14 Works by paperlighthouse
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plants grow just like humans. each varies, each has their own needs to survive.
hinata needs sun. a warmth and light that inspires worship, burning heat and gentle rays, sweat dripping down his back, evaporating water where it puddles under him.
tsukkishima needs water. a steady lap at his shore tugged by the moon’s changes, a density that grows with depth, soaking up information, absorbing light when sunbeams strike him.
"i meant, the sun and the moon are different." he looks up at the stars. "they’re not opposites. plus, both are needed for the world to work, so why try to contrast them so bad.”
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They’re pushed together by their parents like the coast and the shore, meeting in a messy, itchy puddle, imprints on both their knees. Kenma cries until his mother bends down and picks him, bouncing him on her hip and wiping his cheeks. Kuroo stands curious, looking up at the other boy with unblinking eyes.
“Kenma is a little shy. Can you be patient with him?”
Kenma sniffles his snot back into his throat. He peers down at him with yellow eyes.
“I can.”
Alternatively, Kenma and Kuroo grow up.
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when it's over by paperlighthouse for darling, bellamees
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
17 Apr 2020
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yoongi learns about loss, love, and life (and how they don't differ much)
inspired by eden's "end credits"
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“With Hyunjin. We messed up on an observation. You know the rest.”
Seungmin chokes, “Maybe I’ll end up like that too.”
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- Part 2 of TIME
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Jisung and Jeongin unknowingly crush on each other every Tuesday and Thursday at 10:20 AM.
inspired by clairo’s “hello”
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only say that i want you ('cause it's what i'm used to) by paperlighthouse
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
11 Mar 2020
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Jisung never thought "I love you" could feel like a mudslide. Feet slipping, house moving, trees crashing; a tidal wave of a world changing shift drenching him in grainy dirt. Hand prints staining his face, his knees, his waist. Hacking up earth and scorpions, crying onto little saplings that curl pitifully in the dark as they yellow. Looking for water to scrub his skin but all he can find are dried pine needles and ivy. The echo of the woods hollowing his gut. A circle of redwoods trapping him in.
inspired by sasha sloan’s “faking it”
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- Part 3 of spotify shuffle @ 3am (song fic collection)
- Part 3 of I NEED U
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reaching out for someone i can't see by paperlighthouse
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
24 Feb 2020
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“Hey.” A voice says towards the door of the room though it hadn’t actually opened. Yoongi hums, feigning disinterest while he watches their boy flip to a different page of the test. Good. He switches to look down at his neatly trimmed nails. Two of Namjoon’s wings brush against his side playfully. “You don’t have to pretend you’re not a puddle of goo and sugar around Taehyung.”
Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest, neither affirming or denying the statement. His feline ears flick forward as Taehyung stands.
(or, namgi are taehyung’s angels)
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- Part 1 of aren’t we all lost stars
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The two witches look each other up and down. Minho’s wearing rainboots with little ladybugs dotting them and jean shorts that makes his knees look extra rosy in the candle light. Jisung has raggedy, light wash jeans with a “Not Today Satan” patch on his left ass cheek. Minho’s glasses are fogging with his breath and are dotted with the rain falling down. Jisung is really hoping Minho is staring at the patch on his jeans and not horribly disgusted that his jeans are sliding off his non-existent ass.
“You come here often?”
Or, Jisung officially meets Minho when he’s elbows deep into a grave at midnight.
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“You won’t leave me, will you?”
Minho watches him. Blankly, void. Brambles of moon flowers grow, constricting his throat. Travel down to wrap around his heart, enter arteries just to mess with him. Minho reaches for him, hands hanging in the air. Chan slides across the sheets to wrap his arms around his lover. Fire licks at the thorns, soothes over the bleeding of his singing veins in a way only scarring can. He presses his nose to Minho’s neck, and breathes in the smoke.
inspired by beabadoobee’s “disappear”
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- Part 2 of spotify shuffle @ 3am (song fic collection)
- Part 2 of I NEED U
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“Sungie, did you fall off your bed again?” Chan’s worried voice echoed through the walls. A tightness squeezed around Jisung’s chest, and his hands automatically began searching for the feminine colored bottles of nail polish. God, where did he—
He jumped off the bed, pulling his comforter off his bed entirely, shaking the blanket like a mad man. “No, no, no, nooo.” He whined to himself, searching under his pillows even though he knew it wouldn’t be there.
He swung the upper half of his body over the side of the bed just in the slightest chance the nail polish bottle hadn't fallen through the portal into Chan's space already. The floor under his bed remained bunnyingly dusty with no hidden secrets in sight. "Shit," he whimpered as the blood rushed to his head.
Or, Jisung's been putting off coming out, but then he lets it slip. Literally.
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Here he is on a place clearly not his home, but so similar he can’t help feeling like he’s assimilated. A planet that’s a home to so many about to be destroyed. Subconsciously he knows it will be fine. That this battle probably won’t even happen with the data they collect today, and the next round if they have to retry before Chris enters. Changbin is yelling something at him. His mouth is moving widely, his hair swishing as he looks over his shoulder then back at him.
“—go now, Seungmin! We need to go now!”
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- Part 1 of TIME
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Hands that are small enough to feel like another’s. Mouth that’s soft enough to pretend it takes like saltwater. Sand dollar masks that mist pours through. The curves of Minho’s body are too soft to feel like sea cliffs, but he can pretend. Close his eyes, pretend the telescope that’s peering down at him isn’t the barrel of a gun.
inspired by halsey's "eyes closed"
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- Part 1 of spotify shuffle @ 3am (song fic collection)
- Part 1 of I NEED U
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there’s a man that write for the school’s advice column. he goes by “suga plum”. he gives advice to people’s problems. on monday he picks his first question. something light and more common, usually love advice or homesickness. on tuesdays he picks the second question. something deeper, more specific that touches on a darker tone. finally, on wednesdays he picks the last question. something that will be answered in a more positive light; that grounded the reader.
so on monday, yoongi puts his kettle on the stove, sets his mug on the counter with a dry teabag, and waits for the water to boil.
or, the one where yoongi writes a column and taehyung takes photos. the one where they each learn that maybe they don't need to define everything.
- Language:
- English
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- Chapters:
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- Kudos:
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Yoongi likes to weave crowns from daisies and dandelions with his boys. The kind that had been called weeds, the kind the older and bigger kids had abandoned.
Frequently, their peers could be seen emerging over the top of the sharp tipped fence stolen, uprooted roses and lilies in hand. They are met with muffled cheers, muffled from Yoongi and his boys’ distance from all of the others.
Yoongi snorts softly, wistfully.