team Shadow," with various friends' names scribbled underneath and tally marks beside them. There was even a smaller, forlorn column labeled "Dark Horse - Does Y/N just run off with someone else entirely?" (Knuckles's contribution, no doubt).

The air in the room thickened with an almost unbearable awkwardness. Sonic’s face, usually a vibrant blue, began to shift to a deep crimson, rivalling Knuckles’s fur. His quills seemed to droop slightly, and he suddenly found the pattern on the rug intensely fascinating. Shadow’s ears twitched, a faint, almost imperceptible blush spreading across his dark cheeks, giving him the appearance of a very annoyed, very embarrassed, very red-eared bat. He avoided eye contact, his gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling.

As for Y/N, the blood drained from her face, then rushed back with a vengeance. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, her ears ringing with the sounds of her friends' blatant, detailed, and utterly humiliating analysis of her love life. She clamped her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with mortification. This was not how they’d pictured coming out. Not with a full-blown, scientifically-backed, high-stakes gambling ring on her love life.

"You guys," Y/N choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "You—you're still betting?"

"Well, it's not like you were giving us much to work with!" Silver piped up, oblivious in his earnestness. "You were always so cryptic! And Sonic and Shadow were always so competitive around you! It seemed like the natural conclusion!"

"A conclusion that was wrong!" Sonic finally managed to blurt out, his voice squeaky with embarrassment. He gestured wildly between himself and Shadow, then towards Y/N. "We're not—we're not fighting over her! We're not—" He trailed off, stumbling over his words, his face now the color of a tomato.

( At least not anymore.)

Shadow, seeing Y/N’s mortified expression, moved instinctively. He stepped closer to her, his usual aloofness replaced by a protective stance. Gently, but firmly, he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. Y/N, seizing the opportunity for escape from public scrutiny, immediately buried her face into his chest, letting out a muffled groan of profound shame. Shadow, despite his own burning cheeks, tightened his hold, letting her hide, his gaze sweeping over their friends with a silent but potent warning.

"We... have something to tell you all," Shadow stated, his voice a little strained but remarkably steady given the circumstances. "And it rather invalidates your entire... operation."

Sonic, still a vibrant shade of scarlet, took a deep breath, running a hand through his quills. "Yeah. Look, this is... complicated. And we were planning to tell you, just maybe not like this." He took another breath. "The thing is... you guys got it all wrong. We're not competing for Y/N." He paused, glancing at Shadow and Y/N. Shadow gave a subtle nod. "We're... not competing at all. We're all... together."

A silence descended upon the living room, thicker and more profound than before. You could practically hear the gears grinding in everyone's heads.

Tails, ever the first to process data, slowly lifted his head from his tablet, which he had been furiously typing on. "Together? As in... a coalition? A team? A triumvirate?"

"No, Tails," Y/N mumbled from Shadow's chest, her voice muffled but clear enough. "As in... a relationship. All three of us. We're... dating each other."

The silence shattered.

Amy gasped, then slowly, a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. "I knew it! I knew something was up! All those 'training sessions' you three suddenly started doing together, 'just the three of us'! The way you two," she pointed at Sonic and Shadow, "stopped trying to out-smirk each other every time Y/N so much as breathed in your general direction! It was too suspicious!"

Rouge let out a delighted, theatrical laugh. "Oh, darlings! This is delicious! A ménage à trois of Mobian proportions! And here I was, wasting my Rings on a binary outcome! Well, I suppose the house still wins, given my general genius for predicting these things." She winked, completely unashamed. "I did sense a deeper bond. Just not... quite this deep."

Knuckles, scratching his head, looked utterly bewildered. "So... does this mean nobody wins the bet? Is it a tie? Do we split the pot three ways for Y/N?"

Silver, looking slightly flushed, finally lowered himself to the floor. "Wow. I mean, wow! This is... unexpected. But also... kind of adorable? Does this mean you two will stop bickering as much now?"

Blaze, who had been observing quietly, finally spoke, a rare, amused flicker in her golden eyes. "Honestly? Given the dynamic I've observed between you three, it's not entirely illogical. Chaotic, perhaps, but not illogical. It certainly explains the sudden cessation of your more aggressive 'challenges,' Sonic."

Tails, meanwhile, had recovered from his initial shock. His fingers flew across his tablet, updating his probability matrix. "This changes everything! The variables, the interactions, the potential for shared emotional support systems leading to enhanced team efficiency! This is fascinating! Does this mean Sonic will now share his chili dogs more often with Shadow? Or vice versa? Are there assigned cuddle positions? Is there a primary emotional support hedgehog, or is it a rotating schedule?"

Y/N groaned again, burrowing deeper into Shadow’s chest, her face still burning. Shadow, still red-faced but now with a hint of pride in his eyes, tightened his arm around her. "We are taking things slowly, Tails. One step at a time. And no, Sonic is not sharing his chili dogs."

Sonic, finally finding his voice and a shred of his usual confidence, though still beet red, managed a wry grin. "Hey, some things are sacred! But yeah. We're... we're figuring it out. It's new. It's different. But it feels... right." He looked at Y/N, still half-hidden, and then at Shadow, who met his gaze with a faint, almost imperceptible softening. "And we just wanted you guys to know. You're our friends. And we felt you deserved to know the truth."

The initial shock gave way to a strange blend of genuine acceptance and relentless teasing. Knuckles, still confused, started trying to calculate how a three-way relationship would affect "territorial dominance." Amy started planning a "get-to-know-you-better-as-a-throuple" picnic. Rouge was already brainstorming nicknames for them. Silver was just happy they weren't fighting. And Tails was now designing a comprehensive flow chart of polyamorous relationship dynamics.

Y/N finally peeked out from Shadow’s chest, her face still warm but a small, embarrassed smile playing on her lips. She looked from Shadow’s flushed but steady face to Sonic’s equally red but relieved expression. Being open was terrifying, but with her friends, it was also… incredibly funny.

"So," Amy said, holding up the now-obsolete betting sheet with a mischievous grin. "Does this mean we all win? Or do we just burn this evidence and pretend we were never so ridiculously wrong?"

Sonic threw his hands up in mock surrender. "You guys are impossible! But yeah, let's just go with 'we all win' and pretend this never happened."

Shadow snorted, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Y/N's head, making her blush even harder. "Highly unlikely, Faker. This will undoubtedly be brought up at every possible occasion."

And as the laughter filled Amy's living room, loud and boisterous, Sonic, Shadow, and Y/N knew one thing for sure: their secret was out. It hadn't been graceful, or quiet, or according to any plan. It had been chaotic, embarrassing, and utterly hilarious. But it was out, and somehow, that felt like the most perfect, comedic first step into their new, shared reality. The bets might have been wrong, but their hearts, finally, were exactly where they needed to be.

The end

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Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5 end

This is the end of the Sonic x reader x shadow series.

I will do more different ones in the future.

And of course, there will be a special bonus

two endings where the reader choose Sonic and the other one where she chooses Shadow.

Coming soon

💙sonic ending

🩶Shadow ending

i dont rlly have a prompt,, but i was wondering if you could do one for pdh!blaze !! It can be romantic or platonic!!

and you have my adoration too, nonnie! ( ´･･)ﾉ(.∀.`)

this one may also count as a mini-milestone as this would be the post office’s first assisted delivery to not come to you in a physical envelope… 

(had a lot of fun with this one, and i hope you do as well!)

You are one more minor inconvenience away from tearing out all the hair on your head. As if the neverending workload on your shoulders weren’t heavy enough already, the school festival and midterms were just about the round the corner of this week. You don’t remember the last time you’ve had a full night of sleep. But you suppose that as long as you were keeping yourself afloat academically and beyond, it would be all worth it in the end.

You’re mentally patting yourself on the back after a quick break in the form of clearing the inbox of your school email. You don’t get to leave your seat like you originally wanted when you hear that accursed ping notification echo through your room.

Okay, what happened to basic etiquette, huh? It’s waaay past midnight. Who in Irene’s name was trying to reach you at this ungodly hour? Unable to resist and simply read it tomorrow, you refresh the page to find another email sitting at the top of your inbox.