#noah cerny

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Kinda half assed this but she doesnt look happy lmao, maybe a dinner date w Gansey? ooh or maybe shes meeting his parents?? either way its Ganseys fault somehow 

I used fresh paint and imported the original edit, used the sketch effect and then coloured over the top and changed a few things, i.e. the dress. 

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Gangsey hugs.

I was thinking about how they all need and deserve hugs, and then this happened. 

Enjoy <3 And prompt me Raven Cycle stuff! :) ♥

Gansey’s hugs are genuine and generous. 

Gansey’s hugs, true hugs from him, are just as much for the other person as they are for himself. He asks for consent most of the time. Gansey’s hugs are warm summer breezes, unobstrusive cologne, warmth after a long day, comfort after a long year, reassurance when it’s needed and unconditional affection.

Blue’s hugs are pure joy. 

They are running and jumping into open arms, they are her own arms wrapped around her boys’ necks, they are her face buried in hard, warm chests which she’s eye-level with. They are soft and cute, like her, smelling like bubble gum and herbal tea, and at the same time fierce, also like her. 

Ronan’s hugs seem impossible until they are not. 

Ronan’s hugs are more frequent than one would think. They’re heavy and firm and full of strength, a bit defiant. And at the same time, they’re tender. Long fingers tangling in hair, nose pushed into the crook of a shoulder, stubbles rubbing over skin. They are needy, so needy, asking for affection.

Adam’s hugs are tentative. 

Adam’s hugs mean giving something away at first. Then, gradually, they become taking something for himself, allowing himself to take what he needs from others. They’re feeling his friends’ heartbeats against his chest and against his neck, inhaling deeply and memorizing everyone’s scent. They’re breaking away after a while because it gets too much, but then going back in. 

Noah’s hugs are memories. 

They’re cold like fall nights, but they’re sweet. They are wrapping himself around his friends, jumping on their back. They are meaningful, because they mean he can feel their hearts light up and make him remeber how his own heart used to do that. 

Henry’s hugs are encompassing. 

They’re pulling someone close by their shirt and holding them until they can’t stop laughing. They’re a bit too much cologne and hair product. They happen from all angles, and at every possible opportunity. They’re hair-ruffling and playful butt-slapping and back rubs and shoulder patting. They’re looking for reassurance and trying to make everyone happy. 

Group hugs are a thing.

These are special, and reserved for certain times. They’re accompanied by messages, by silent declaration of friendship and love, by emotional support and warmth.

They’re fixing each on and holding on to each other. They’re proof that their constellation still exist in the night sky. They’re roots of trees tangling together and growing a whole new forest, branches reaching for the stars.

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I can’t stop making bfu memes

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the raven boys as the ghoul boys

Gansey

Blue

Ronan

Adam

Noah

Henry

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The Gangsey cuddling Noah! so cuuteee - prompt me

Aw, this is SUCH a cute prompt, and it totally turned into a Gangsey group cuddle session. Enjoy :)

Still taking prompts, guys! <3

Monmouth Manifacturing has a couch now. Not just any couch, a glorious, enormous thing which Blue calls “beautiful” while Gansey optimistically calls it “charming”. No matter how aesthetically pleasing it is (or not), one thing is for sure: it’s damn comfortable.

It’s wide, wit fluffy pillows, and allows all of them to curl up on it at once. They watch movies like this, on sundays.

Gansey sprawls out on one end, and Adam on the other; Ronan usually drapes himself over whoever is already sitting down just to be a nuisance, and Blue loves to sit where she doesn’t belong: perched on the backrest, for example, until Gansey pulls at her leg or Ronan pushes her over.

Sometimes, Noah will join.

Noah loves the couch, probably more than any of them, because couch time means cuddles for Noah, and Noah loves cuddles.

“You’re all too far apart.”, he says, materializing in front of them suddenly, hands on his hips. “Noah!”, Blue yelp, partly startled, but mostly excited. Then, the next moment, the ghost boy materializes from in front of them to the middle of the couch. “Jesus fucking Christ, Noah.” Ronan, whose nose is buried in Adam’s shoulder, looks up. Noah gives him a cheery smile and stretches his hands out on either side of himself. “Come here, please…” 

They exchange quick glances. Noone can say no to Noah, and so they end up shuffling around, rearranging their limbs, until Ronan and Blue are left and right of Noah, with Gansey and Adam respectively behind them. Gansey buries his face in Blue’s shoulder (and maybe a little bit in her boobs. Just a little. He can’t help it; they’re so soft.) and Blue stretches out her arms, one curled around Gansey, the other one around Noah, one side warm, the other cold. 

Noah gives a happy noise. “You’re soft.”, he cooes in delight. Blue snorts. “Thanks, I guess.” 

 “Ronan’s not soft.”, Noah continues, his voice, as always, slightly aloof. 

Ronan snorts on his other side. “Well, sorry I don’t have boobs.” 

“It’s fine.”, Noah replies and rolls to his other side, pressing his face into Ronan’s neck for a moment, “…you smell nice, though.” 

That shuts Ronan up. Blue and Gansey watch with smiles as Adam, behind Ronan, grins and leans in to sniff at Ronan’s neck as well. “Noah’s right.” 

“Oh my god, is Ronan blushing?”, Blue teases with a giggle. Gansey grins. “I think he is.”, he replies, and then ducks his head so Ronan’s hand misses him. 

“No!”, Noah whines and his presence flickers, “No, be nice!” The temperature between them drops, and immediately, Ronan pulls his hand back. 

Noah gives a little whine and flickers again. Blue tentatively reaches out for him. “Noah…?”

He closes his eyes for a moment, and when Blue’s hand settles on his shoulder, he steadies again. 

“Noah…”, Gansey props himself up on one elbow behind Blue, and this is Dad Gansey, the caring friend who wants the best for his friends, and only the best, who cares so much. Noah’s eyes open. 

“Come here.”, Gansey quietly urges. 

“Between us.”, Blue adds, and pulls at Noah’s shoulders. 

Ronan and Adam watch from the sidelines, Adam’s hand gently trailing over Ronan’s stomach, up and down, a soft, affectionate touch which Ronan lets happen. 

With a flicker, Noah materializes between Gansey and Blue. Blue turns, wrapping herself around Noah from behind while Noah presses his face into Gansey’s chest. Gansey stretches his arm to wrap it around both Noah and Blue. 

Gansey curls his fingers in Ronan’s and Adam’s direction, almost making grabby hands as Blue and Noah snuggle together in his arms. “Come here?”, he asks. Ronan turns to look at Adam. Adam nudges him and they come to some sort of silent agreement. 

They break apart, and it’s good that the couch is so huge, because like this, Adam can just crawl around the threeway cuddle pile and settle behind Gansey, while Ronan moves to press himself against Blue from behind. She hums happily and tips her head back.

“You really do smell nice, Lynch.”

“And you really are soft, maggot.”

Adam fits in right behind Gansey, knees hooking behind Gansey’s so they’re perfectly spooning. Gansey’s shoulders are less broad or hard or tattooed than Ronan’s, and his scent is less prominent, more subtle, elegant aftershave and expensive soap. 

Adam gently puts his hand over Gansey and on Noah’s hips. Ronan’s hand joins his a moment later, and their fingers tangle. 

“This is very nice.”, Noah says. His voice is muffled by Gansey’s polo shirt. 

Everyone hums in agreement. Then, a comfortable silence falls over them.