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five times blue sargent doesn’t kiss richard gansey iii (and one time she does)

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It is late when Gansey gets home, and he doesn’t expect either Ronan or Noah to be there. But he is surprised when Blue is. She sits on the edge of his bed, fiddles with the edge of her boxy t-shirt, occasionally wipes her eyes with the heel of her hand.

“Are you okay?” Gansey’s voice is louder than he intended and he winces as Blue looks up sharply.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles. He ambles over and sits next to her, the bed creaking and then sagging when he does so. Gansey doesn’t press as to why she’s upset. Maura has just disappeared; that’s reason enough.

But he is somewhat startled when Blue wraps her arms around him and buries her face in his shoulder. She smells like shampoo and spices, and all of a sudden, Gansey wonders what he smells like. Blue’s tears gradually seep through his shirt, but he doesn’t move, not until she lifts her head and smiles a watery smile. It gratifies Gansey, especially because it’s made just for him.

He leans forward, touches his forehead to Blue’s. Her breathing becomes shallower, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Gansey…don’t…” she whispers.

He takes one of her hands, idly running a hand across her palm.

“I won’t,” he replies, but his voice cracks and neither of them miss it. He doesn’t kiss Blue, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to.

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Idk, I just had a hankering for Loki as Thor’s sugardaddy. ~1500 words - bottom!Thor - minimal editing


Loki stared at the picture of Thor he had nicked off the site they’d met on. Naked, save for the towel held over his cock, his bathroom mirror smudged, body twisted just slightly to show the curve of his ass.

That was, of course, what had first drawn Loki to the 20 year old’s profile. What had kept him going back was the cocky little smirk – partly hidden by his hideous plastic phone case – until he finally broke down and sent him a message.

The fact that Thor was also able to string together multiple coherent sentences was what had made Loki ask to meet.

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blue appreciation week: day 5 / favorite feminist blue moment

From outside the car, Blue’s voice rose. “How would you feel if I reduced you to your legs?” Adam and Noah craned to look out the back window.
Blue’s voice came again. “No. No. How about you see it my way? How about you don’t reduce me to a commodity and then, when I ask you not to, tell me it’s a compliment and I should be glad for it?” Noah’s mouth made an oooo shape. “Yeah,” Adam agreed, climbing out.
Blue stood a few feet away. She wore a big boxy T-shirt, teal shorts, combat boots, and socks that came up over her knees. Only four inches of bare skin were visible, but they were a really nice four inches.
An old man wearing a seed cap was saying, “Little lady, one day you’ll remember the days people told you that you had nice legs as a good memory.” Adam braced for the explosion. It was nails and dynamite. “Good — memory? Oh, I wish I were as ignorant as you! What happiness!

Sung, 21

“I’m wearing a long linen coat from Urban Outfitters, white boxy t-shirt from Old Navy, black slim jeans from Guess, and Nike Hurache whole black shoes. I like simple, casual, minimalist clothes, the price and the brand do not matter. It is about how you play with different kinds of clothes.”

Sep 20, 2015 ∙ Financial Distrcit
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The Raven King Countdown Meme
↳Day 4 (Favorite Blue Moment) → The Gas Station

From outside the car, Blue’s voice rose. “How would you feel if I reduced you to your legs?”
Adam and Noah craned to look out the back window.
Blue’s voice came again. “No. No. How about you see it my way? How about you don’t reduce me to a commodity and then, when I ask you not to, tell me it’s a compliment and I should be glad for it?”
Noah’s mouth made an oooo shape.
“Yeah,” Adam agreed, climbing out.
Blue stood a few feet away. She wore a big boxy T-shirt, teal shorts, combat boots, and socks that came up over her knees. Only four inches of bare skin were visible, but they were a really nice four inches.
An old man wearing a seed cap was saying, “Little lady, one day you’ll remember the days people told you that you had nice legs as a good memory.”
Adam braced for the explosion.
It was nails and dynamite. “Good—memory? Oh, I wish I were as ignorant as you! What happiness! There are girls who kill themselves over negative body image and you—”
“Is there a problem here?” Adam broke in.