we can sell that as sexy

🌾 - what makes this fic grow? What do you need to make it grow? -> for zombie mushroom fic

so the thing about this fic is i've been working on it for so long that my biggest obstacle is just remembering that it's there. sitting down to actually add to it feels weird, and i usually gravitate towards shiny newer fics.

i did read wife shaped bodies this weekend though, which has some exquisite fungal body horror imagery and i definitely got some creative juices from that, so hopefully i'll be able to add to this soon!

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@lesbucks

🐄 - what trope do you feel like you're milking in this particular fic? ⏳ - spend some time on the fic, this could be editing, or writing, or making a mood board or social media post -> both for Buck in Time

two things I'm milking with this are grief and dramatic irony. the whole thing is about Buck and how Buck is moving through the past and changing the timeline, but it's told through three povs: Bobby, Eddie, and Shannon. of the three, only Bobby know about the time travel. so there's a lot of like, playing with things the audience knows because of canon, or things the audience knows because Bobby knows, but seen through Eddie or Shannon's pov who both just. Cannot Possibly Know.

as for spending time on it. here's another passage i've just tweaked a bit from the tsunami chapter:

"Well," Shannon says so, so carefully, "you know, we are already at the beach, and the pier's only a couple blocks away. Why don't we go there?" Buck actually has the audacity to make a face at that. "What?" Shannon can't help but tease. "You're too good for the pier?" "It — no, it's not that," Buck says almost desperately. "Just you … I mean, you work here all day, right? Don't you wanna get away for a minute?" She doesn't. It was her mother that drew Shannon to this city to begin with, but now that her mother's passed it isn't anything so simple as nostalgia that roots her here. Shannon, uncomplicatedly, loves the beach. The sand between her toes, the sun in her hair. The orchestra of the waves, underscored by percussion of children's laughter. She loves watching Christopher's surf lessons, the confidence they instill in her boy. More than anything, she loves the way the water washes away all weight of expectation. The ocean never demands anything of her. The ocean lets her be. But that's not exactly the reason she can't just go to the zoo on her lunch break.

🚜 - write something completely unrelated to any of the WIPs but related to the emoji the tractor dropped off. -> 👻

man. wait. what? okay. man. uh.

okay i'm not gonna write something but I am gonna spitball a bit which is. what if daniel? what if ghost daniel? this child who was so loved that a new life was spawned to save his. this new life which is inextricably tied to his own, which may tie him to the world even after death. this child who was so loved in life, and is so alone in death, with only his baby brother to keep him company

i dunno. i might come back to it idk

❓ - what even is this? Tell me about it -> for Nashville reunion

weirdly I think I have the least to say about this one lol. this one's like ... what if lab rats didn't happen? what if Bobby didn't die, so Eddie never came home for the funeral, so he never left El Paso? what if Bobby never withdrew his name for the firefighter games, half hopeful he'd come home eventually and half assuming they wouldn't get picked anyway? what if the next time Buck and Eddie see each other in person after their goodbye in the rain is competing together hundreds of miles away from home?

it's not actually exploring bobby being alive at all, that's just the divergence point to how they got here. it's about buck and eddie reuniting, figuring out what they are to each other, deciding whether to hold on, whether they'll choose each other or let themselves slip away again.

Can I be super nosy and ask both 🐄 and ❓ for 🍄? 👀👀👀

Hi Mike!!!!!

🐄 - what trope do you feel like you're milking in this particular fic? ❓ - what even is this? Tell me about it -> for mushroom zombie fic

OOOOKAY so remember before season 9 aired when we knew that Buck would be getting An House and speculating that there'd be Tension between he and Eddie but didn't know what that would look like yet? okay yeah pretend we're still back there because that's when I started writing this and I refuse to update the mood/dynamic

anyway we pick up with Buck moving out of Eddie's house and into this sort of isolated little bungalow at the end of an overgrown cul de sac. this house does have a verified murder history, but that was One Time, it's within Buck's budget, and really he can't seem to move out of Eddie's space fast enough. only, once he moves in, he starts withdrawing more.

when he stops coming to work, citing a bad fever, Eddie decides to try and bridge the widening gap between them by bringing over two of Buck's favorite things: Pepa's pozole, and Christopher.

what he finds there is ... maybe not quite Buck, anymore

the trope I'm milking with this one is body horror. i'm a little bit of a pussy about unhappy endings for buddie so the body horror regarding Buck specifically is more subtle, but i've got some other bodies in there (well, hares (tw for harm to animals😔)) that i'm going harder on

❓ - what even is this? Tell me about it -> Buck in Time

I'm so glad you asked 😇 so the year is 2028(9?). Buck and Eddie have been married for n months. summer's nearing its end and Eddie is driving Christopher to move-in day for his first semester of college. they don't make it.

the year is 2033. Buck, who hasn't set foot in LA in years, gets a call offering him captaincy of the 118. probably not a great idea but he takes it. two months in they get a call to some particle physics lab. and things, as they are wont to do, go wrong.

the year is 2018. Buck wakes up in a body fifteen years younger than he remembers, in an apartment that never belonged to him, a day before he met Eddie Diaz.

⏳ - spend some time on the fic, this could be editing, or writing, or making a mood board or social media post -> for Buck in Time

So there's quite a lot of this I haven't even looked at in ages so I've read through and slightly revised one of the scenes i wrote early on! one day I'll be able to actually write more of it i hope

and some proof of concept (scene occurs shortly after buck saves shannon from being hit by that car)

Eddie turns away, hands running over his hair. He shakes his head. "You tell me you want a divorce," he says, "and two days later, you and him … what was I supposed to think?" It's an excuse, but he says it like an apology. Despite her frustration, against her will even, Shannon knows her next words will land like forgiveness.  "You were supposed to ask." He sighs and meets her eyes. He looks empty, and it's not fair, she thinks, that he gets to hollow himself out while she is so full of so many unnameable things. "What do I do now?" he asks. Like she just told him to. Were she of a mind to, Shannon could say something truly unkind here. She's not entirely sure Eddie would be undeserving either. But she feels very suddenly like a puppet with her strings cut, and she can feel Buck's blood like a thorn under her fingernails, and she just really, really doesn't want to fight anymore. So she says, "I don't know, Eddie. But I am going to wash this fucking blood off my hands," and turns toward the ladies' room. He follows a moment later, steps just out of sync.

❓ - what even is this? Tell me about it -> for eddieshannon hypnokink

this is essentially what it says on the tin! it's just a little oneshot i've been noodling with for like two months now? about eddie and shannon messing with hypnosis during sex. it is also the first smut i've written ever so it's taking a bit longer than something of its length really should lol