sixthieves:

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“I wish you could be kissed, Jane,” he said. “Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.” He flailed an arm toward the stars. “And then we’d never say anything about it again.”

“We can pretend. Just once. And then we’ll never say anything about it again.”

alexclaremontdiazs:

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“Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic.
This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.

sirxusblack:

         This was not allowed… But it was. The truth was sliding into the light.

helnik:

EDITS ALPHABET: BLUESEY

“Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.
She said, “I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.”

arthurian:

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He leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

“What care is it of yours,” he asked, “what I think of Orla?”
     This felt dangerous, for some reason.
                                                                      [ … ]
     Blue held his gaze, unflinching. Crisp, she replied, “None at all.”
     And it was a lie.
     It should not have been, but it was, and Gansey, who prized honesty above nearly every other thing, knew it when he heard it. Blue Sargent cared whether or not he was interested in Orla. She cared a lot. As she whirled toward the truck with a dismissive shake of her head, he felt a dirty sort of thrill.

wesper:

Koh demonstrating how to make a toga of a bed-sheet and sending Blue and Gansey into a cluttered bedroom to change. It was Gansey politely turning his back as she undressed and then Blue turning hers – maybe turning hers. It was Blue’s shoulder and her collarbone and her legs and her throat and her laugh her laugh her laugh. He couldn’t stop looking at her, and here, it didn’t matter, because no one here cared that they were together. Here, he could play his fingers over her fingers as they stood close, she could lean her cheek on his bare shoulder, he could hook his ankle playfully in hers, she could catch herself with an arm around his waist. Here he was unbelievably greedy for that laugh.

jessaminelovelace:

book otps: blue and gansey, the raven cycle

“blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. this close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and gansey, just gansey.
she said, “i just want to pretend. i want to pretend that i could.” 

czernsky:

fate would decree it

graecian:

     Without any hesitation, she stretched her arms around his neck. Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her—her heart spun again—and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
     Oh, help, she thought. Help, help, help.
     He pulled away. He said, “And now we never speak of it again.”

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