Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Silas leaned down, kissing Aiden through the rising tide. They came together quiet, intense Silas spilling hot across Aiden’s stomach, Aiden pulsing deep inside him, bodies locked in shuddering release. They stayed tangled, breathing each other in, until the sun climbed higher and the dogs began scratching at the bedroom door again. Silas kissed Aiden’s temple. “We have a plane to catch. The kids are waiting.” Aiden smiled lazy, sated, happy. “The first cohort of the foster program. Brooklyn warehouse. Whiteboards. Laptops. Nervous teenagers who think they’re worthless.”

I should have asked her to come to play with us, but I didn’t think of that at the time. Dear journal, I got angry today because I heard Aideen call Mrs Foster ‘mom’. Aideen has a real mom, she’s just dead, but that doesn’t mean we can just replace people that pass away. They aren’t my real parents, and I won’t ever call them that. Dear journal, Jeni gave me a hug after school today. It felt nice, and I think I have a crush on her. Dear journal, Mrs Foster helped me write a letter for Jeni. Yes, a love letter. I’m asking her to be my girlfriend, so we can hold hands in class. I hope she says yes.

She quizzed, curving her mouth in a ball. “I need to stay in control. I can’t be in the same space with him, babe.” “He made me breakfast and I almost melted while eating it. I couldn’t stop imagining his face.” I stopped when she suddenly burst into laughter. “Wait, you were imagining sitting on his lap, watching him feed you bit by bit, and then he slowly grabs your neck and pushes his tongue down your throat…” “Oh my goodness! L!!” I exclaimed while she laughed even more and louder.

At me? I didn't understand what was going on, until everyone burst into laughter, everyone except the middle-aged woman. “This is Catherine, my foster mother. Mother this is…Alex, a friend,” Ethan said to the woman, a bright smile on his face. I froze. “Foster mother?” I murmured, and carefully removed my hands from him. “You have a foster mother? Is this a joke?” Catherine looked… angry? God, I wasn't sure, but the look on her face wasn't friendly either. It was then that I noticed the multiple posters on the walls. They were pictures of Ethan. In fact, on the plasma television, Ethan's signature was inscribed.

I was taken from one foster home to the other, I ran away from my first foster home because of the cruelty of my then foster mom, she used me like a maid in the house and I was made to stop schooling. I stayed in three foster homes afterwards but the last one before I met Mala was the absolute worst, my dickhead foster brother tried to rape me, he attempted it twice and I was so scared I ran away. I was sitting on a bench in the subway with my luggage on my lap, absolutely confused and dejected when a teenager sat beside me, it was mala, high spirited and sassy. She held my hands and took me home with her and that has been it ever since. "What is the matter, Ivy?" she asked gently, brushing

He said to me "I have faith in him and I trust him but I get scared sometimes. I feel like I'm nothing special to keep around for a lifetime. He's special and I'm just plain" I said to him tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. "You remind me so much of myself. I feel unwanted even now especially when I'm all alone. I have no family or friends. I rather being alone because when I was growing up, my foster parents moved around a lot. I never have time to make friends and after my foster mom died, I dropped out of highschool. I wasn't stupid or anything but I stopped going. I was so desperate for affection, for love and a little company that I even pawn myself to this guy. Um, we used to do

“I guess I got a bit carried away by the thought of having breasts.” “I'll forgive you.” “Can you feel what I'm doing with your body?” “Yes, but it feels a little distant, like I'm in the early stages of anaesthesia. I think you should forget about playing with my tits and practice being someone you aren't.” “Okay. The plan was that I would walk you over to my house. Is that still okay with you?” “Sure is, but I think you forgot some of the challenges that lie in wait for you.” “Like?”

It felt so nice to actually have someone choose me for once in my life. I just watched as the other two girls turned tail and all but ran in the opposite direction. "I really didn't miss this place." I sighed as he pulled away from me, taking my hand once more as we started towards the exit once more. "I'm honestly surprised that I haven't been asked for money from my foster family yet. No one here cares about anything outside of their own gains, and it's seriously exhausting." I told him, and he just nodded. Eventually, we made it back through the gates and out into the field where Bane and Nova shifted back into their larger forms. They moved further out into the clearing, curling together

Couldn’t they continue to act as they did before this whole mess? “I can make some time for my future wife and her family,” he carried on with the teasing, but Florence didn’t like it. It sounded fake, as it should. They were faking their relationship, so why should he sound any different? She was already allowing herself to imagine things, to dream about a future she’d never have with him. “Okay, so can you come over tonight?” she suddenly asked. She didn’t want to postpone it for an entire week. Florence was sure it would distract her during work time and she wasn’t in the mood for it. The sooner the better.

I pressed my cheek against her forehead, squeezing her closer to me. “Take your time, Rhea,” I muttered into her hair. “Take all the time in the world.” “I . . .” Rhea started, unsure of where to begin. She took a deep, steadying breath. What was she about to say that she needed to take that big of a calming breath? “The foster homes I’ve been in were horrible. I had to avoid one foster father who was trying to harass me sexually. I was young, too young. And he was my foster father! He had no right to treat me that way! I was a kid, damn it. A child.”