I have been writing essays and characterizations for awhile now. So I thought I would try my hand at writing a fanfic story. After a lot of encouragement and very helpful ideas for which I thank you all, I wrote one.
It took me weeks. There was a lot of thinking and a lot of rewriting. Well, I…
Hey, you know, don’t let the way everyone else is writing prevent you from writing how and what you want to write. Writing stuff that’s different from what other people write is valuable, especially given the way that fandom can become a boring, homogenized echo chamber. Different is good.
And for the record, I’ve read lots of fics of the introspective/canon compliant/”could be a missing scene” type and while, yeah, I’m not really the target audience for that, an audience must exist, because I don’t think I’ve ever been in a fandom where there weren’t any. So you should post your fics, because people who enjoy that kind of fic are totally around. Maybe put out a request for an in-fandom beta, if you’re nervous? Your husband might not be the ideal editor, given that he’s reeeeeally really not a member of your audience. Post in the tag or just personal to your dash asking if someone would be interested in editing your fic and I guarantee someone will volunteer. Heck, I would.
Like mr-finch said, the only way to get better at writing fic is to write fic. And an audience doesn’t hurt.
Title: What The Fuck
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Reese/Fusco
Word Count: 705
Summary: Fusco has a problem at a bad time. Intentionally crack-y. I wrote this on a whim in the early hours of the morning.
For LNBF’s 30th Day Prompt.
nooooooo why did I go to bed? I should have stayed up. I mean, I had to be somewhere early this morning, but I SHOULD HAVE STAYED UP.
ILUUUUUU. And I love that aside from the wacky scenario, it’s pretty in-character. And “St John the Emasculator” made me lol. And it was hot. And I love you. Imma cling to your legs and cry.
Title: Armor (part 2) (part 1)
Rating: PG-13 because a Fusco without swearing is like a day without sunshine
Characters/Pairings: Finch, Fusco, Mickey (Fusco Jr). Also, a little bit of Reese. Again, gen that might also be Finch/Fusco, IDK.
Summary: Fusco does a thankless task, Finch gets sassy, and deeply uncomfortable heart-to-hearts ensue. Meanwhile, Reese does ridiculous things in the background.
Notes: Haha, j/k, super secret project will in no way be finished by day 31. I think that one might be another half-baked idea that turns into a 25k word monster. So I wrote this instead.
Word Count: 1,500
Oh my god fuscodad. My heart. Seriously, I don’t know how you cram so much into so few words, but it’s perfect <3
I cannot believe that I’d never written Fusco and his son interacting before. You’d think it would have happened at some point in the 25k word fic I wrote specifically about how weird Fusco’s personal life is, but nope. It’s super fun. I basically get to toe the line between “d’awww, my heart is warmed” and “ew I am actually going to puke from how syrupy that is.”
As always, I am thrilled that you liked it. <3
Title: Armor (part 2) (part 1)
Rating: PG-13 because a Fusco without swearing is like a day without sunshine
Characters/Pairings: Finch, Fusco, Mickey (Fusco Jr). Also, a little bit of Reese. Again, gen that might also be Finch/Fusco, IDK.
Summary: Fusco does a thankless task, Finch gets sassy, and deeply uncomfortable heart-to-hearts ensue. Meanwhile, Reese does ridiculous things in the background.
Notes: Haha, j/k, super secret project will in no way be finished by day 31. I think that one might be another half-baked idea that turns into a 25k word monster. So I wrote this instead.
Word Count: 1,500
Fabulous Finch and Fusco interaction! And I seriously love how in fic-canon, Mickey is the real name of Fusco’s kid, thanks to Tezukasama/A.K. Mars! Who cares what the producers finally got around to naming him. A.K. was first, so Mickey it is!!
I feel like since his canon name is Michael, it can be both. I’ve never heard of Mickey being a nickname for Michael, but it doesn’t seem too unlikely to me. But I have a brother named Michael and we call him Jack, so clearly nicknames that make sense are not a thing in my household.
Anyway, glad you liked it!
Title: Armor (part 2) (part 1)
Rating: PG-13 because a Fusco without swearing is like a day without sunshine
Characters/Pairings: Finch, Fusco, Mickey (Fusco Jr). Also, a little bit of Reese. Again, gen that might also be Finch/Fusco, IDK.
Summary: Fusco does a thankless task, Finch gets sassy, and deeply uncomfortable heart-to-hearts ensue. Meanwhile, Reese does ridiculous things in the background.
Notes: Haha, j/k, super secret project will in no way be finished by day 31. I think that one might be another half-baked idea that turns into a 25k word monster. So I wrote this instead.
Word Count: 1,500
In which Fusco and Finch have an unexpectedly hilarious conversation while simultaneously being pissed at each other. Seriously, you have Fusco’s sarcasm down pat.
“Maybe if you’d be more specific,” Fusco’s saying, “I could tell you something worth knowing. If you don’t give me anything better than that, I’m stuck telling you about every whitebread jackass that walks through those d – there’s another one!” pfffftft.
(Also yes you snuck in a Reese order and yes that is good yes.)
I seriously could just write Finch and Fusco being pissed off at each other forever. I love that their canon relationship is actually a little more casual than Reese and Fusco’s relationship, and they’re comfortable enough with each other to use it as a platform for endless sarcasm. I just. I just want Finch and Fusco to go bowling or something. BE GRUMPY FRIENDS, YOU GUYS.
(I seriously had to change the scene right after that line, because the whole thing would have just spiraled into Reese and Fusco flirting. It’s like I can’t not ship them, even when I’m writing something totally unrelated.)
I pick: A- Post that shit.
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why do you even ask this, post this stuff
It’s over here. Also, it’s rape. So, I wouldn’t recommend reading it if that’s likely to send you to a bad place, mentally or emotionally speaking.
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