#reesefinch

POI : TAROT

0 - THE FOOL

Harold/John-- 2x13 Dead Reckoning or otherwise known as: two guys on a rooftop with a bomb vest standing 6 feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay

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Based on @mnemonicmadness‘s tags on this post. 

so like super duper don’t think about the first time finch and reese wake up together. 

it doesn’t even necessarily have to be after their ~first time having sex or any other kind of momentous relationship goal they would have passed, but maybe it’s just after a long night at the office and obviously finch has rooms somewhere in the library that can basically be used as places to crash (i know it’s like a popular fandom headcanon that he just has like, cots in the stacks or something but finch is fucking loaded and he works 25/8 he has a fucking furnished bedroom somewhere in that motherfucker mmkay).

and maybe, just maybe they stay up too late and neither of them wants to be alone and they really don’t want to have to wake bear up so finch is like “let’s just go to sleep, there’s a bedroom in the back” and reese is like “mm i don’t know about that because i don’t want you to know about my super secret agent feelings for you” and then he sees the california king and is like “eh, pretty easy to avoid physical contact when you’re sleeping on a bed the size of a small house”

so they strip down to shirts and shorts and crawl under the blankets, and fall asleep almost instantly, because it’s really late and this case has been exhausting on every conceivable level and reese didn’t know he could still get this tired 

and maybe in the morning, finch wakes up, eyes fluttering open as the rest of him reaches wakefulness, and notices a huge lump next to him in the bed. he’d slept so hard he’d forgotten reese was even there, and while it’s a bit of a surprise to see him, it’s not unwelcome. finch has always wondered what reese would look like if he weren’t so cautious all the time, and the sight of reese asleep and comfortable nearly knocks the breath from his chest.

reese looks so peaceful, body at ease, frown lines gone, stubble filling in, and finch wants him to look like this all the time. like a man who’s never had to take life, who’s never lost life, who’s never lost himself to the life he once led. who had only ever known a loving touch, whose face knows has only ever known how to smile. whose heart has not been blackened by war. who has never had to sacrifice the best parts of himself in order to rid the world of the worst it has to offer. 

and maybe, just maybe, when reese opens his eyes, squinting slightly in the early morning sunshine to see finch looking at him with those prying eyes, he’ll smile, just a little bit, and then snuggle back down into his pillow, mumbling for five more minutes.

POI : TAROT

1 - THE MAGICIAN

POI : TAROT

2 - THE HIGH PRIESTESS