Aibakaneesh Fanfiction

*Currently FunHaus Trash* Somewhere to keep my fics seperate from my normal blog which is @collineesh

[aibakaneesh]

Both Of Them: here at ao3

Stranger Things fic Steve/Jonathan/Nancy fic

Maybe it has something to do with the brush with death. Steve never considered himself a philosophical man, but when faced down with his own mortality he’s decided to be a little less of an asshole and more content to follow what his heart wants.

Apparently his heart wants Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byer.

[aibakaneesh]

Lawrence owned a ‘79 transporter oh my God I have a need for funhaus road trip/hipster trash au

[aibakaneesh]

A SBGC Scenario:

Bruce and James convince everyone to go Ding-Dong-Ditching. 

Adam and Lawrence think it is completely Childish and “No sirs I am having no part in this good day.” “These anime titties ain’t gonna watch themselves!”

Joel and Spoole are happy to hold hands in the bushes and watch the other boys  have their fun.

Matt, surprisingly, gets the most into it. Army crawling under windows and action-rolling up to the door step.

[aibakaneesh]

I wrote this a very long time ago and I still like it and reading back over it I think it fits well enough for SBGC. So here is a little Valentine’s Day present from ya bone daddy and never forget how much I love you all. <3

PS: it’s generic on purpose. I’m curious who everyone imagines. Send me a message or leave it in tags!

The lot wasn’t very big. It was about half an acre, give or take a few yards. It was closed in on three sides, and most of a fourth, by tall hedges and privacy fences. The only gap in the wall led down a shaded alley, again bordered on both sides by high fences. At one time, a house must have stood in the lot with the alley as its graveled front drive, but the suburb that sprung up around it choked it until it died. Now all that stood of the house was a cracked concrete slab that was the foundation and was now mostly covered in grass and moss. The alley was overgrown with weeds, but a worn path down the middle remained. The lot became a favorite playspot for the neighborhood’s children. Forgotten balls and bats and mitts lay about in the grass and the old foundation was coated in faded chalk. That’s where you lay, stretched out on that multicolored concrete, staring up at the sky. And it’s Blue, not blue. Blue like you’ve never seen. Bright and so beautiful that it almost hurts to know how far away it is. How out of reach it seems. How hopeless and lonely it seems, way up there and you are stuck down here. Now and then, small puffs of marshmallow clouds float across its grand face and you watch them, head not moving, but eyes tracking their dances until they disappear behind a fence. It’s after watching one such cloud that a shadow falls over you. You look up and find him standing over you. He’s got sunglasses on, so you can’t see his eyes, but his eyebrow is quirked up and a smile plays at the corner of his lips. “Are you ready to go? The movie starts in half an hour.” He must have seen the disappointment flash across your face because he drops his keys and plops onto the ground beside you. He lays back and catches your eye. “There’s another show at nine if you’d rather go to that one.” You smile and scoot closer to him, resting your head on the arm he offers as he bends his other arm behind his own. The two of you used to play here as kids. But, you muse, you still are kids. You are kids and it’s summer and the days seem so long but August is rushing toward you at lightning speed. He is two years older than you and is getting ready for his first year of college while you’re stuck back in high school and it hardly seems fair. He chose a university just downtown so you could still see each other whenever you wanted but an ugly part of you wants him to attend class in your living room so you never have to part. “What are you thinking about?” he asks. “Nothing,” you whisper. The two of you have talked about his imminent departure time and time again and you don’t want to bring it up again. “I haven’t been back here in ages,” he says. He pulls his cap, a stupid black thing that you bought him years ago, over his already shaded eyes and settles back again. “I just thought of it while I was waiting for you and I really wanted to come here.” “I’m surprised it isn’t crawling with kids.” “It was until a little while ago. Your ugly face must have scared them away.” “You’re a brat,” he says but he tugs you closer so your head rests on his chest. You’re sad that your view of the sky is limited. Instead, you find your gaze wandering along the long grass that has grown unchecked. A bird flutters down, not too far from where you lay, and begins to peck at the cracks in the concrete. You watch it and think that you understand how it feels. Searching for something just out of reach. Trying so hard take what should be yours. “Now what are you thinking about?” You laugh, loud and sudden. It scares the bird away and you feel the knot in your chest loosen and fly away with it. “Nothing,” you tease. “You’re being too weird today.” He rubs a hand down your back and you cuddle closer. “I’m just happy.” As the words leave your lips, you realize how correct they are. You are happy. You’re happy you are here. You’re happy he is here. You’re happy you both are here. In the hidden lot where you first met on a warm, midsummer day just like this one. When an older kid pushed you out of the way in his mad haste to make it to second base while you were chasing a butterfly. You collided with him and he laughed at you for being clumsy and teased you for crying at his words. You were only five at the time and old wounds were soon forgotten when he shared a half-melted chocolate bar with you on the exact spot the two of you were now laying. The two of you stop talking and just enjoy the late afternoon sun in silence. His arm around your waist starts to loosen and you know he’s fallen asleep. You don’t bother to wake him up. You rest your ear over his heart and close your own eyes. The slow thumping lulls you to sleep. When you wake, it’s to the shrieking of children and the barking of a small dog. You jerk awake and find that you’re curled in his lap. He must have woken up and moved you. The lot is alive with children again, now that the sun has set and lightning bugs are twinkling in the grass like fallen stars. You stand up and offer a hand to him. You yank him to his feet and you head to the gap in the fence, his hand still warm around yours. “If we hurry we can still make the movie.” You say this, but you are distracted by a bug that flies close to your nose. You turn and watch it fly off while he pulls you along behind him. He stops and you bump into him. He laughs and grabs you around the waist, lifting you a few inches off the ground and spinning you around. He tosses you to the grass of the alley and grins down at you. “We can go tomorrow. You’re too distracted tonight.” You would argue, but that pesky bug is back and you scramble to your feet to chase it. You manage to trap it in your hands and you peek at it. He grabs your wrists and brings your cupped hands down so you both can see. You uncurl your fingers and after a few seconds, the glowing bug takes flight again. It flies straight into his face and lands on the brim of his hat. You lean in to brush it away but he leans in for a different reason entirely. His lips are soft against your own and you smile into the kiss. It’s short and sweet and perfect, you think as you pull away. His eyes seem to mirror your thoughts and you can’t help but kiss him again. He takes your hand in his again and leads you down the long alley. He catches your forlorn glance back and promises to bring you back tomorrow.

[aibakaneesh]

Just a reminder that people who want to keep contact with me can follow me at my main blog, Collineesh. I’ll be active there. Look forward to RT posts, shitposting, and a lot of Kdramas.

Also you can always message me here. I’ll still be checking my messages and askbox! I’m not leaving tumblr or anything, just not participating in SBGC right now. <3

[hausofgreene]

in regards to things, and a vacation of sorts

first, I’d like to start by saying thanks to everyone who’s sent me nice things while I was away. and sorry if I’ve liked something you’ve done and haven’t reblogged it yet, don’t worry I’m getting around to it. 

I know the fandom is in a weird place right now; our baby bird is leaving to spread his wings, to go home and be happy and I’m so happy for him with every fiber of my crippled soul. don’t think him leaving fh means that he’ll be gone from our lives, and just like Ray before him, we’ll still include him in everything we do.

as far as SBGC is concerned, he’s not going anywhere. he’s a main pillar of this au, and he’ll be here until this au dies. 

now, for the not so uplifting news.

not many of you know this, but I haven’t been doing so good lately; you guys get the tip of the iceberg, with the lack of communication and content production. my close friends, the ones who I keep in contact with on a (mostly) daily basis, know the full extent of things.

to keep things as light as I can: I’ve struggled with depression for a number of years, mostly stemming from domestic/sexual violence and the traumatic divorce of my parents. when I say that the characters I’ve created all carry a part of me, I mean it in a very literal way. 

in addition, the past couple of years have brought back the eating disorder I thought I’d squished years ago, and those two things combined with the stress from work and the lesser stress of writing for this fandom, have escalated into feelings and emotions that I sometimes wonder if I’m strong enough to push through.

this isn’t a goodbye, think of it as a vacation for me. the au isn’t going away, y’all are more than capable of producing content while I’m away. I’ll probably pop in from time to time, I’ll be keeping up with the tags and everything you guys do. if there’s an emergency, you can still reach out to me or any of the big players in the au. 

but I need a break. I need time to heal myself before I fall apart. 

I love you all, and I’ll see you later. be good. stay safe. 

[aibakaneesh]

Amazing because I was just about to type up something similar.

I thought writing for sbgc was helping me visualize and manage my issues. Self harm. Insomnia. Anorexia. Suicidal thoughts. But over the last month I've realized that all I had been doing was glorifying them. I found a space that made it seem romantic. Like someone would come along and kiss it all better.

Luckily I have found someone who can do these things. But real life is not fiction. I have realized I was harming us both by allowing myself to wallow in a dark place.

I still adore every one of you and hope you'll still keep in contact, but for now I need to extend this break until I know I am healthy.

And aimee, mama I love you so much and I hope you realize that I'm always here for you. We can do this together.

[hausofgreene]

so I was thinking of your little group right and I'm meme trash and love you so: Aimee- looks like she could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll Penelope- looks like she could kill you, could actually kill you Colleen- looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll Kelly- looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you (she's not really a writing part of this au but I had to finish the meme lol I hope she doesn't mind) sry I just had to share!

this is fucking adorable and i love it, girls look! @queen-willems @aibakaneesh @lovefromkelly

[aibakaneesh]

NO I AM DEATH INCARNATE I AM HELLFIRE I RAIN DESTRUCTION UPON THE LANDS INDISCRIMINATELY. :’(

[ragehappy-haus-deactivated20210]

Art (Switchblades and Gym Class AU)

Based on @hausofgreene​‘s switchblades and gym class au

Synopsis: It’s no secret to anyone that Bruce is an artist. He doesn’t just enjoy the act of creating art, but it’s almost as if the boy is art. He eats, breathes, and lives art. He finds it in everything, to the way his cereal pieces arrange in the warming milk of his bowl to the sunset colored bruises on his knuckles and knees.

Relationship(s): FHOT7 (Bruce/Peake centric)

when bruce wakes up, he’s not surprised to find that the sun is already well into its journey through the sky. it seems to him that all he does these days is sleep and he knows it’s not good. not for him, not for his boys, not anyone really. except maybe his parents; more sleep meant he wasn’t around to annoy them with his presence anymore than usual. 

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[hausofgreene]

switchblades and gym class au >> fakehaus >> elyse “wildflower” willems

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold, Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers cause you’ll never take the blame like me?

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[hausofgreene]

by a show of hands (or likes whatever) who wants like… 14 days of valentines themed sbgc fics?

[hausofgreene]

morning reblog to spread the news

also i’m almost at 400 so expect something whenever that happens

[aibakaneesh]

Sos

[aibakaneesh]

aimee: i have made sbgc Spoole

fandom: you fucked up a perfectly good youtuber is what you did. look at it. it's got anxiety

[deeleteme]

because killemses, that’s why. 

[fakesaph-blog]

between the lines

(I’m working on an actual fic but this headcanon came out so have it. Warnings for sexual violence and a character with a learning disability. fhot7 w/ a good dose of ruvic because why the hell not.)

sbgc Adam who struggles with dyslexia. Who has no parents to advocate getting him help, so he either spends hours trying to get through the reading and understand it or flubs the homework, hopes for the best, and is occasionally given a pity B-. As usual, it’s his boys who are there for him.

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[3plymike]

Gotta make em laugh so they forget you ugly

[brbgottagoread]

Me: *gets anxiety making a phone call* Also me: *feels completely at ease and downright cheerful wandering around unfamiliar city with only vague knowledge of how to get to where I’m going*

[pnkdmp-deactivated20210512]

Switchblades and Gym Class - Purgatory 

This moment changes everything The course of blood within your veins A stranger’s form, your skeleton See the bones glow as they break free

AU created by @hausofgreene