[WIP Wednesday] 2020-01-22

[thrillingdetectivetales]

It's Hump Day again and y'all know what that means! Another exciting installment of
WIP WEDNESDAY!



Share your current progress! Bat around a new idea for a fic you’re working on! Ask for feedback on that plot point you can’t quite figure out! Let’s get that fandom content going!

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[kaasknot]

ROE [approaching LIEBGOTT and ALLEY’s foxhole]: U.S.O., pickin’ up syrettes! Alley, Liebgott, you got any?

this and "gotcha!" are prolly my favorite of gene's lines, he's a DORK

[muccamukk]

I love how by that point he's just rolling with it.

[kaasknot]

this is also probs the best mood he's in for the whole ep, he just found scissors, he's almost joking, he's almost chatty. and it all goes downhill from here :P

[sugardaddynixon]

was it ever explained what perconte was doing hoarding scissors?

[muccamukk]

I always assumed he tailored his uniforms. Little guy like that, none of the army issue would actually fit right, and he always looked very put together.

[scandalinbohemia]

“We haven't,” Dick replied, hating the whiny ring he heard in his voice. “You've been making jokes all night, and I've--I've--”

“You’ve been sitting there, watched me run my mouth and said nothing.” Nixon frowned, all traces of humor gone. “I’ve been throwing you hints all night.”

Dick couldn't help it, he knew that it would make him look like an idiot from some backwater but the words just escaped his mouth: “Have you?”

Nixon chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fuck it, you're serious. For God's sake, I complimented your--” He stopped himself. “Okay. I'll give it to you plain and clear, mm? I don't mind chasing, but don't lead me on if it's not gonna happen.”

Dick found that, despite the Coke, his mouth had gone completely dry. Nixon hadn't let go of his hand yet.

“I'm not,” Dick said, after a moment. “I'm not leading you on.”

A.k.a. A fluffy fic entirely taken over by the characters' inability to communicate their needs.And then they fuck.

[muccamukk]

That's excellent! Are they actually going to fuck?

[scandalinbohemia]

Undecided. They are going to do something for sure!

[sugardaddynixon]

Let them fuck!

[thrillingdetectivetales]

LOOOOOOVE THIS!

Even if they don't fuck, the banter is already A+ excellent and I am so incredibly extremely here for it.

[muccamukk]

I have a vaguely valentine's day themed fic I'm wondering if I should sit on until February, or just post now.

When Lew got back to the window, coffee in hand, Dick was shovelling a trench bisecting his circle. With the binoculars, Lew could see that he'd taken his hat off and this his cheeks were pink with the effort. Dick had always enjoyed work for its own sake more than Lew, but even Lew was starting to get a touch of cabin fever after months of snow. He wasn't at the point of making snow art though, more like thinking of going into town and buying a bottle.

Lew turned the radio on to distract himself, and poured a little more sugar in his coffee. He hadn't used to take it this sweet but it seemed like sugar took the edge off at times. A news bulletin clicked on at the top of the hour. Food shortages in Europe. War crime trials in China. A murder. Dick would care about all that, or at least pretend to, though he always found church gossip and letters from friends a better source of news. Lew didn't give a single solitary shit about any of it outside of the little bubble he'd helped build for them.

He knew that wasn't the kind of thing that lasted: living your whole life for one other person, but he'd never worked out what else he was good at. He didn't see himself as ever really fitting in with Lebanon County's hardy stock of Dutch and German farmers, and hardly had the money to travel like he'd thought he might, not after dear daddy had blown his stack and cut off Lew's allowance. Maybe Dick was right to withhold that small part of himself. Maybe Lew would grow tired of Dick same as he'd grown tired of Kathy.

Maybe, if after almost a year, Lew still looked at Dick and thought, "I can't imagine going a day without him," he'd feel the same three years from now, or thirty.

[kaasknot]

i say post it now, you could trip over a dog and croak tomorrow, and then we'd never get to read it

lew's too WASPy for the dutch and german locals to accept him, lol. he'd better hope he loves dick for 30yrs, bc it'll be at least that long before he stops being "the new guy" :P

[sugardaddynixon]

knowing her, she would trip over a dead deer or a live wolf, because she lives that sort of life. and then her body would wash up ashore and tec would make a true crime podcast about it.

[muccamukk]

Tec: If I die b/c I trip over a wolf (live or dead), I expect a memorial podcast (not sure what crime is involved in this scenario, but make it a good one).

[sugardaddynixon]

Somebody is falsely accused of your murder. You weren't murdered, it was just a classic dead wolf slip n fall. The podcast is about freeing your alleged killer.

[muccamukk]

They accused the WOLF! Which was like spreading anti-wolf propaganda, and had to be step on, because as everyone knows wolves are not dangerous to humans.

[thrillingdetectivetales]

I promise it will be incredibly tasteful. I will write the title music myself and pose a lot of poignant rhetorical questions to the listening audience with no attention or care to the ethical ramifications of making unfounded accusations about suspects in a wolf crime.

[muccamukk]

Which reminds me, have I made you read this lesbian werewolf story yet?

https://www.tor.com/2010/07/28/the-cage/

[thrillingdetectivetales]

Nice! The world-building is very cool and the characters were interesting, though the romance felt a bit random and forced. Surprisingly enjoyable for a kid!fic! Thank you for sharing~~

[sugardaddynixon]

The podcast will also have a random and unnecessary subplot pertaining to her unreturned library books, and whether their topics prove. And the cellphone coordinates of the wolf and their reliability.

[sugardaddynixon]

post it now!! the tag is so dry. i'm thirsty for this content.

[thrillingdetectivetales]

This is poised so nicely on the edge of some primo angst and I'm loving it.

Also: "though he always found church gossip and letters from friends a better source of news." Of course he did, the absolute grandmother.

[scandalinbohemia]

Ah, the tasty tasty angst *smacks lips*

I like the uncertainty of it all, how Lew doesn't trust himself to keep feeling the same way in the long term. So human!

You have stuff lined up and Valentine's Day is round the corner, so why not wait? If you like V-Day (haha) at all.