#*ugly laughter*

[rayshippouuchiha]

Ray, just saw this. My first reaction was “well no shit.”

[fluffmugger]

[kaar-ne]

This roast...

[balladofthesadcat]

“Why wipe half the universe when you can impregnate it?”

...

KILL. ME. NOW.

[katzuyas]

carry on, darling, we were built to last

"Why do you smell like cotton candy?"

Yuuri frowned, pulling away from the hug Victor had engulfed him in as soon as he stepped inside their flat. His nose wrinkled as he sniffed at Victor who, true to Yuuri's word, smelled heavily of cotton candy: sickly sweet and overpowering. It wasn't bad per se, it was just different and something that Yuuri – as used to Victor's natural scent and his various kinds of cologne as he was after almost two years of living with him – recognized immediately.

Victor only grinned.

"I got this new laundry detergent, so now we can both smell like cotton candy! Isn't this great?"

Yuuri wasn't so sure it was, but seeing the delighted twinkle in Victor's eyes he couldn't deny him this small pleasure. So he smiled as well and indulged Victor with a nod of agreement.

Barely a week later all of Victor's clothes started smelling like cotton candy. All of Yuuri's as well. Their sheets. Pillow cases. Blankets. Towels and rags. Even the kitchen cloths.

Every-damn-thing smelled like cotton candy.

At first, Yuuri was fine with it. Victor was happy, so Yuuri was happy – it was as simple as that. But after a week, and then another, and then another... there was only so much a sane person could handle and when one day, in a house smelling of cotton candy, Yuuri pulled out his freshly folded underwear out of the drawer and smelled the overpowering sweet scent, he almost retched.

And decided that enough was enough.

He made his way to the living room and stopped at the couch where Victor was reclining, aimlessly skipping through channels on the TV. Lips set, arms folded across his chest and clear business on his face, Yuuri stared him down.

"Victor, we need to talk," he said.

Victor blinked, startled out of his thoughts, but as soon as he saw him, his face split in a grin. It froze at the clearly unhappy expression on Yuuri's face and then fell and crashed, almost as fast as Yuuri kept falling on his new quad. Yuuri could almost hear the imaginary snap of the blade against the ice in the sudden silence when Victor turned the TV off in stilted movements.

He sat up then, serious, and waited while Yuuri took a place next to him. He was tense, Yuuri could see it clearly in the set of his shoulders. Sighing, he put his arm around Victor and rubbed his lower back soothingly. It helped to ease Victor's nerves a little and it did the same to Yuuri, who didn't even know he was on guard until he allowed himself to breathe deeper.

"What did you want to talk about?" Victor asked carefully after a moment.

"Oh, yeah, that," Yuuri remembered. He focused so much on aligning their breathing that he almost forgot what he came over to say. "The laundry detergent. It has to go."

"What?" Victor's eyes snapped to him in surprise. "Why?"

Yuuri groaned. "I can't stand it. Everything smells of cotton candy and it's just too much, too sweet, too everywhere." He groaned again. "I feel like I'm going to turn into cotton candy myself."

"You're already sweet enough, so it's definitely possible," Victor grinned back in reply and Yuuri poked one of his cheeks.

"Not the point," he said, ignoring the familiar way blood rushed to his cheeks. "I just miss the times when I could smell you in the apartment. And me. Us. It made this home, you know?" He wrinkled his nose and added: "Now it's just cotton candy."

Victor's eyes sparkled and his smile turned that special kind of adorable. Yuuri knew something embarrassing must be coming when Victor opened his mouth, so he closed his eyes and waited, hoping, praying–

"Yuuri," Victor crooned. "You should've told me sooner! If you want to smell me so badly something always could be arranged."

–but all his prayers remained unanswered.

He wanted to cover his face in embarrassment, but didn't. It would only fuel Victor more if he gave into his teasing and while Yuuri was fine with Victor lavishing him in sweet words, praises and compliments from time to time, right at this moment he had other things to take care of. He fought down his blush and the heat in his chest which made it really hard to stay clearheaded, and twisted his fingers into the fabric of Victor's shirt. He looked right into Victor's amused face.

"You're right," he agreed. And tugged on the shirt. "Take this off. Now."

Victor's eyes widened, but he followed the request without any prompting. The shirt was slung over the back of the couch, forgotten as soon as it left Victor's hand. Yuuri didn't wait for anything else.

He climbed into Victor's lap, pushing him back until he was lying on the couch. Victor's chest was warm under his hands and Yuuri run his fingers lightly over the muscles and Victor's ticklish sides, before he pressed himself down until he was sprawled on top of Victor with his face thrust into the crook of Victor's neck – nuzzling, sniffing, pressing small kisses to the heavenly warm skin that finally, finally, smelled like Victor again.

Yuuri sighed happily, closing his eyes and humming when Victor's arms wound around his waist to keep him from accidentally falling off.

"What scent should we get now, then?" Victor mused out loud. Yuuri lifted his head enough to sent him a glare, which made a soft laugh rumble through Victor's chest. "Let's go for scent-less this time, hmm?"

Yuuri's only reply was a tiny kiss to the underside of Victor's chin. Victor chuckled and kissed the top of Yuuri's head, and as Yuuri breathed deeply again, he thought that this was how it should be – Victor's scent mixed with his, the incomparable scent of home. Fuck cotton candy.

[pedestrianwolf]

@black-jeans @sweet--tides

[bonnissance]

H, I, L, M, P for Fanfic Asks! :)

H: my style is v emotional and described more over here, I: guilty fic pleasure are over here, M: I have some newly shared back burner premises and also more over here some of which are still active but most not so much

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I cold!write until I have all the scenes I already know I need and scaffold they fit into, and then go back to the the beginning and flesh out and out and out. So the actual process of writing involves a lot of editing but not in any quantifiable way, bc its this bit and then *that bit* and over here and I keep writing. 

There’s usually a bracket of 85%+ finished where I get ppl to read over and beta for me and there’s more revision until I get to the final draft. That gets beta or two, sometimes more, and I post pretty much immediately (larger works get a bit more of a sit down).

So the actual process of getting that draft finished probs involves 5-10 revisions for a >8k fic, depending on the scope of the fic, and big detailed, complicated fics like sabbatical take more to get the logic right. But I don’t really have a quantifiable number bc sometimes revision is ‘get rid of that section’ or ‘makes these three scenes into one’ and you can’t count that kind of thing. 

tl;dr: some. There is some revision involved in getting my fics finished before posting.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

my planning is letting the story unfold. I literally have no idea how my sentences are going to end when I start typing them, so it’s a journey to see where they end up and I just hang on and enjoy the ride. 

Once the plan is there I know where I’m going, so I garden the patches I know need nourishment and make sure they still fit the overall structure of the work and/or embellish the universe I’ve created. but I’m not blinkered by scenes and if they’re not working I get rid, and if something needs to add itself I let it. 

so it’s kinda like a garden I’ve planned w the flowers over there and the herbs over here, but sometimes a root veg rocks up next to the alliums and there’s snapdragons in my sweetpeas and it’s all okay bc it’s chaotic good fun.

[fic ask for y’all curious beans]

[justintaco]