#send away to get me out of my block plzzz

[artificialashley]

OMG UR DOING PROMPTS WHAT A GREAT DAY could i pls get uhhhhhh a fluff 7 with Vanique pls bc it just Screams them thank u 💖💖💖

Thank you girlie!!!!! I’ve never wrote them before so loved this! Not exactly the definition of fluff but hope you enjoy!

7. “You’re and idiot.” “But you love me.” // Vanique

“What you wearing to the social tonight?” Vanessa asked as she passed the ball to Monique, hoping their team captain didn’t notice the fact her feet moved three times as she did so (or if she did that she was being too nice to point it out).

“Not going.” Monique passed to right but Vanessa’s little legs weren’t fast enough to follow. That or she was far too distracted to even see where it was going. Most likely the latter, given that the fifteen-degree temperature meant everyone had opted for shorts and ponytails for training that day. Monique was wearing shorts that day.

“But who will I hang out with?”

“Erm, all of your other friends?” Monique stopped passing altogether, keeping the ball tight in her hands despite the mixture of mud, leaves and general gunk that it’d accumulated over the seven times Vanessa had dropped it that day. Vanessa didn’t question it. “Besides, it’s a mixed social. The whole point is that you’re gonna get paired up with some arsehole rugby player and spend the night with them, I wouldn’t be hanging out with you anyway.”

“But I never see you anymore!” Vanessa exaggerated, knowing fine well that even if Monique didn’t join her on the social, she’d still go to the club with her housemates after and they could have a dance then. Because those vital hours had started to become the highlight of her week, counting down the days until Wednesday when she could get lost in the laugh that tied her stomach into bows and lifted her all body the way to the top floor of the club, where they played the songs that were just a tad to gay for floors one, two and three. “Please!”

“I don’t wanna get coupled up with none of them white boys, Vanessa.” Monique rolled her eyes and Vanessa was sent spinning down her own spiral, falling through the netball court and into an endless black hole of stars, planets and aliens who told her to grow a pair of balls and tell Monique that she fancied the pants off her (or at least that's what she assumed they were telling her, she could never grasp French in school nevermind the native language of extraterrestrials).

“You can couple up with me.” Vanessa watched as Monique passed the ball lightly between her own two hands, letting it dance between the two different options. Vanessa wanted to run up to her and push it on the one that said: “Yes, go to the social and have the best night of your life with Vanessa”. 

“Like they’re gonna let that happen.” Monique laughed and it made Vanessa want her to come even more, despite thinking that wasn’t humanly possible at the start of the conversation.

“Who’s gonna stop us?” Vanessa replied, reminding Monique that she was the hardest girl in the whole University, nevermind on their team. An image that was faltered not even a minute later when Monique suddenly passed the ball back and Vanessa squealed as though it was a machete coming her way.

“Erm, Jackie?” Monique pointed a finger at their captain, Vanessa too proud to miss the opportunity to throw back and catch Monique off-guard too. “Jesus, V!”

“You really think Jackie could take us?” Vanessa laughed. “Besides, I think she fancies me anyway, pretty sure I could break every single handbook rule and I’d still be on this team.”

Vanessa watched Monique's smile break for a minute before she grabbed the ball and tossed it back. “What, like you haven’t already done that?”

“Exactly!” Vanessa’s mind flashed through images of the pair on their initiation the year before, sneaking drinks into the twenty-four-hour library and convincing nerdy third-years to buy them drinks in the SU to make definite that their team won the challenge. That was the night Vanessa realised how much they had in common; both loud and fiery and determined to keep trying even when the biggest of odds stacked against them.

The perfect wing to her centre.

“You’re a terrible influence.” 

There was Vanessa’s glimmer of hope. Maybe Monique wasn’t quite as determined as herself after all.

“I’ve convinced you!” Vanessa just-about growled with excitement, throwing the ball as high as she could in the air and catching it like a kid on their break time full of energy and enthusiasm. 

Jackie obviously didn’t share the same enthusiasm, blowing the whistle in her direction and telling her to hustle like the control freak she was. Maybe she didn’t fancy Vanessa quite enough to get away with that one.

“You haven’t,” Monique spoke between laughs, shaking her head at Vanessa in a way that made her want to never behave anything but bad for the rest of her life.

“What do I have to do then?” Vanessa replied, hoping Monique didn’t say something like run a marathon or eat an onion whole (not that she wouldn’t have done those things anyway).

“Score a goal.” Monique stuck her tongue out, knowing fine well that all five feet and two inches of Vanessa were incapable of doing such a thing, evident in the fact she hadn’t left the centre third yet that day.

“That’s all!” Vanessa grinned like a serial killer but didn’t care. Because her night would be spent drinking shots with Monique, letting the other girl twirl her in the club and again in her dreams later on.

“Yep.”

“Yvie!” Vanessa started to run across the court without any further hesitation. “Let me hop on your shoulders for a minute?”

“Shit.” Monique caught up with her, trying and failing to pretend that the corners of her mouth weren’t fighting to turn upwards at the sight of Vanessa clambering up the taller girl like she was a tree. “You’re an idiot.”

Vanessa felt Yvie grip her legs tightly as she “scored her goal”, giving one last helpless look at Monique before plopping the ball into the net with the utmost ease.

“But you love me.” She shouted back before getting down, hoping that at least an incy wincy tiny little part of that was true.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Hi !!! Can I have Arthur x Reader. Reader has heat exhaustion from work and passes out as soon as she gets home. Arthur cools her off and is super worried Also. One where it's the opposite. Reader is slightly hypothermic and Arthur is concerned at how cold she is (She had to walk home in a bad snow storm) Fluff on both plzzz THANK U

Hi , thank you for the request 😊💗 I will write these for you as soon as possible 😊 It might take a couple of days, I hope thats okay ? 😘

UPDATE:

I just wrote the second option and I hope you like it :-)

The cold of the snow hurt your eyes as the icy wind blew mercyless into your face. Your right hand reached for the keys in your pocket. But your fingers felt too numb to grab them. It was the coldest winter you remembered in ages. The thick coat felt like thin a tshirt  covering your skin. You rubbed your face to get the snow out of your eyes but it only made it worse. It felt like you rubbed the cold right in and send shivers down your spine. You formed your hands and put put them to your lips. Even  your breath couldnt seem to warm them up anymore. It wasnt far from home anymore, just a block away, but with the wind blowing more and more snow into your face, every step felt like a chore. You couldnt wait to get home.  Arthur would be worried if he saw you in this condition. Weak and soaked through the bones. You didnt wanted to worry him. Arthur had enough to deal with when it came to his own health. He shouldnt be burdened with your condition on top of that. Maybe if you acted like you`re feeling fine he wouldnt notice how cold your body was. Maybe you could just walk through the door, kiss him on the cheek and hop into bed. Without him noticing that you were about to get sick. You felt it to your bones. Walking through that snow storm was too much for your body. Tomorrow you might have a bad fever. You tried to cover your fave with your scarf, but it was drenched and wet as well. After fighting though that storm you finally arrived at Anderson avenue, Winter in Gotham  was even worse than summer. You once again tried to get your keys as you got into the elevator. The tickelish, numb feeling on your face spread all over your body now. Shaky hands opening the door to apartment 8J. "I`m home, darling" you tried to sound like in a good mood. But your voice was cracky like you had a sore throath. Arthur came out of the bathroom, a make up wipe in his right hand, remains of Carnvals make up on his face. "I`m glad you`re home. I just came back from the childrens hospital. Man, it`s cold out there today. " His curly, green wig  with the small hat was  lying on the floor "Sorry for the mess. I couldnt wait to go to the bathroom and wash my face with some warm water." You nodded and sat down on the couch. The dizzyness overwhelmed you for a moment. "Y/N? Are you okay? You look pale. Are you not feeling well?" He noticed. Of course he did. Arthur always noticed. "I`m fine" you lied "It was just.....the snow storm...as you said...its cold outside...." and ...um...I... "  you tried to concentrate but the words just slipped away before you said them. Arthur put the make up wiped beside and sat down beside you, pressing his palms against your forehead and cheeks "You`re terribly cold! We have to take these wet clothes off." You tried to stand up but the dizzyness wouldnt let you. "You`re feeling dizzy?" "Kinda...." "Thats not good Y/N... c`mon, lets get you dry and put some warm clothes on". Arthur helped you out of your jacket. You immediately felt lighter as you got rid of the cold sweaters and wet scarf. Arthur took your shoes off "They don`t look very water proof Y/N. You should get some water proof shoes. " "Your clown shoes aren`t waterproof as well" He took off your water soaked socks "Don`t worry about me. You are the one with the icy feet here." He started to rub your feet "Oh my god, baby. They`re cold as ice. " His hands checked the rest of your half naked body "Your whole body is. You`re shaking, you`re feeling dizzy! I think you`re suffering from hypothermia." Arthurs worried puppy eyes glanced at you. He hated to watch you getting sick. The last time you had a fever he didnt leave your side for days. "Yeah...suddenly..i`m not feeling very well" you finally admitted, as your breath fastened. Arthur hugged you tightly "We have to help your body to warm up now. There is no time to waste. Arthurs hands wandered all over your body, rubbing your arms, thighs and your back. The warmth coming from his palms was heating up your skin like the hands of a magician. "You`re healing me. Is that a magic trick?" "What?" You felt like talking feverish words. "Magic or something? Its coming from your....hands. Keep on touching me okay?" You never wanted him to stop. You finally started to feel your own body again, but your mind kept drifting away. For a brief moment you couldnt been sure if you were awake or dreaming. "Am I asleep, Arthur?" "No, baby. You`re not.  You`re body cooled down because you got into a snow storm. Remember? I think you might get a fever. We have to warm you up." Arthur took your  icy hands in his and breathed into them. His warm breath filled the insides of your palms. He was breathing slowly, taking the numbness of the cold away, as you felt his breath hot against your tickeling skin. You wanted to hold his breath inside yoir hands forever and keep it like a treasure. After you were able to feel your fingers again, he caressed your chest in small circles. "You`re heart is racing!" Your arms clung to him as he tried to stand up. You didnt wanted to let go of him. ot for a second. You needed to feel the warmth of his body. To smell his skin. The moment he loosened the embrace hurt. "I`ll get you all the blankets we have in the bedroom and a hot water bottle. And I`ll make you a big, hot cup of tea, okay?  But first  put these on. " He handed you his fave sweater. The brown one. You remembered him wearing it when you first met him. You nodded as he helped you get into his sweater. "I love wearin your clothes" you mumbled, feeling like the power has been drained out of you. "I know sweetheart. Thats why I want you to put it on right now. It will help you feeling better soon. Its a magical sweater, you know?" he blinked beforte he  got to the bedroom and came back with so many blankets in his arms you couldnt even see him behind it anymore. He threw them on the couch and asked you to lay down. You felt Arthurs gentle hands wrapping your shaking  body into the blankets. His gentleness was coming through the fabric. He tugged the blankets under your back to make sure you`re compleately wrapped up into a warm fort of cozyness. "Better?" "A lot, Artie, thank you so much..." "I will get you the hot water bottle and the tea now" He was heading into the kitchen like there was no time to waste. Arthur always knew how to make you feel protected. Three minutes later he was back and put the cup to your lips "Careful, baby. Its still hot". "Thank you. You`re so good to me". "No need to thank me. Thats what I am here for, right? To protect you." You smiled. The hot water bottle warmed up your feet, just as Arthurs hands, rubbing them warmed your heart. "How do you know I`m suffering from hypothermia? Maybe I`m just getting a clod." Arthur lit himself a cigarette "I`m sure its the case, because I experienced it before. Remember when I told you that I usedto clib into the fridge when I was suffering from insomnia and was in a very bad mental state?" "Yeah...I remember" "I had the same symtoms afterwards. " You liftet the blankets "Artie, would you join me under the blankets? I`m sure it would help me to warm up". Arthur didnt hesitate to crawl under the blanket. "It hurts me to think of you crawling into the fridge. Can I ask you why you did that to yourself?" Arthur spooned you from behind, you felt his tiney body pressed against your own. "I dont know... comfort...maybe. Hiding from the world. Being in my own bubble for a while." "i`m so sorry, Artie" "Don`t be. I don`t needit anymore. You are my comfort zone now. My own little world, my hiding place, we live in our own bubble of protection. Right?" "We do....and you know what?" He kissed you sweetly on the back of your head. ""It´s warm in there.....in our bubble".

[bluevelvetvideo]

30 for Sweet Pea plzzz

How you said ‘I love you’ #30: quickly mumbled into your scarf, Sweet Pea.

Winter in Riverdale is something you’d never get used to. It always came quickly, but took too long to leave. You and the rest of the young Serpents were spending the day in the parking lot of the bar, fixing your respective bikes. The lot is full of laughter, but you can’t help the empty feeling in your chest at the lack of Sweet Pea’s presence. He had gotten called to take a ride with Jughead for parts in Greendale three days ago. They had left with a promise to you and Betty they’d be back as soon as they could.

Betty had been hanging around more often, teaching the proper way to fine tune out machines. She was a breath of fresh air, joking around as we worked. As the sun was setting, the temperature dropped drastically, leaving you cold; you had left your jacket inside. In the distance, the sound of motorcycles roared.

“Thank God,” Betty whispered to herself. She was always nervous when they went on runs. You were too, but since you’ve been on them, too, it wasn’t as big of a concern. This time was different. It had been three days and there was radio silence from your beloved.

The group was packing up for the day when they screeched to a halt. They dismounted gracefully. Jughead went to Betty and Sweet Pea made his way toward you, his signature smug grin on his lips. You were a little angry with him because of the lack of communication. It was out of character. In that moment, your anger melted, happy for him to finally be home. You ran the short distance between you and jumped into his arms, crossing your ankles behind his back.

“Miss me, gorgeous?” Sweet Pea asked, his mouth pressed into your ear.

“Maybe,” you hummed, running your fingers through his hair. Of course you missed him, he had been gone from you three nights. Your arms relax around his neck and pull away to look at him. “Why didn’t I hear from you, Sweets?” Sweet Pea didn’t respond. You arched your eyebrow up at him. He hung his head in mild shame. “You forgot your charger again, didn’t you?” He nodded.

“I"m sorry, y/n. I know you worry.” You pressed your forehead against his and let out a sigh. You were just happy he was home and safe. He pressed a kiss to your lips. You can feel how sorry he his behind his kiss. It’s different, more heated than usual. He left you breathless. “Wanna get out of here, Sweetie Pea?” You had only called him that a handful of times, but his reaction was the same as it always was. His cheeks turned red and he dipped his head into your neck. He would never say he liked it but the blush high on his cheekbones told you he did. He put you back on pavement and kissed your forehead.

“Lead the way,” he winked. You told him to wait while you ran inside to grab your stuff. You came back out a few moments later, zipping your leather jacket. The wind kicked up, sending a shiver down your spine. You reached into your pocket to grab your scarf to tie around your neck for the ride home. You secure it as you reach Sweet Pea who was patiently waiting for you.

“Can you drive us home?” You ask, further explaining the work that still needed to be done on your own bike. He nodded in agreement taking your small hand into his giant one. He swings his leg over and you secure yourself behind him. You wrap your arms around his torso, your face snuggling into your scarf. “Sweets?”

“Yeah beautiful?” He looked over his shoulder, but he wasn’t able to fully see you.

“I love you,” you said, face still in your scarf attempting to block the wind. Your words were muffled by the gray cotton. Sweet Pea threw his leg over the bike, getting off, and stood next to you, eyes wide and a smile splitting his face.

“Baby?” his eyes furrowed together then relaxed as what you said sunk in. You pull the scarf from over you face and repeat yourself.

“I love you, Sweetie Pea.” His face reddened again, but his dark eyes sparkled under the street lights.

“I love you, y/n,” He kissed you, his hands cupping your neck, thumbs on your jaw. “My beautiful baby girl. Let’s get you home.” He winked and raised his eyebrows suggestively. You bit your bottom lip, knowing what he wanted when you got back to Sunnyside and you couldn’t wait for it.