#Ryen

[song89320]

[see]

im sorry i found that image and it said see on it and i went ohh like noel see! also im sorry.

i'm glad that a picture of spongebob's penis made you think of me. honestly it's better than nothing

[brown-bi-beautiful-reads]

The Mandatory reblog that this fic deserves every once in a while......

No matter how many times I read this I will always blush like crazy.... What a masterpiece....🤌🤌🤌

three tangerines (m) | myg

title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk​ <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno​ @chateautae​ and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!  total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est 20/11/2021 update: also posted on ao3  04/01/2022 update: ⇥ masterlist

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When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.

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[juleworm]

to anyone who read punk 57 and actually enjoyed it:

why?

[melancholy-of-nadia]

AHHHH RYEN!! You make my heart flutter with your kind words <333 YES! Me AND @daegudrama are determined to serve up great Yoonminjoon content! Thank you so much for sharing! 😭 😭

love u lately (m) | myg/pjm/knj | masterlist

series: love u lately pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; college/university au, frat! bts; best friends to lovers, smut, angst summary: In the midst of your college journey, life takes an unexpected turn when you find yourself moving into a "frat" house with your childhood best friends Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. The college experience you envisioned seems promising, but as Namjoon and Jimin get caught up in flings, their focus shifts away from you, Yoongi, and everyone else in the house. The strong bond you once shared starts to feel strained, leaving you to question your feelings and changing dynamics. Though, the haze of a single night at a party sets off a chain reaction of emotions that leaves you grappling with a question you never thought you'd ask—could you be in love with all three of them? warnings: stated in each chapter. minors dni!! mood: love u lately by LAICA - this is actually a song that plays in chapter 1 while reader is partying mlist created 2023/09/28 edited on 2023/10/30 status: ongoing 

parts (4/11 available)

➵ #1 - lavender haze smut ; 8.3k ➵ #2 - right here smut ; 6.8k ➵  #3 - pears angst ; 7.3k  ➵ #4 - sour candy smut , angst ; 12.4k ➵ #5 - home girl smut , angst ; ???? ➵ #6 - off the grid fluff , smut ; ???? ➵ #7 - tbc ;)

[kth1]

cr: @kithtaehyung

[lighthousepigeons]

Damon, about Rika: Is she crying? Is she crying?

Winter: A little.

Damon, grabbing the phone: You should be WAILING you stone cold bitch.

Will, walking in: What the hell is happening?

Winter: Damon is making me call people and tell them his dead to see how they react.

Damon: Now call Banks.

[kirstydreaming]

Gracie Ryen for Ellie Wilde

[zazikels]

welp since some of those shitty leaks turned out to be true, those rook's rest leaks are going to end up being true and from the very bottom of my heart i wish c*ndal a very never get work adapting anything again i hope by the end of this your reputation is worse than benioff's and weiss's because it's all you deserve.

[song89320]

[see]

hi

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[vasilissadragomir]

the fake fic ask game

🐝 send me a fake fic title, and I’ll make up a summary for it! "Spare" For THG

canon-divergent, in-Panem au

Two years after Ryen Mellark volunteers for his younger brother and is subsequently killed in the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta still reels from grief and guilt over his brother’s loss. Worse yet, his mother blames him for it almost as much as he blames himself, and his father has shut down completely, leaving two hands to run the bakery when, just two years ago, there had been five.

Now free from the reaping, Peeta finds himself shackled with the responsibilities of being the heir to the Mellark family business. Because with his oldest brother married off to the grocer’s only son and Ryen dead by the hand of the victor of the 74th Games, he is no longer, as his mother called him, “the spare.”

And, as she never fails to reminds him, the greatest responsibility of the heir is to carry on the bloodline. As he watches more and more of his classmates settle down, he realizes he’s running out of time to find a girl with whom to marry, to have children who very well could face the same fate as his brother.

The problem is, the only woman he has eyes for is the victor of the 74th Hunger Games herself. Katniss Everdeen, the girl whose arrow had pierced his brother’s heart. The girl whose life had meant his brother’s death.

[bennysoupp]

RAHHHH I LOVE OZMA

[mollywog]

december prompts: fairy lights (I think it's #20 alfhkdbgadfg?)

Thank you for the prompt and your patience @thelettersfromnoone!! From December Prompts by @creativepromptsforwriting

“You came,” Peeta has the door open before she sets foot on the porch. He’s wearing a relieved smile, his hair disheveled in the way it gets when he can’t stop raking his hands through it.

He’d called her at 9 pm in a panic. Three weeks ago his daughter Bree had flipped through a catalog, pointed out a fairy playhouse fort and subsequently placed it at the top of her Christmas list. His nephews had asked Santa for spears and maces, so a glorified tent seemed a reasonable enough request. Or at least it was until Bree informed him that Santa’s elves made their own toys, after he’d asked her opinion on one in the window of a store they passed.

And just like that, his easy purchase had turned into a major pain in the ass. But his daughter's faith in Santa depended on it; what choice did he have.

Now after a Pinterest board, hours of planning, several trips to the hardware and craft store, he’d made his own.

Well almost made his own.

There was nowhere to hide a fully assembled fort in his home in the days leading up, so he’d had to wait until she’d gone to bed on Christmas Eve.

He leads Katniss to the living room where the floor is a sea of mossy green and sunny yellow, “you were right, this is really a two person job.”

Beyond discussing his project with her as a friend, he had consulted her on the structural integrity of his design as an engineer. It was a little absurd; The man created installation art for a living, but she supposed he’d never made something his child would play in. Not that she minded. She loved that he included her in his and his daughter’s lives.

She shrugs off her jacket, tossing her braid over her shoulder. “It’s a burden really; being right all the time,” she deadpans. His smile falters at her words and hers follows suit. “Peeta, I’m joking. I’ve been offering for weeks to help. I’m glad you called.” She grabs his arm and gives a reassuring squeeze.

In all honesty, this is the highlight of her day; Seeing him always is, but today especially. With her parents gone, and sister abroad saving lives, there had been nothing marking today as special. She’d Skyped with Prim for a bit but mostly lounged around the apartment alone, save the cat. Tomorrow would just be another day; made worse because Christmas fell on a Monday this year and she wouldn’t even be able to have her traditional Christmas Day Chinese takeout.

“Good news! You have Santa privileges. There’s a plate of cookies, or carrots for the reindeer if you prefer that. And I forwent the milk in favor of hot chocolate when you agreed to come.” He leans in, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “I even pulled the crème de menthe out for you.”

“I accept. As long as you know I would have come even without the bribe.”

They grab cookies and adjust her drink before returning to the living room to begin the fort assembly. “How was the Mellark Christmas Eve?”

He groans.

“That good?”

“I wish you were there. It might have been bearable if I could have watched you pretend to not be annoyed. You really should have come.”

“Wow! Way to sell it. Mark me down for next year!” she says as she sorts through pieces. The last time she’d been at a Mellark event, Peeta’s sister-in-law had cornered her, and unceremoniously told her to ‘shit or get off the pot.’ She knew it was Enobaria’s way of looking out for Peeta and Bree, but Katniss had been offended by the implication.

She and Peeta had been friends as kids but lost touch when he’d gone abroad after graduation. They’d run into each other earlier this year when he’d returned to Panem with his daughter and they had slipped back into their easy friendship. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him.

He laughs, “I’m going to hold you to that.”

She sighs dramatically, “then you better give me the highlights so I know what to expect.”

“Nothing too dramatic, but you know Baria, she can be a bit…”

“Much?” She fills in.

He winces, “Is ‘intense’ a nicer adjective?”

She hums in understanding as they work together and he regales her with tales of his sister-in-laws precisely planned itinerary. “She's always been this way, it was just easier to handle in small doses. Now I’m seeing them all the time. I should offer to have Christmas Eve here next year. Then I’ll just have to deal with her disapproving glower rather than her timelines. Then we got home and it took forever to get Bree to sleep. Otherwise I would have called you sooner.”

“What? A four year old, excited for Santa and hopped up on Christmas cookies didn’t want to go to bed? That must be a first.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” They’ve completed the frame and begin draping the canvas and tulle covering over top, before crawling inside to tie it in place. She arranges the new pillows from Santa to complete the effect as Peeta strings the fairy lights. He really doesn’t need her at this point, but she’s glad he hasn’t suggested she leave.

“Alright, moment of truth! Can I get a drumroll?”

She rolls her eyes but obliges as he counts down, “3-2-1,” He flips the switch on the battery pack and the lights twinkle on, “oh thank god!” He lets out a relieved laugh, before collapsing to the floor, rolling on his back to stare up at the lights, “not too bad.”

She sinks to the ground to lay next to him. It’s a snug fit with two adults; her shoulder bumps his. “Peeta, it’s perfect. She’s going to love it.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he pulls her hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. Their hands are still clasped when he lowers them back between them.

His hands are solid and steady, like the man himself; She yawns, lacing their fingers, “you’ll have to send me pictures of her reaction.” She didn’t drink enough to be anything more than warm and tired. She tells herself she’ll just lay here for two more minutes, then head home, though she has no real desire to leave.

In her drowsy haze, she hears the clock chime; midnight.

“Merry Christmas Katniss.”

“Merry Christmas Peeta.”

[dazzlingidols]

dazzlingidols squad 2022 wrap up ↳ (½) yejisana’s favorite releases ♡

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ASOIAF Inktober Day 6 - White Walkers

“The enemy is real. It’s always been real.” - Jon Snow

Ser Ryen Dormaire, Beyond the Wall