One sentence fic 2015
One sentence fic 2015
Kis-My-Ft2; Nikaido/Senga, Miyata/Tamamori, Yokoo/Fujigaya, Fujigaya/Senga
360 words (total), G~R
It's with a smirk Senga tells Nikaido about the club last night, about the hot guy who was totally checking him out, and finds himself wishing that what he sees in Nikaido's eyes is jealousy.
No one makes Fujigaya cry like he does, for so many different reasons, yet he can't imagine a life without him.
And Miyata finds that the only thing harder than telling Tamamori that he loves him, is not getting the same words back when he does.
Yokoo grits his teeth, mentally glares at Fujigaya but stays relaxed on the outside; if only Fujigaya could realize that apologizing doesn't always have to mean that you were wrong.
As time passes all of Kitayama's friends seem to find that special someone, are happy together with that person; even the one that Kitayama keeps wishing was his, the one he can't tear out of his heart no matter how hard he tries.
Fujigaya wishes he didn't feel so left out, because he knows he's not; he's just too busy working to hang with the others, but being the one left behind still makes him so anxious he wants to cry and throw up at the same time.
It's not often that Fujigaya thinks more with his dick than with his brain, nowadays it only happens when Senga is dancing, music in ears and concentration fully on his own body; and it's more difficult than ever to wait until he's done, until Fujigaya can sneak after him into the shower and beg to get to fuck him.
There's nothing that Senga wouldn't let Nikaido do to him, but it's difficult to say so; Nikaido would never take it seriously, because they both know exactly what Nikaido could do to him.
A small, warm body in his arms, soft breaths against his shoulder, tiny little hands holding on to him, and the smile Fujigaya wears as he holds the baby beats everything Yokoo has ever seen.
He knows he isn't alone, knows he shouldn't feel like he is, but some nights Fujigaya just needs someone to hold him, to tell him they love him, and there is never anyone to do just that.
Kis-My-Ft2; Nikaido/Senga, Miyata/Tamamori, Yokoo/Fujigaya, Fujigaya/Senga
360 words (total), G~R
It's with a smirk Senga tells Nikaido about the club last night, about the hot guy who was totally checking him out, and finds himself wishing that what he sees in Nikaido's eyes is jealousy.
No one makes Fujigaya cry like he does, for so many different reasons, yet he can't imagine a life without him.
And Miyata finds that the only thing harder than telling Tamamori that he loves him, is not getting the same words back when he does.
Yokoo grits his teeth, mentally glares at Fujigaya but stays relaxed on the outside; if only Fujigaya could realize that apologizing doesn't always have to mean that you were wrong.
As time passes all of Kitayama's friends seem to find that special someone, are happy together with that person; even the one that Kitayama keeps wishing was his, the one he can't tear out of his heart no matter how hard he tries.
Fujigaya wishes he didn't feel so left out, because he knows he's not; he's just too busy working to hang with the others, but being the one left behind still makes him so anxious he wants to cry and throw up at the same time.
It's not often that Fujigaya thinks more with his dick than with his brain, nowadays it only happens when Senga is dancing, music in ears and concentration fully on his own body; and it's more difficult than ever to wait until he's done, until Fujigaya can sneak after him into the shower and beg to get to fuck him.
There's nothing that Senga wouldn't let Nikaido do to him, but it's difficult to say so; Nikaido would never take it seriously, because they both know exactly what Nikaido could do to him.
A small, warm body in his arms, soft breaths against his shoulder, tiny little hands holding on to him, and the smile Fujigaya wears as he holds the baby beats everything Yokoo has ever seen.
He knows he isn't alone, knows he shouldn't feel like he is, but some nights Fujigaya just needs someone to hold him, to tell him they love him, and there is never anyone to do just that.