Fic rec - but i've got an angry heart

Title: but I’ve got an angry heart

Author: newamsterdam

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Bakugou/Kirishima

Warnings: mental health issues, self-hatred/self-destructive behavior, minor violence

Other notes: AU, no powers, college, roommates, character study, hurt/recovery

Length: 40k

Summary: 

He’s about to open his door to go to the shared bathroom on this floor when he notices the scrap of paper that’s been pushed under his door. It’s a salmon-colored flashcard, the type that’s sold in 500-packs with multiple colors. Bakugou stoops to retrieve it, frowning at the message he finds written on it.

Hey neighbor, welcome to the house! I heard you knocking things around, yesterday, and I think you maybe punched a wall? Anyway, the landlady gets pissy if you put holes in the wall, but I have a punching bag! You can come over and use it, or I can move it into the hall, if you want!

There’s only one other bedroom on the fourth floor. Now, Bakugou crosses the hall to the bedroom on the right side, slamming the post-it note against the door.

Fuck off and die, it reads.

Bakugou Katsuki is not going to jeopardize his future a second time, and that means staying away from anyone who gets too close. Kirishima Eijirou has never learned how not to be close to someone. Of course, they end up as next-door neighbors.

 

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Originally posted on pillowfort on 01/25/19

Fic rec - here's to the glory still to be

Title: here’s to the glory still to be

Author: foxfireflamequeen

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice

Rating: R (maybe NC-17?)

Pairing: Victor/YuuriK, Victor/YuriP

Warnings: some sex (gay), sexting, temporary breakup

Other notes: de-aging fic, friendship, social media, sports and competition, art included, melancholy, magical realism

Length: 12k

Summary:

“Hi,” says Viktor, smile bright and camera-ready. His hand, when he extends it, is small and delicate. “I think you know who I am, but we haven’t met.”

His accent is very thick, very Russian in a way Yuri has never heard before. He looks from the offered hand to Viktor’s face, barely an inch higher, and tracks his hair, long and pale and spilling over his shoulders. He can’t be older than, well, Yuri.

“No,” says Yuri. “We haven’t.”

 

 

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Originally posted on pillowfort on 01/25/19