What do you do if you're a street kid, living off of, well, the streets and surviving only by mere chance? You get a gun and threaten the first random adult you come across into serving as your parent, ap-parent-ly (haha). Xisuma was not expecting to be backed into a corner by an avian boy, let alone be threatened into babysitting said boy, when he was returning home from work. Well, it's not that bad of an arrangement. Alternate title: "local street kid adultknaps random adult" or: au where street kid Parrot kidnaps innocent, voidwalker Xisuma to be his new father figure

Tommy stopped caring a long time ago. He stopped hoping for somehting better, because there was nothing better for him. So he lives, because he refuses to die, and for no other reason. He refuses to be the kid who lost to the foster system. So he fights, just simply to live. He stopped caring so long ago. So here he is. Relying on nothing and no one, and certainly not hope, but refusing to die. He knows it will never get better, but he doesn't have the energy to bother caring. He knows Dream is not better, but he tells Puffy he will be fine, because he will be. He has to be. MAIN TWs: Su!cide, Blood, SH, @buse, de@th, alcohol/drugs, anxiety, depression, and more Please read the trigger warnings before each chapter, but these ones will be spread throughout it, if you don't feel comfortable reading about these things, please don't! Make sure you are in a safe state before reading this. ⚠️Coverpage art is not mine!⚠️ please credit the creator if you know who they are! Thank you! ❗️unless clearly stated that they are romantic partners (eg. Sally and Wilbur), its platonic❗️ Discord server to talk about this fic: https://discord.gg/VTpwj6DqeF

Grian always bursts into their little, cozy attic right before things can go terribly wrong. Like that one time Ranboo had wanted to cook dinner. Tommy is pretty sure Grian had been asleep at the time of the occasion, judging by how messed up his blond hair was, yet he ran up two floors -four sets of stairs, fifteen steps each- and then burst through the door with a shout of "NO, DON'T DO IT!!!". It had been an eventful night that one, ending with a scolding and a very much grounded Ranboo. Which is weird, because Grian isn't Ranboo's parent, he is just their neighbor. And, at this point, it's just the norm for Grian to know what they are up to. The trio's theory is that the avian has a sixth sense or something. "Oh, hey Tommy and Tubbo!" Grian greets as he bends to pick up the fallen, heavy-looking boxes. "You're looking chipper today. Work went well, I'm guessing?" "Oh, Hell yeah! We mugged a guy!" "You did what-" Or: In which fic we explore the way Benchtrio can bring death and destruction to an innocent city, cause chaos and endear themselves to heroes and villains alike. Very fluffy, very crack-y. Or, or: In which Tommy is a raccoon, Tubbo is a bee and Ranboo is a very exhausted enderman --------------------- Inspired by teacupi's "TommyInnit's Guide To Being A (Highly Successful) Wingman" on ao3! (Seriously, if you haven't read that already, go check it out!)

Tommy comes from a long line of highly respected superheros, His father, and even two older brothers are classified as the top heroes in England.... but sadly, due to Tommy's own powers - he hardly ever sees them. Soon he realised that the only way to make them notice or even acknowledge him anymore, was to become a villain and shockingly: he is good at it. Safe to say, family dinners suddenly became the most amusing part of the week.

!Art not mine! Cover Art belongs to rama-blus on Tumblr ____ "Tommy, what's marri-age?" asked Ranboo. "Marriage? It's a union of two people who deeply care about each other" replied Tommy, struggling to gain balance. "Huh" huffed Ranboo, as he looked down at his book in hand. "You wanna get married?" he asked. "Heh?" Aka Osmp! Allium Duo are getting platonically hitched & it shall be epic

The bench trio have a problem, three to be exact. One had wings, one has a really persuasive voice, and the other one is just very, very scary. Can Wilbur, techno and the Bench Trio stop the pressing evil trying to worm its way into society or will the Mastermind get their way..? (Quite fast paced btw)) TW death and badly written vilence No update schedule :)

The Bench Trio, TommyInnit, Tubbo_, and Ranboo Beloved live in District 17, one of the poorer districts on the outskirts of L'Manburg, a major city in the large country of Dream SMP. In District 17, crime isn't rare and is in fact very common. What will the Bench Trio do in response to this? &$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$& GO CHECK OUT @_KatPat_ 'S BOOK SHE MAKES AMAZING ARTTTTT- https://www.wattpad.com/story/305157011-my-art-dump Also, the cover of this book was made by them :D &$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$& OH!! AND ALSO BEFORE YOU LEAVE! You have heard it so many times before, so say it with me! Only a small percentage of people who read my stories are actually following me so if you enjoy this story, please consider following, it's free and you can always unfollow later. Thanks!!! ♥ (Psst. Also vote please too. Thanks!! 💜💜💜💜 now enjoy the story! :])

( One of the robbers rushed towards the two boys only to be stopped by a dart to the abdomen. He promptly collapsed and started writhing on the ground, shouting profanities. "What the hell- what the fuck are in those?" Torpedo stared at Tommy incredulously. "Ink." Tommy smiled. "Dude- that could kill someone-" "Oh. Oops." ) In which Tommy is a vigilante who works as a barista with his best friends, who aren't even aware of his secret hobby. Unbeknownst to Tommy, his friends have secrets as well. ‼️THIS IS ENTIRELY PLATONIC‼️