#simple fluff

lucy bronze x reader

your girlfriend can’t sleep, and you’re the only fix

lucy sighed softly as she blinked at the alarm clock on her bedside table, and the realisation that yet another hour had passed without her being able to drift off hit her. glancing down at your sleeping frame, a smile creeped onto her face - as you lay in her arms, pretty much out like a light. you had knocked out practically the second your head had hit your pillow (her) and had stayed that way for the last now three hours.

your cheek was pressed firmly against her chest, your mouth hanging open ever so slightly, allowing soft snores (that she adored, and would never dare tell you about) to slip past every now and again. simply just letting her eyes glance over you, even in complete darkness, made her heart flutter, and the way you were sprawled on top of her, with your arms loosely wrapped around her, only made her smile widen - and caused her to wonder how she ended up with someone as effortlessly beautiful as you were - even when dead asleep, you were breathtaking.

there was no denying that lucy was truly and utterly whipped for you - a fact that everybody around her knew, you included. she would do anything for you, without question.

you began to stir the instant that her fingers subconsciously found your hair, and she panicked internally, not wanting to wake you - pulling you tighter into her embrace and moving her hands to rub soothing circles into the curve of your back, praying that you would settle back down again without fuss.

but to no avail.

“luce? what are you doing up?” you grumbled into her, lifting your head slightly as your girlfriend just shushed you and continued to caress your back in response.

“can’t sleep.” she whispered into your hair, placing a kiss there before you nodded, shifting slightly to press your face into the crook of her neck, and peck softly at the skin that was left uncovered by her hoodie. “what time is it?”

“like two.” she sighed.

“god. how long have you been up?” you asked in between kisses, stroking at her arm mindlessly.

“i never fell asleep - couldn’t switch off. dunno why.” she replied, a slight shrug following her words.

“what? baby why didn’t you wake me up?” you suddenly sat up on her lap, pouting and staring into her sleepless eyes, searching for an explanation.

“you looked so peaceful.” she murmured, cupping your cheeks and pulling you back down to meet your lips. “didn’t want to disturb you sweetheart, especially when there’s no reason to.”

“i’d happily have disturbed sleep anytime for you luce. you know that.” you argued gently, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world - a small smile crossing your features as you pulled away from her a little.

“i know darling, you’re too good to me, thank you. well, gimme cuddles, maybe it’ll help.”

“you don’t even have to ask, silly. come here.” you chirped, sleep returning to scratch at your voice as you dropped your head back down into its previous position, resting in her neck. “did you try counting sheep?”

“i don’t think that has ever worked for anyone.” she only grumbled in response, her own tiredness more evident than ever.

“you never know until you try.” you shrugged, causing lucy to sigh in response, before wrapping her arms around your back, and letting herself be completely enveloped by you. the silence that settled between the pair of you lasted no more than a few minutes - her frustrated groan that broke it travelling across the room.

“doesn’t work.”

“just clear your mind, yeah? let all your thoughts and everything just float away. it’s just you and me.” you whispered, remaining still and quiet in hopes that it’d eventually take some influence.

“can we sleep naked? maybe that’s what it is. wanna be close to you. wanna feel your skin.”

“if you think that’ll help babe.” you mumbled, sitting up to pull your lucy’s oversized shirt up and over your head, leaving you almost completely bare in front of your girlfriend.

you watched her intently, searching for any sign of sleep in her eyes, rolling your own when you instead caught her eyeing you up and down hungrily, smirking up at you.

“absolutely not. don’t even think about it. sex isn’t going to work either. it didn’t last time - just got you all riled up, and then neither of us slept. remember how many laps ale made us do that day?”

“well how exactly can you expect me to not want to when you look like that.”

“lucy.” you warned, raising an eyebrow at her before lifting off her to slip off your panties, and mindlessly throwing them across the room - ruling them a problem for the morning. “are you going to strip too or are you just going to stare at me the entire night? this was your idea, remember?”

“alright, alright, fine.” she paused both her staring and complaints about your lack of use of a nickname to pull her own shirt and underwear off, in a speed that was almost impressive.

“if i can’t stare, neither can you, hypocrite.”

“you suck.” you whined, shifting once more to the same position you’d woken up in, sprawled across her - arms clumsily moving to wrap around her.

“its hot in here.” lucy gulped from below you, her signature smirk, that almost always made you melt, returning to spread across her face.

“it’s the middle of january, it’s freezing. you’re just horny, and we’re going to sleep.”

“ugh.” she groaned, lacking the energy to fully tease you and get what she wanted. her arms pulled you impossibly closer into her, her skin flush against your own. the sheer comfort and warmth that radiated off of her made you beam, as you let sleep begin to creep back up on you.

you laid in a comfortable silence for a good while, almost long enough for you to fully drift off, believing that she had too - before you felt her tracing shapes on the bare skin of your back - and the sound of her humming hit your ears.

“will you hum with me?”

“of course.” you chuckled to yourself silently, melting at how much of a dork lucy truly was, despite the front she put on - and how offended she got when you called her that.

you picked up on her tune with ease, this being a rather common occurrence with the two of you, joining in and humming alongside her, only stopping when you noticed that hers had trailed off, and that her eyes had fluttered shut, at last.

“goodnight my love. i love you so much.” you said, so quietly that it was more mouthed, allowing yourself to easily fall back to sleep.

“love you too.” she mumbled into your hair - words so thick with sleep that they sounded more like random sounds.

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this was actually inspired by a glee fic i read years ago yet still remember, and the fact that i’m also desperate to fall asleep but can’t !!

i’ve got to be up early in the morning to go to liverpool to watch arsenal play (terrified and praying that we aren’t shit) so i will proof read and upload more works on the journey!

Anyway jjst wanted to ask if ur planning to do some fic related to thunderstoms, i just have a very soft spot for sonic comforting tails during a storm, and since we have seen so much nine angst, maybe..

Hello, @fann1details! I'm so glad you like my analysis of Nine! Of course, I still take requests. And I love analyses for the same reason, that's why I do it, to pick apart what I think the writers are trying to convey in this character or scene or whatnot so I'm glad it helps you too!

I have been planning a thunderstorm fic yes! Every Sonic and Tails, or in this case Nine, fan writer should have a thunderstorm fic of the two!

Here's one that I've been drafting out for a while, I hope you like it.

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Thunderstorms are the worst.

Those loud cracks of thunder made Nine flinch, reminding him of how sensitive his ears were. While he was lucky to be in his base and not outside to see the lightning, which made him shudder due to how electricity was used against him during his time in the council. He, with Sonic's help, managed to escape the tyrants and was now on the run.

Now they were merely hiding out in Nine's lab, which the fox knew they wouldn't find them there. The hedgehog was currently upstairs, cooking chili, the spicy but pleasant scent lingered around the base. Nine found it a nice gesture, and one greatly appreciated. Lately, all he ate was whatever he could find, like protein bars, and juice, and if he got lucky some pieces of ham or sausage he managed to steal.

Of course, they had to go to a store to get the cans of chili. Only, the thunderstorm had started long before that. He tried to hide his flinching as best as he could and tried to suppress his shudders when a bolt of lightning shot through the sky. Sonic didn't need to know his weaknesses.

But still even after he didn't show a sign of fear and they had the chili, the blue blur still glanced at him with some kind of worry. Nine figured it wasn't that Sonic thought he was weak in storms, he was much too nice for that, but perhaps the other him, 'Tails', dealt with...problems from thunderstorms.

He managed to hide it, being lucky that when he failed, the hedgehog wasn't looking. They finally made it to the lab, and the hedgehog went ahead and worked on something to eat. Nine greatly appreciated the gesture, and he resumed working on a random invention.

He paused as he realized he was missing a part, he moved over to where the spare bolts and screws were kept, using his metal tails to reach the top of the shelf, only that was when the biggest clap of thunder decided to strike.

When it happened Nine found himself yelping in fear, flinching, falling over due to the sudden movements, instinctively making his metal tails hold onto something and grab the shelf, causing it to fall on him with a loud crash.

Nine groaned, feeling the bruises the impact of the metal holder left.

"Nine!", he heard the voice of his companion yell as they ran down to see what that sudden yell and crash was, finding the urchin two feet away from the mess, "You ok? What happened?"

The Kitsune looked over at the blue blur, finding nothing but concern and panic in his gaze. Not being able to resist, he fired a snarky comment in response, grunting in between due to being under a heavy object.

"What do you think happened?... Ugh...Yeah, I'm fine."

The hedgehog paused in embarrassment at the stupid question, instead looking over the kit as they dug themselves out of the rubble of metal. Gloved hands reached out and gently squeezed the fox's arms before the owner snatched them away.

"I said I was fine, I just fell, panicked, and grabbed the shelf. Now I'm going to have to fix it."

"How'd you fall?"

"Slipped", Nine lied, not wanting the blue urchin to know of his pathetic startle due to some force of nature. Sonic seemed to be studying his expression, seeming to look for deceit, but the fox kept his face steady, and the hedgehog relaxed, relief flooding his gaze.

"Well, I'm glad nothing was broken. Anyway, the food's ready-"

He was cut off by another loud clap of thunder and a yelp of fear from the kit. The fox covered his mouth, but it was too late. The hedgehog looked at him with sympathy in his gaze, a small smile forming.

"Aw, buddy."

Nine stayed quiet, sending the urchin a glare. He wrapped his arms around himself as he turned his back to the sympathetic hero. He closed his eyes waiting for the mocking laughter but it never came. Instead, he felt a hand gently rubbing his head, finding the other in front of him, still looking at him with kindness.

Then the spikey speedster spoke, telling him it was alright to be scared, stating that everyone was scared of something. Nine huffed not believing him until the hedgehog told him about his fear of water, surprising the fox.

Sonic spoke that he couldn't even get knee-deep in water without squirming, and the kit found himself relaxing, then the spikey mobian suddenly speed off bringing back two bowls of chili to eat. They spoke, providing each other comfort, forgetting all about the storm outside, eating spicy delicious chili.

The room was filled with darkness with only a tiny blue screen illuminating the walls. The only sounds that filled the room were the fan and the static of TV. Evelyn awoke and got up slowly. She squinted slightly at the bright light that the TV had produced. Her first thought was her sleepy morning routine. Comb your hair, brush your teeth, wash your face, fix breakfast and then leave for the day. Simple as ever, she thought. She swung her legs around and got up from bed, eyes still weary from sleeping. Passing by the opposite side of the bed that wasn’t tussled, Evelyn stopped and stared at the neatly made side.

She continued anyways without a thought and stumbled towards the master bedroom bathroom and stared at her appearance in the mirror. Black circles under her eyes, ruffled hair, and wrinkled pajamas from the nightmare-induced night before. As she started her routine, she noticed something felt empty or missing even. The feeling lingered enough to bring some paranoia to herself. The feeling grew bigger before stopping herself in her tracks.

“No, you’re just paranoid, nothing to worry about Ev..” she thought

She brushed it off and finished her routine. Evelyn made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen to make breakfast. She opened the cabinet to find single plates, single coffee mugs and cups, and only a limited number of pans. The kitchen was filled of single anything and everything. Coldness filled the kitchen and bar as she turned the stove on for eggs and bacon.

She served her breakfast on a single plate, grabbed a fork and headed to the empty dining room. She sat on one side of the end of the table. She opened the paper the maid had set down and read articles over supers in hiding and what is being done about rising crime. While finishing up the article, she noticed the other empty side of the table and felt the lingering feeling of paranoia again. Something was absolutely missing. “ Alone. That’s what it is, I’m alone” she thought. Evelyn’s Head started to fill with images and fantasies of what it could be like to be loved or held even by someone wonderful. She chuckled and said “ that would be nice, to be loved. It could happen, Ev, if you weren’t so stuck up all the time”

The thought voice had changed. It wasn’t her inner voice, rather a regular voice.

A deep voiced echoed the house and yelled insults and profanities at her. All relating her her loneliness and how she can’t be loved. They changed back and forth to how she can’t do anything right and how even Winston can’t stand to be near her, let alone a significant other. The voice continued to get louder and harsher and it all lead itself to get closer to Evelyn. Fear finally drove Evelyn to run and corner herself away from what was threatening her. She figured out quickly that there was no escape from what could happen next.

The coldness increased and wrapped itself around Evelyn, making its way towards her throat. It was a force that was became increasingly difficult to break free from and grew tighter the more she squirmed. Every nerve was on had tightened up with pain as if she had been stuck in the cold for hours and her eyes started to grow wide and swell from the huge tears running down her face. The voice was in both her ears now and Evelyn felt the breath of the voice on her neck and cheek.

“You really think you can have someone to love?! You don’t have anyone, you’re alone, you don’t deserve anyone. Even Winston can’t stand to be near you, let alone someone else!” The voice yelled as it started making its appearance.“Even I wouldn’t love someone like you..” the voice taunted.

The voice formed a silhouette of a woman and started to create a face. Evelyn glimpsed at the face and screamed but nothing came out. The cold force turned into multiple elastic arms and started to increase its grip

“H-Helen.. please.. let me go.. I-I’m sorry..” Evelyn’s voice choked out as Helen squeezed tighter. She squirmed more and more, she yelled Helen’s name louder and louder, both voices that were hers and Helen's reached its peak.

“HELEN P-PLEASE!..”

Evelyn’s now hoarse voice echoed until two hands shook her awake. She spun around to see Helen in her pajamas with a look of extreme worry on her face. Evelyn brought her hands to her own face and felt sweat or maybe even tears smeared all over. She looked up to see the TV was static as the fan was moving all the same. She looked back at Helen and said “I was dreaming again…”

“No, honey it was another nightmare..” Helen corrected her quickly

Evelyn took a while to speak up. “You know, the dream opens the same every single time I have it, where everywhere I want you to be is empty and everything is cold. It’s always lonely and there’s never anything that shows a sign of anyone else…and it always goes so quickly”

Helen looked intently at Evelyn and started to ask quietly “Was I in the dream?..”

Evelyn looked up slowly and said with sorrow, as if it had actually happened “ You were using your powers to choke me out.. you kept saying how no one could love me..” Evelyn’s eyes welled up again at the thought of Helen taking her life in anger. “It just..felt so real, Helen” Evelyn choked out through silent tears.

“Oh..Honey, you know I could never do anything like that to you..remember it was only a dream” Helen cupped Evelyn’s cheek and brought her close to her chest.

Evelyn gripped Helens torso and arm, afraid that if she let go, she would float off to nothingness. Helen ran her fingers softly through Evelyn’s messy hair, hoping it would relieve her of the emotional state she was in.

After only 10 minutes of just that, Helen heard Evelyn snore softly and set her onto her own pillow. Helen laid down as well and put her arm over Evelyn’s torso.

Anyone available to give a one-shot of mine a read through this weekend? Check for spelling and grammar? Possbily some edits to improve the story.