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Do you know what I like?
I like that how this fandom, for the most part, doesn’t follow according to ships.
We do have communities of Rinchers, Creesers, Rusco-ers, and even Carfacers, but we all melt down to the same family when we watch the show.
I don’t know, I just really appreciate that unlike other fandoms I’ve seen, our ships don’t tear us apart. I follow people who ship things I don’t ship, and they follow me. There’s a mutual respect there that I just adore.
Love you all~
I've wanted to see some new really touching hiatus fics where Fusco just breaks down and Reese is there. Can you do something like that? - theasylumsabyss
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He’s half-remembering a quotation about lying in gutters and looking at stars and thinking it’s total bullshit because he’s got his forehead pressed to the curb and all he sees is concrete and secondhand beer.
Reese/Fusco, Reese has some sort of kink involving Fusco's poor, shot-up ass - itsatwinthing4
Since he got shot, Reese got all fixated on his ass, although maybe that was always the case and Fusco only noticed when being slapped felt like getting shot all over again. Reese was nice enough to lay off him mostly while he was still healing up but once that wound closed up and the bandage came off and Fusco’s limp started to get less dramatic, it was like open season.
Somewhere between the smacks and pinches and hard, possessive handfuls, Reese will just pin him in place and run careful fingers over the spot where the scar still sticks out pale and ruinous on his skin, as if it’s a tattoo Reese likes, and Fusco wonders if maybe it’s not the wound Reese is so in love with but the way Fusco got it.
Cose che ho imparato a Bologna fino ad oggi. #1
1- Il “rusco” è quella che a casa mia viene chiamata immondizia, pattume, rifiuti, monnezza;
2- Se qulcuno vi si avvicina con fare strano dicendo “Bici?”, probabilmente è rubata;
3- - Se rispondendo al citofono uno chiede “Mi può dare il tiro?”, allora vuole che gli si apra il portone.
(Fic Rec) 2 AM at Fusco's
Title: 2 AM at Fusco’s
Summary: “What Lionel’s not expecting is a knock on his door at two in the morning. There’s a disheveled, sleepy Reese standing on his doorstep.”
Notes: YOU GUYS.
FANGIRLISHNESS WROTE A FIC
BASED ON THIS FIC
AND YOU SHOULD GO READ IT RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IT’S FUCKIN’ GREAT
Fusco is wounded and in the hospital. Reese is worried about him. (rainiejanie)
Probably the most humiliating thing about all of this is the fact that he has to spend almost two days face-down (or as he’s come to think of it ass up) in a hospital bed which leaves him feeling vulnerable and exposed and wishing he’d been shot almost any other place.
“You’re looking better than I expected,” and there’s that unusual voice, John Reese the superhero sans-cape-and-tights, whisper low and biting and it jumps the shit out of Lionel before he decides that it hurts way more to move at all than to just relax and embrace whatever horrible thing is about to happen to him courtesy of suitguy.
“How is this better than anything, at all, ever?” Fusco asks, and he pushes his face into the pillow so that he doesn’t have to see Reese staring at his exposed back (though they had the courtesy to pull a blanket halfway up it and cover his bandage-wrapped backside), and measuring how much he doesn’t like what he sees.
“You’re still alive,” Reese says, and there’s almost compassion in his tone - and then he touches Fusco’s shoulder to get his attention, and while he’s wearing gloves and it could theoretically be friendly, when Lionel turns his head to the side to glare hatefully he finds that Reese looks genuinely worried.
If he were honest with himself, Reese would admit that he had actually been a little hurt when Fusco didn't have time to celebrate his release.(ifitsnotlovethenitsthebomb)
I hope you wanted Rusco.
If Reese is at his most careful when he stalks Lionel and his date though the city that night, he tells himself it’s because he doesn’t want to interrupt - not while she’s still around, because she wasn’t involved in this thing between them.
He catches Fusco dreamily stumbling out of her brownstone at one am, smelling like perfume and expensive alcohol, like excess the man really can’t afford but he’d faked it all night because the model he’d saved made him feel good, and Reese pins him against the driver’s side door of the car before he can fumble his keys into the lock.
“I don’t think you’re safe to drive,” Reese says, into Lionel’s startled mouth,and he tells himself he’s not jealous when Fusco doesn’t even taste like himself.
For Shecka. Not really sure what to call this, but I hope you like it!
Series: Person of Interest
Pairing (sorta? mostly implication, more of a pre-actual pairing thing?): Reese/Fusco
Rating: T (I guess. I’m never good with this rating thing. Whatever you’d rate the show itself is what I was going for.)
Summary: Reese has had a rough day. So he visits Lionel to crash on his couch.