6 Works by fae_fire
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When he had been new to ballet, his mother gifted him a music box, the one with the tiny ballerino that spins when he opens it. It doesn’t play music anymore, nor does it move quite like it used to, but he still keeps. He opens it once in a while, whenever he needs a reminder of how far he’s come.
In many ways, he feels like he is that tiny ballerino, spinning in one spot, unable to move differently from what has been intended. Happy that he is able to perform and dance ballet, a career he has chosen for himself when he was six, but that is what he is (all he is).
A tiny ballerino spinning in one spot.
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Miya Osamu has never even considered having an omega before.
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White Day is the day omegas give chocolates to their alphas.
Tsukki makes a strawberry shortcake for himself.
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Fuck Yamaguchi for telling him that he has a type – that Sakusa and Bokuto are exactly his type. Fuck him because of all things, why does his type have to be strong volleyball players?
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Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Junmyeon, and Jongdae formed a pregnancy support group. It started with Jongdae. Though, actually, it started with Minseok who had the brilliant idea that Jongdae should hang out with other pregnant carriers since he felt rather alone when they were expecting with their first child. It’d be nice to be close to people who could connect to you, you know?
Bekhyun demanded they be named something on their first quote-official-unquote meeting. Cutie Carriers Coop., he had insisted.
Jongdae was nice enough not to point out that it sounded like they were a bunch of chickens.
Junmyeon thought it was clever to have the same first letters for the name.
Kyungsoo was too distracted by the red velvet crinkles cream cheese sandwich type thing on the table to care.
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Sehun huffs, the beginning of a laugh, but the more he looked at Kyungsoo, the more his demeanour changed. He sat up straight, irises shaking as they look into Kyungsoo’s.
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. He fiddles with the lips of his paper cup. “The most logical answer would be to try and take those chances…” he pauses, “but if we were really meant to be, then why didn’t we get together in the first place?”
Kyungsoo scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t know? Maybe you never got to say you love him because you were too afraid to, and then next thing you know, he’s already going out with someone else, they’re engaged, and then three years later, you’re the groomsman to his wedding.”