Historias de Yumyum

I really wanted to write this oneshot book shdhwhdjd--

Just some kny groupchat

the rainbow boys are at it again!

honestly, I've been debating what to do with my life. and evidently demon Frank smut is what it is. this is basically just a re-do of the Demon Frank story I did earlier, this is probably gonna be better. tw: smut, cursing, da big gæ, average shit. probably some gore scenes as well. this is all readers POV. enjoy<3

UwU why did I make this I'm crying. Don't read this if you are allergic to hot demons. Why am I here.

Oh baby can I be your boyfriend can I /// MISC. RANT. DEATH.

Meet the four children of the elements: The earth child The wolf The maple leaf patriotic The referee They are struggling with the problems of everyday life, while still keeping in touch with their inner foodies, when someone robs their food truck

Ajayln x Readee. You and ajayln scenarios and more!

Cover art is NOT mine

This includes a lot of characters not just one! Thanks for reading, my loves!:)

Desmond died.... he had a ranch harry got it (his attracted to cows)

-ỉn̉ w̉h̉ỉc̉h̉ t̉h̉ẻ b̉ủl̉l̉ỷ f̉ảl̉l̉s̉ f̉ỏr̉ ⓎⓄⓊ. By:inmy Disclaimer: may contain uncomfortable content and triggering things like: depression, cutting, self harm, etc. Pls enjoy❤️💕 Edited Dec,27: #963 in #jungkookxreader 😮 Edited Dec,28: #957 in #jungkookxreader OoF Edited Jan,1: #25 in #yummy 😏

You ever notice how kids who grow up in the system seem older than they are? Like they've lived a hundred lives already and are just waiting for their souls to catch up. I guess that's what happens when you don't have parents to protect you from the harsh edges of life. You grow up fast or you don't grow up at all. Me? I lost my childhood innocence by age 4. That's when I realized no one was coming back for me. Once you accept you've been abandoned, something hardens inside. You stop trusting so easy. Start looking out for number one. I had to grow up quick to survive this place. Develop a humor armor to deflect the loneliness. If I didn't crack jokes, I'd have cracked up long ago. So that's why I talk like some old soul instead of the 12 year old I supposedly am. I've seen things no kid should see. Heard cries in the night from ones with memories darker than mine. Felt the gnawing ache of an empty belly too many times. You mature quick when basic needs aren't met. This is going to sound strange, but sometimes I get the feeling I don't really exist either. Like I'm just a character in someone's story. When I try to think back before the orphanage, my memories fade like a dream. Maybe this is all just a dream. Perhaps none of this is real. There's no brick building housing forgotten kids. No chapel where the nuns pray for our souls. No dark-haired boy with a wit beyond his years. That's why I'm writing to you. If you're really out there, then I exist too. Through your eyes, I become real. That's all I ask. Believe in me, so I know I existed. Maybe then I can find a way out of this void. I hear footsteps - the nuns are coming. I've said all I can say. My only hope is that you heard me. Thank you for listening. And goodbye, dear reader. Wherever, whoever you are.

Heyy!!- I am not really familiar with suna and stuff so this may be a bit bad, I'm open to suggestions so give me a dm:)- This is a sad-ish story. Triggers are in the first page- Enjoy:)

im obsessed with arataki itto if u couldn't tell.. also reader is a lil addict becuz why not And this story will be inspired by the movie thirteen

nour is anything but normal. she is the most beauty girl to walk this earth. and this is her story....

It sat there in the basket all alone in there, by itself. Its hair was rough when i picked it up. Its coarse hair in between my fingers, in was nice...

horny rats

the title says it all. (btw, love thy spaghetti) yyyyuuuummm!!!