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sweetascherrylies · 3 years

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Irish Coffee (ft. Donald Ressler)

Donald Ressler x Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk misogynists, protective!Ressler, no mention of Elizabeth Keen, mention of slight age gap (no specific ages or distance in ages mentioned)

Summary: You and the team go out for drinks at a local whiskey bar, and the whole night Ressler is your knight in - a shining black suit?

A/N: I am aware how late I am writing fanfic for The Blacklist, but you know what? I won’t apologize and I will go down with this ship.

The bar was nestled in between two larger restaurants, and had a cozy, old-fashioned feel to it. You had walked by it one day and mentioned it to the squad, asking if anyone had heard of it or had any recommendations they preferred nearby. Weirdly enough - out of all of them - (or perhaps not so weirdly), Aram actually knew the place you were talking about.

"Oh, they're supposed to be a good, classic whiskey bar. Not really my thing, but it's not all they serve so I've been there a couple times." He had said at the time, nervously glancing at Agent Navabi as he did so.

And, as much as you had not expected it - heck, you hadn't even thought about going out to a bar in weeks - Director Cooper was suggesting that you all check the place out on a Friday night, after a particularly difficult case. You would have begged off, claiming fatigue and the need of a bath, but you knew you couldn't refuse going to the bar you'd brought up weeks ago. So, instead, you smiled and said yes. Although you hadn't been prepared for this, you always kept a nice outfit and pair of shoes in your locker in case you had to show up to a trial or go undercover looking less like an agent.

As you ran back from throwing the new outfit on, you worried thinking that you had been deserted by the group - perhaps for taking too long? you though to yourself. But just as you were about to pick up your phone to call someone, Ressler stepped out of your shared office.

"Ready?" He asked. "Yeah, I thought you guys had already left without me!" You joked to him, lightly nudging his side with your elbow. "Naw, I told them that they could go ahead to grab us a good spot and we'd meet them there." He said as you both walked towards the elevator. Once inside, you did your mind started to rush. Not that you didn't spend time alone with Ressler, but you still felt pretty nervous around him. He was a fair bit older than you, a well-renowned agent, and seemed to have some trust issues regarding your ability to handle yourself and have his back - something you understood given his history, but were still (understandably) slightly hurt by.

Despite the slow movement of the elevator, you were soon at the parking garage. Shivering - your outfit didn't exactly provide excess warmth - you followed Ressler to the car, and jumped in the passenger side as he got into the driver's seat. He didn't always drive - you two sometimes took turns - but he preferred to given his past traumas in cars. Most of the time you didn't mind, because it gave you time to think or fiddle with the music. But right now, you just felt uncomfortable and at least driving would have given you something to focus on. You'd driven with Ressler plenty of times, and sure, you sometimes got anxious around him, but you usually chalked it up to his somewhat insane speeds or excess caffeine (both of which were constant issues). Trying to soothe your anxiety (and the discomforting vibes), you scrolled through the playlist you wanted to listen to and pressed shuffle.

"Are you cold?" You started at the sound of Ressler's voice rousing you from your music-driven reverie. Although the car was quite temperate, your heart was still beating fast and you had to press your hands and legs against each other in order to stop the shaking you were feeling.

"Yeah, a bit." You managed out - quite calmly and confidently, you were glad to hear.

You were, but that wasn't why you were shaking. He glanced to the side to look at you, and then, looking down, reached his hand down to the heating nobs, turning them on to medium.

"Shoulda said something. Put your seat-heater on." You were surprised - and a bit touched - that he actually gave a shit how you felt. Obediently, you did as he said. Relaxing a bit more, you decided to doll yourself up a bit on the way and put on some makeup in the mirror, finishing with just a touch of lipstick, which you tapped with your fingers to perfectly blend into your lips. The music had helped with calming you as well, and with only a few comments about your song choices from Ressler ("Do you younger generations actually enjoy this, or are you all in on some sick joke?" and "At least this isn't terrible, I guess"), you got to the bar pretty quickly. Ressler parked and you walked in together. It was a bit packed, and mostly guys, but the atmosphere was warm and cozy, a few lights and decorations already up for the holidays. Ressler pushed his way through the crowd expertly, an arm reaching and hovering over your back as you trailed a bit behind.

You’d made it to the group, and Aram stood up to offer you his chair. Although you were quite fine standing, and even told him so, he gently pushed you into the seat. Using the opportunity of the interruption, he spoke.

"Alright, it's my round, what am I getting everyone?" "Another bourbon for me." came from Navabi. "I'm done with the beer for tonight," said Director Cooper. "I'll have a maker's, neat." You asked for the same, and a glass of water as well, to balance out the alcohol. "Irish coffee, but makes sure its whiskey, not Bailey's, will ya." Said Ressler. --- You had all finished that round, done some talking, and after a while Cooper left. You, Aram, Navabi, and Ressler decided that you'd have one last round, and then pay your tabs. This time it was your turn, and you hopped up, asking them all what they wanted. Navabi and Aram had switched (together, you might add) to Old Fashioned's.

"Can I get coffee, regular this time, please," Ressler asked you, adding, "someone has to drive all of you home." You smiled and nodded, jumping up from the chair and going over to the bar with a bit of an altered walk. There was a small space between two taken stools which you leaned into. You politely asked the bartender for your coworkers drinks, and an Irish coffee for yourself - something to warm you up before heading home. After ordering, you signed and got your card back, and as you did so, the man at the stool next to you spoke up.

"Leaving already? That's a shame. Although if you'd like to stay longer, I'd be happy to take care of you." He grinned as his eyes wandered lower than your eyeline. "Uhm- excuse me?" You asked him. "Com' on, I know a sweet thing like you could use a bit of protection in a place like this…" He smirked as he said the line, his voice overly sweet. "And she has it." A voice behind you spoke up. Turning around, you saw Ressler right behind you. He placed a hand on your side, drawing you towards him, and used a tight-lipped smile towards the man. It didn't take a genius to determine that Ressler physically outmatched the creep.

"Sorry dude, I didn't know." He said by way of miserable excuse. "And you shouldn't have to in order to respect women!" Ressler exclaimed firmly - though calmly. The man walked away, and you turned to face Ressler.

"Thank you for that," you said, looking to his eyes, "I could've handled it.." "But you shouldn't have to." He interrupted. The bartender finished with the drink order, and Ressler helped you grab them. You walked back to the table, where Aram and Navabi downed their drinks in minutes, only for them to suggest grabbing a taxi together - seeing as they "lived on the same side of the city".

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After they left, you and Ressler had a bit of a laugh and a gossip about the two of them while you finished your drinks. You noted again how considerate he was, when he held your jacket out for you to pull on, and grabbed the door to walk out. You watched as your breath froze in the fresh, cold air.

"Alright, let's go. I'll drive you home." He started guiding you towards the car. "Are you sure? I don't exactly live close to you." You said (leaning on him only a little, you might add). "Yes, of course. I'm not leaving you alone to get a taxi or metro, especially with guys like that still around." He told you firmly. You didn't protest, and he helped you into your seat. You put your seatbelt on, and put on some good nighttime lofi to keep you guys awake. On the way, you pondered the your feelings for the man next to you, more perplexed than you had ever been on a case. Ressler had to wake you from your reverie to let you know that you'd arrived at your apartment. He walked you to the top of the steps, claiming that it was "safer this way".

"Thanks… I- uh- have a good night!" You said as cheerfully and soberly as you could manage. "Of course," He turned away before turning back and paused for a moment. "Um, (Y/N)? Would you want to go out this weekend? Say, I pick you up tomorrow? At 5? We could go for a walk and grab some dinner…" He looked to you nervously before staring back down at the concrete. "Yes!" You smiled. "I'd love that." He met your eyes again, smiling. "Cool. Dress warm!" He quickly kissed your forehead, and waited for you to enter the building before heading back to the car, practically chuckling under his breath.

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Of Course - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Of Course

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 759 words

Warning(s): cussing

Summary: Reddington. Leader of a criminal empire, genius, arms dealer... matchmaker?

Author's Note: "I'm back on my bullshit" is the best way to start a request.

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I straightened out my outfit as I waited for Reddington's car to pick me up.

It was supposed to be a straightforward mission. I go in, get the information, get out. All without letting the person I was meeting know that I was working with the F.B.I.

I wasn't an agent. I was one of Reddington's most trusted partners. He would send me on missions whenever needed and taught me to protect myself in all situations.

Working with the F.B.I is not what I signed up for when I first started working with Reddington but it was still a paycheck.

Falling for one of the agents I now had to work with was also not what I signed up for, but here we are. I had never been one to be nervous but the minute I met Donald Ressler, I felt all of my charm and skill vanish.

It was weird. It was weird to have a crush. At my age and in my field of work, it was damn near unheard of.

I walked out of my apartment when I saw the car pull up. My door locked behind me and I sat in the backseat.

The restaurant wasn't far.

It was super fancy, which was normal with Reddington.

I walked in slowly, trying to look for any potential threats but... the restaurant was empty.

I furrowed my eyebrows, continuing my walk in.

The only other person there was Ressler. I tried not to make it seem like I was confused as I walked over and sat down across from him.

"What are you doing here," I whispered, mouth barely moving.

"Reddington sent me here," Ressler replied in the same tone.

I let out a sigh through my nose. What the hell was this?

Just then, Ressler's phone rang.

"Reddington," he mumbled to me before he answered. "Reddington, what's going on?"

Silence.

"I'm sorry... what," I couldn't tell if he sounded angry or not. After another moment he put the phone on speaker.

"Hello (Y/n)," Reddington called through the phone. "I just wanted to wish you both good luck on your date."

"What," I asked. Without another word, Reddington hung up.

"He thought we were distracting each other," Ressler added guiltily. He tucked his phone away in his pocket. "I can't believe him."

"I can," I replied. "Reddington has always had a flair for the dramatic."

He chuckled, nodding.

There was a moment of silence.

"I... I think a date could be nice," Ressler said.

I tilted my head and smirked a little, "Are you asking me to dinner, Ressler?"

"I think I am," he nodded. "What do you say?"

"I think that sounds very nice."

The rest of our night consisted of talking and eating and laughing. It was a proper date. It was something I didn't think that I'd get to experience. I felt so different here than I did while I was working.

At the end of the dinner, Ressler walked me out to the car that Reddington had sent for me.

"I had a great time tonight," Ressler said before I got in the car.

"So did I," I smiled. "Maybe we can do it again when our worlds aren't so full of chaos?"

"Or before then," he suggested.

"Or before then," I agreed.

After a moment of calming my nerves, I stepped forward, leaning in slowly. Ressler leaned in faster, pressing his lips to mine. I reached forward, touching his sides as he cupped the sides of my face.

For the first time, I was hyperfocused on my surroundings. I lost myself in a moment for the first time in years. It made my heart beat out of my chest and goosebumps to rise on my skin.

I pulled away slowly, "Umm... I... that was nice."

"I've never seen you speechless before," Ressler mumbled. I chuckled and leaned my forehead on his. "I can't believe I have to thank Reddington for this."

I laughed again, slowly moving away from him.

"I'll see you later, Ressler," I said, going to get in the car.

"Bye," he waved before closing the door for me.

I waved back as the car pulled away from the curb.

"Should I tell Reddington the date was a success," Dembe asked from the driver's seat.

"Not yet," I mumbled. "I don't want to give him the satisfaction yet."

I heard Dembe chuckle as he continued driving. I smiled and looked down at my lap. Of all the missions Reddington had sent me on, this one was by far the best.

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fandomobsessedwriter · 4 years

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a warning

(ok my previous blacklist fic was shit, soo I hope u enjoy this one)

Donald Ressler x reader

warnings: reader has a limp from getting shot, also staged death (suicide), swearing

four months ago

you had met the love of your life, you didnt care that he left at random times during that day and that he was never sure when he would come home or if he would even come home at all.

it was over all of it. you had to leave otherwise it would be worse for both of you, you called your boss, he would come and sort all of this out. you packed a few change of outfits and took a few pictures that meant the most to you. you left with tears running down your face. you never looked backed at the house.

present

it was time to shut the shop for today, you worked at a little garage that spent all of its time getting specialised parts, but when there was no clients the owner let you fix up your bike, it was the only thing keeping you going after you packed up and left your old life.

the door bell rang. you shout that your closed for today, you get up to find the person who walked in, you see who walked in, you walk as fast as you can without causing pain in your leg and wrap him up in a hug. “if you get grease on my suit, you will be so much trouble” red laughs as you step away from him, you smile at Dembe.

“what do you need red?”

“i have a job for you, i need your expertise”

“oh mann, i thought this was a social call” you drag out, a small frown breaking out of your lips.

you grab your leg as you try to slide into reddingtons cars, your leg now going stiff from working on your bike too long and also having an old bullet hole in your leg.

you got to the blacksite, not knowing where to go you stood behind dembe for most of the walk into the main area, red and dembe walk off to talk to a bloke sitting at a computer, you freeze seeing the person next to him, slowly you walk forwards trying not to catch anyones attention. he notices the movement, he lifts his eyes to yours, he steps arounds the desk so hes a couple steps away from you “youre dead” he says not bieng able to take his eyes off you, “im what?!” you say going pale at the thought of leaving him whilst he thought you were dead. “you killed your self, you left a note” anger burned your viens you turn and look at reddington. “how dare you!” you say your voice devoid of any emotion “you told me that you would take care of it,” you take deep breath “instead you kill me of like im a fucking supernatural character!” you shout, your anger showing in everything you do.

you punch him so hard that you could hear his nose crack, after a moment of holding his nose he says “you failed your mission, you fell in love, l let you off easy”

“easy?” you scoff “you shot me in my fucking leg”

“i could of killed you but i didnt-” “you didnt kill me because im valuble to you, i tried going back to the old me, the one that forgave you for everything, i just cant do that anymore”

during all of this donald just stood there trying to wrap his head around that you were still alive, the next bit he heard was heartbreaking “you failed your mission” wait...I was just a job for her. Ressler stepped up to you and spun you around so you were facing him “was I just a job to you?” all of his emotions out in the open. a wave of guilt washed over you, he could see it in your eyes, the guilt the crushing guilt was all that he saw. he spun around and walked off. you tried to run after him but your leg gave way making you fall to the ground “I love you” you shout trying to get him to turn around, when he did there was no anger In his eyes just sorrow.

“you don't love me, im just a job to you” a tear slipped from your eyes “I do love you, I love you with all of my being, I had to leave because I love you, I got shot as a warning to everyone not to fall in love, please just believe me” full blown sobs wracked your body. he knelt down next to you, he gripped your chin so he could lift it and see your eyes. tears falling down your face, he kissed you, soul melting, tongues fighting, running out of breath sort of kiss, he rested his forehead against yours “ I love you” was all he said.

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zizzlekwum · 4 years

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Does anyone do fic/drabble/imagine/etc requests for The Blacklist? I want to read some I haven't written myself!

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meganwritesfanfics · 3 years

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A Little Fall of Rain (Raymond Reddington x Reader)

He knew he shouldn’t have let her come. The mission was dangerous, and there were far too many variables for him to account for. But she was stubborn, much like he was, and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“If I asked you to go back to the car what would your answer be.” Red asked, gun drawn as he Dembe and Y/N stood outside the abandoned warehouse.

Y/N turned back to look at him glaring.

“That’s what I figured.” He responded.

“Alright, Dembe has got your left, I got your right, on average I’m thinking there has to be 20 guards before we reach Kol. Now what are the odds that we can make it through without getting shot at.” Y/N said.

“I mean the last time I saw Kol, I may or may not have left him for dead so…”

Y/N rolled her eyes but she smiled none the less. “So that’s a zero on the odds scale, good.”

Dembe also couldn’t help but smile at the two. It was nice to see them together again. Y/N had been a way for a few years working for one of Reddington’s competitors undercover, destroying them from the inside. But now she was home.

Y/N was his daughter, not biologically, but he had raised her. He had rescued her at age of five from child traffickers, and she had been with him ever since. For all intense and purposes Raymond Reddington was her father. So when she had come back from undercover and insisted she help Dembe be Red’s bodyguard, he wasn’t exactly thrilled, even if it did mean she got to spend more time with him.

“Red,” Y/N said as she came up to him. She stood slightly taller than the connoisseur of crime, and she her red hair pulled back into a braid that went halfway down her back. She stood in a back tank top and black camo leggings, with her boots going up to mid calf. “Now I need you to stay behind me and Dembe, ok. No trying to talk your way out of things ok.”

Red smiled as he grabbed her chin. “You know I don’t think I should have to take this kind of sass from you young lady.”

“I’ve saved your ass on multiple occasions, so yeah, I think you kinda do.” Y/N smiled as she leaned forward and kissed Red on the cheek.

“Alright, let’s go.” Red said as the three of them busted in the door ready to face a slew of guards. But to their surprise, they found none. They found nothing actually. Everything seemed to have been cleaned out of the warehouse, and fast by the looks of it.

“I was promised that Kol was here,” Red said angrily. “I not only had the FBI look into it but also…”

Y/N held up her hand as she walked forward in the empty room. Something felt off.

“I don’t like this.” Dembe responded, he could feel it as well.

Suddenly out of the shadows five men burst out guns drawn.

“It’s a trap!” Y/N called as she began to fire on the men who were ambushing them. As the three began firing at their attackers, Y/N followed two of them into a side hallway. They were in full body armor and stealth suits, they had known that Red was going to be coming, someone had to have tipped them off.

They turned back smiling wickedly. “Kol sends his regards.” They said as they both fired.

Y/N felt a piercing pain hit her chest, but her mind barely registered it as she fired two shots, kills shots, sending the two men to the ground.

She stared at them for a moment feeling unsteady. But before she had a chance to really think about what had just happened, she heard Red calling for her.

“Y/N!” He shouted terrified when he realized she wasn’t with them. “Y/N!” He screamed again.

“Red,” Y/N started to say but no sound came out.

“Dembe, find her.”

Slowly Y/N stumbled her way back out into the main room.

“Oh, thank God, I was worried something had…” Red sighed when he saw her reappear. But as he saw her he noticed how pale she was and how she was swaying as she walked towards him. “Y/N are you ok?”

“Red,” She said again, this time a small squeak coming out as she felt her knees buckle.

Red lunged forward as he watched her fall, Dembe close behind him. Scooping her up in his arms he could feel warm liquid from her back, and he could see that there was a dark stain on her chest.

“Dembe, call Elizabeth, tell her to send someone out here now!” Red screamed as he shrugged off his jacket placing it on her chest and applying pressure, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

Dembe stood frozen for a moment looking at the scene before him. His heart was breaking, both for himself and for Red. Y/N and Dembe were close, always had been, he thought of her as a little sister of sorts. And now to see her like this, knowing that the outcome was grim, he couldn’t help of think of all the good memories the two had.

“Go!” Red screamed angrily, tears filling up his eyes, and Dembe left. “It’s ok Y/N, everything is going to be just fine. Dembe is going to get help and then…”

“Red,” Y/N sighed as she placed her hand on his cheek, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, Y/N don’t apologize you are going to be fine.” Red insisted pulling her closer, she winced slightly as he pushed the jacket harder into her chest.

“I need to know you are going to be ok,” Y/N said as her hand shifted to the collar of his shirt grasping it. “You have lost so many people in your life, and I’m sorry I am going to be another, but I need to know that you are going to be ok, after I’m gone.”

“You aren’t going anywhere Y/N!”

“Red,”

“No! I’m not going to lose you, not like this. You are going to be fine, you have to be fine.” Red wasn’t usually one to break down, Y/N was right, he had lost many many people, but the thought of losing her struck deep down at his core. At that moment he wasn’t Raymond Reddington, FBI’s most wanted, a man who’s name struck fear into people's hearts. At that moment he was a father, grieving over his child who he could feel fading away in his arms.

“Red,” Y/N said again and as Red looked at her, and the sad expression she had on her face, he lost it.

“Y/N” He sobbed as he pulled her close.

Y/N weakly wrapped her arms around him holding onto him as tightly as she could.

“I love you so much, thank you for saving me, thank you for raising me, and thank you for being the most amazing father anyone could ask for.”

“If I had protected you better this wouldn’t have…”

“No,” Y/N said as she pushed back so Red was looking at her. “Don’t do that. I am here because I wanted to protect you, I made the choice. Don’t blame yourself.”

“Y/N…” He started again.

“I have a favor to ask you,” Y/N said.

“Anything,” Red cradled her gently.

“I need you to tell…” Her body convulsed as pain shot through her body and she held onto Red tighter. “I need you to tell Don, tell him that I love him.”

“Don?” Red looked puzzled but then everything clicked. “Ressler!” He gasped and Y/N smiled.

“We have been seeing each other since I came back. I was going to tell you but…” Y/N said another wave of pain hitting her.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you.”

“Do you remember the night you took me to see the ballet when I was 8.” Y/N smiled.

“You had insisted that I buy you an outfit so that you could match the ballerinas, and since I am the biggest benefactor for the company, I just persuaded the costume designer to make you an exact replica of every costume the dancers wore throughout the show. And when you got them, you asked if we could see the show every night so that way you could wear a different costume each time. There were more costumes than shows so I convinced the company to give us private showings for the two nights after closing. Even though you knew what each dance was, your eyes still lit up like you were seeing for the first time. “ Red smiled as tears streamed down his face. Slowly he looked down to see that Y/N had gone limp in his arms and her eyes were closed.

“Y/N,” Red said, shaking her slightly. “Y/N.” His voice cracked hard, he knew she was gone. “I love you.” He said pulling her into him sobbing.

“Raymond, they are here they…” Dembe said rushing in but when he saw Red he knew it was too late.

“Where is she! Where is Y/N!” Red heard another voice scream and he looked up to see Ressler running with eyes wide. “No, no, no.” He broke, collapsing to his knees.

Slowly Red set Y/N on the ground turning back to Ressler and nodding. Ressler made his way to them picking Y/N up and cradling her as he cried. Red made his way over to Dembe.

“I want you to find a good spot to bury her, talk to Mr. Kaplan, near the ocean. She loved the ocean.” Red said as he tried to compose himself as he headed out towards the car.

“Raymond where are you going?” Dembe asked.

“I’m going to go find Kol.” Red growled.

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bunsbunnybitch · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

anon: i dont think i ever really post anything here, as in fanfics and so yeah, bc i postly at my wattpad in the same name, that is if i ever change it. so quick info: so like this is a project ive been wanting to do ( a blacklist x reader fanfic) and its still in the proccess, but its gonna be out in a rlly long time mosly bc my lazy ass cant do shit and im always procrastinating. and like i also made some plots of my own, change many shit in the timeline to match my own and i sometimes question myself why i make such a big fucking effort to create a goddam fic but then i realize that fanfics are the b a. n e of my existence noone: me: s o LiKe- anyways here is an excerp from the prologue (mind u this is a draft so it sucks ass but im too excited to share it so here ya go)

　❝ THE VILLAINNESS ❞

CURRENT DATE: 1993 //THE BAU CLASS LECTURE// TOPIC: The Missing Kids Case

THE lecture room dimmed and the students instantly tensed at the sound of heels clicking the floor. They were excited; some were appalled, either each of the fact that they happen to be sitting alone with the most known psychologist, or preferably the most mischievous asshole on the planet-from your perspective. As for you, you were positioned near the doorway of the lecture room, gazing down from the higher seats to the lower ones, leaning against the wall as you look classy in your dark academia aesthetic.

It consisted of a long charcoal woolen-coat, and amidst the color were small visible lighter grey hatches, adorned with polished black buttons; and beneath the facade was a black turtleneck shirt tucked into the hem of your gingerbread dress pants, a shade darker than your beige-colored boots. Your hair was styled classily, the 1930s being your sole inspiration, and on your eyes laid black shades that complimented your crimson red lipstick.

The addition to the current dark setting of the room made you a shadow to everyone, an illusion of doubt. Observing the brown-complexioned woman, a smile eased its way into your lips, as she plopped her purse onto the table. Plucking the remote control beside the wooden pen holder, she gave a quick glance around the room before turning the projector on with a click.

"On 1991, two years ago." She started, reverberating firmness and authority just off her tone. You crossed your arms in intrigue, ignoring the beeping vibration from your cell. That asshole, mind the profanity, will find you eventually. " It was a chilly day in December that seven teenagers were kidnapped from their homes. There were no leads-" She held up a finger, ticking off the points like grocery lists, while the heads of many students darted to their notepad, scribbling the information down. "-no evidence, no footprints, no DNA...no nothing. It was as if these children vanished into thin air, exploded into puffs of clouds, and disappeared."

"The locals speculated that this was some child trafficking related case, and thought that it was a bit not much of a problem to solve..." She sighed, crossing her arms, and leaned against the table with a tilt of her head"...they were wrong. It isn't."

There was a click and the slide shifted to another slide, the screen depicted the many faces of the children kidnapped on that day, along with the information on their files. Each of these files had 'missing' stamped on them with blood-red blocks of color, and on the front cover of the beige-colored file, was labeled as 'classified'. You squinted your eyes to gain a better look at it.

"Following the disappearance of these kids," She walked around the room, eyes scanning around the students meticulously like they were criminals, how ironic if you had to guess as one is inherently standing among them. ", their files were later erased from every database their names were embedded in. So, every known fact, every known thing, their background, their family were all erased. 3 months later. The FBI managed to only revive five. Those five children being: Brian Ferguson, Naomi Campell, Joan Whitaker, Henrey Amber, and Allen Jestein. The other two names were permanently erased. And as unfortunate as it seems, we too, without their names, couldn't help those two missing kids."

"We'll only wait for the time being, for them to turn themselves in, that is if they've ever escape the unsub..." She trailed, her look fell and it became somber. "....Or died instead."

Some of the students nodded and some resorted to their laptop again, typing the data furiously down onto their documents. You find it all quite amusing, to say the least.

"They were 17 at that time, very young, lively bright...and they have a life ahead of them." She said, an ounce of pity lacing her tone, but you knew it was all just for show. "However, their disappearances were only reported after Brian's school realized that one of their top-tier students, were missing from his classes. This raises some suspicion among the detectives and the police opted to stop by his home..."

She lowered her gaze and paused for dramatic effect. You shifted the weight to your other foot, once again, ignoring the beeping vibration from your cell. God, an FBI with morals.

"...only to be met with the gruesome image of his family brutally murdered, and his house ransacked." She pressed the remote to show the pictures; the students and you furrowed your brows. It was the young boy's living room, with the exception that the mess had looked liked it was done by the devil.

The wallpapers were partially torn apart, leaving slash-like marks on some of the walls; and on the floor were blood, splattered everywhere, handprints smudging the knob of the doors, on cabinets, the floors, and walls-as if the victims wanted to flee, but they are unable to do so. And they've met their doom. The bedroom was worse, and strictly speaking, it is where the bodies of his parents were laid. You've seen the picture and it was quite gruesome. To save the students their sanity, the woman only showed the kitchen, quickly pressing the button to pass all the grim pictures. She sighed and pressed another button to show various other kinds of rooms from different houses, all with the same vicious intention.

"This too also befell the other five children. Family murdered. House ransacked. Every file and paper burnt." She articulated, nodding along her words. "This act had drove the FBI into a pit of insanity, leading us to question that has been vexing our minds..."

You heard a bang, and the door of the lecture room slammed open from the other side. Sighing you rolled your eyes as police officers spilled into the room, pointing their guns at everyone while scouring the whole place.

"Poor trainees were scared shitless," You thought amusingly, reaching into your pocket to grab your cell.

A familiar blond agent stormed into the room and waved his hands around, presumably instructing the officers per his requests. The professor, obviously displeased by the situation, crossed her arms and trotted up to the man, conversing with him before trailing her eyes to the other entrance of the room. She caught yours, but at first didn't notice, it was when she did a once over that she straightened her back and raised her eyebrows questioningly. You tilted your chin and gave her a small smile, placing a finger against your lips. You dialed a number and placed the beeping phone against your ear, the woman still silent per your request. The man flinched as he felt his phone ringing and picked it up, brows furrowed with annoyance and resentment combined.

"How long did it take you to find me, Donald?" You spoke cooly, once again leaning against the frame. "Was it the chocolate chips or the fedora hat that you despised so much?"

And with that you shut the phone, disappearing amidst the shadow of the room. You heard a shout, and the pitter-patter of footsteps grew louder your way. Does yall like it ^^

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imageneering · 4 years

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THE BLACKLIST

IMAGINE

"This is pointless Reddington!"

"Actually there's someone who can help us."

"And who would he be?"

"Not he, she, Agent Ressler and actually you might know her."

"What's that supposed to mean, I have never seen that woman before."

"Oh as a woman you might haven't Donald but you may recognise her high school year book picture."

Bonus:

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Ups"

Feel free to write this if you're inspired - just tag me or reblog this in it please, thank you.

#imagine #the blacklist #the blacklist imagine #red #raymond reddington #donald ressler #red reddington #reddington #donald ressler imagine #ressler imagine #ressler x reader #ressler x sister!reader #reddington imagine

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chaotic-simping · 2 years

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REQUEST GUIDELINES/FANDOM LIST:

last update: 03.01.2022 2nd August, 2022 14th November, 2022 1st April, 2024

If you want to request something pls give me some more or less specific ideas or a few prompts (link for prompt list).

I'll automatically do platonic relationship and they/them pronouns if it's not specified.

Also, english isn't my first language you've been warned.

What I don't take requests for:

Stuff i might write if im in the mood but probably won't ( There are always going on be warnings ofc)

smut

suggestive stuff

toxic relationships (might appear in a criminal minds fic or something like that, never romantizised)

darkfics

arguments

enemies to lovers

What I don't write in general:

romantizised toxic relationships

rape, incest, pedophilia, age gap (teacher/student as well) etc.

romance for characters under 14 y/o

male reader x lesbian character or female reader x gay character

about poc/trans/mlm struggles - they are obviously very very real but i am white and sapphic (not saying i won't write about characters that are any of these things, i'll do my best to make the reader gender, race, body size etc inclusive.)

What I write:

Character(s) x reader

Gender Neutral/Non-binary!, Female!, Male!reader. Obv gender ≠ pronouns but it's th

Mixed pronouns (ex. they/she), THEORETICALLY neo pronouns?

Background ships

AUs (SOULMATES!!!)

Crossovers (read fandom list)

Platonic, romantic, unspecified or familial relationship

Fandoms/characters:

Star Wars:

Romantic: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, young!Obi-wan,

Ahsoka Tano, Asajj Ventress, Bariss Offi, Rex, Echo, Fives,

Cal Kestis,

Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndylla, Sabine Wren,

Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor,

Din Djarin, Fenec Shnad,

Rey Skywalker, Finn

+more

Platonic: Everyone above, Obi-wan Kenobi, The Bad Batch, The ghost crew, Grogu,

Won't write: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Hux

Ships: Anidala, Barrisoka, Kanera, Finnpoe

Knowledge: All movies, almost all shows/cartoons (except Resistance), books - Master and apprentice, games - started JFO and (barley) SWTOR

Marvel:

Romantic: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop

Platonic: Everyone above, Peter B Parker, Yelena Belova,

Stranger things:

Romantic: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield (s4!), Lucas Sinclair (s4!), Chrissy Cunningham, Barbara Holland rip, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson + more

Platonic: Everyone above, Max (all seasons), Lucas (all seasons), Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, El Hopper, Erica Sinclair, Joyce Byers, Jim Hopper, Murray Bauman, Alexei Smirnoff, Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov, Yuri Ismailov,

Won't write: Billy

Ships: Jopper, Lumax, Elmax, Ronance, Robin/Vickie, Steddie

Knowledge: up to season 4, none books

Arcane:

Romantic: Vi, Jinx, Ekko,

Platonic: Everyone above, almost everyone else

Ships: CaitVi

Knowledge: season 1

Avatar: the last air bender

Please include if you want the reader to be a bender (and what kind) or not

R: Zuko, Suki, Sokka, +more

P: Everyone above, the gaang, Iroh,

Ships: Suki/Sokka, Zukka,

Knowledge: All seasons, almost all comics, live action

The legend of Korra:

R/P: Most characters

Won't write: Kuvira

Ships: Korrasami,

Knowledge: All seasons, all comics

The Dragon Prince:

R: Claudia, Rayla, Soren, Corvus

P: Everyone above, Ezran, Callum, Amaya, Harrow, Gren,

Ships: All canon ships, Sorvus

Knowledge: up to season 4

Sherlock Holmes:

BBC:

R/P: Most characters

Ships: Johnlock, Mystrade,

Enola Holmes:

R/P: Enola,

Criminal minds:

R/P: Elle Greenway, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss

Knowledge: Watching season 6

Heartstopper:

R/P: Most characters, comic or show.

Won't write: Harry and Ben.

Ships: All canon ships; Imogen x me😍 /hj

Knowledge: Comic: 7-13; show: season 1

The Blacklist:

R: Elizabeth Keen, Donald Ressler, Aram Mojtabai, Alina Park,

P: Everyone above, Harold Cooper, Tom Keen, Raymond Redington, Dembe Zuma, Kate Kaplan, Agnes Keen

Knowledge: Season 9

#star wars x reader #star wars imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #arcane x reader #heartstopper imagine #heartstopper x reader #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #elle greenaway x reader

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itscherrylipsforme · 4 months

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Characters I write for

The list is always open to changes. You can ask me if I would write for characters who are not in the list and I will see what I can do. This means author personal favourite

ღ Harry Potter: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Cedric Diggory

ღ Marvel: Bucky, Loki, Druig, Charles Xavier, Logan Howlett, Matt Murdock, Peter Parker and Miguel O'Hara

ღ DC: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne (aged up)

ღ Star Wars: Obi-Wan, Han Solo, Din Djarin, Poe Dameron and Ben Solo

ღ The Hunger Games (I have only read the preque for nowl, sorry): Sejanus Plinth and Coriolanus Snow

ღ The Chronicles of Narnia: Peter Pevensie and Prince Caspian

ღ Stranger Things: Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson

ღ Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray and Duke Shelby

ღ The Umbrella Academy: Ben Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves and Diego Hargreeves

ღ Cobra kai: Robby Keene, Demetri and Miguel Diaz

ღ La Casa de Papel/Money Heist: The Proffesor, Berlin, Rio and Denver

ღ Saltburn: Felix Catton, Oliver Quick and Michael Gavey

ღ Dead Poets Society: Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Knox Overstreet, Charlie Dalton, Steve Meeks and Gerard Pitts

ღ Others: Morpheus (The Sandman), Luke Castellan, Jake Seresin, Minho TMR, Arvin Russell (The Devil All The Time), Paul Atreides, Nicholas Scratch (The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina), Rodrick Heffley, Tom Hansen (500 days of Summer), Dodge Mason (Panic), River Cartwright and Donald Ressler

This account does not support J.K Rowling and her transphobic ideas. Trans women are women

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 2 years

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Imagine getting on Ressler’s nerves...

“You can’t be serious...” Ressler said over the phone call.

You had just done the impossible and felt very successful. Chuckling, you laid back on a plush sofa in Reddington’s safe house, swirling the drink in your hand. “Except that I’m very serious.”

“Y/n, it’s a criminal offence to steal suspects in our custody.”

“Criminal offence? Ressler, you know who I work with, right?” It was common knowledge to the Post Office that you worked with Reddington on the occasion and this was such a time. He needed their suspect and called upon you and your elite skills to smuggle the man out of FBI custody.

Listening to the detective’s silence on the other end, you knew that you had the upper hand and couldn’t help but prod a little at his defeat.

“...you can admit that you’re impressed.” You teased.

The man on the other end scoffed, “You really live in your own world.”

“You’re still part of it, aren’t you?”

~ More imagines here ~

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lil-darhk · 10 months

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Okay but srsly I NEED Ressler fanfics right now because one I'm bored out of my mind and two I need some love from my favourite boy scout.

Can anyone help me out here????

#donald ressler x reader #donald ressler #the blacklist #Donald ressler x y/n

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sprinkleofglitter-cupofcuteness · 5 years

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The Blacklist

If anyone knows where I can find some good Donald Ressler x reader fics I would greatly appreciate it!

#blacklist #donaldressler

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Day Off - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Day Off

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @aprildecker-blog

Word Count: 850 words

Warning(s): none that I can think of

Summary: (Y/n) gets a day off... but that allows for too much time to think about parts of their life that (Y/n) doesn't want to face.

Author's Note: :)

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I had spent the whole day in my own thoughts.

It was a rare day off for the task force. A mission had gone really well but there were no moves to make so we all were instructed to take a day away from the office.

Ressler and I decided to hang out. Working with Raymond Reddington didn't offer a lot of downtime so we both wanted to take the opportunity to catch up on some of the television we've missed.

However, he was coming over until the evening. So I got most of the day dealing with my own thoughts.

Maybe this is a date, I thought.

No.

I could be.

No, he has Liz.

They aren't together.

But he would still pick her before you.

I shook my head, wanting to focus on literally anything else.

That night, I heard a soft knock on my door.

I opened the door and saw Ressler standing there with a smile and a bag of take-out. He wasn't in his usual suit. He was in a long-sleeved shirt- almost a sweater- and a pair of jeans.

"I come barring gifts," he joked. I chuckled, letting him walk in.

"I think you should allow your sense of humor to come out more at work," I said as I shut my front door.

We both sat on the couch.

"I'd be the John Mulaney of the F.B.I," he replied.

I laughed, "Giving yourself a lot of credit there."

He shrugged, "I think I deserve it."

We ate in pretty much silence as we watched our show.

Some time in the middle of the meal, Ressler balanced his container on his lap and placed his arm on the back of my couch. I felt my heart speed up as his thumb accidentally brushed my spine. I tried to keep myself from tensing when he didn't react.

He glanced over and smiled at me. I smiled back.

Soon, we were both done eating. Our take-out trays were on my coffee table and we were relaxed.

Then, I felt Ressler's hand move. It was gentle. Seriously, it was barely there. But it was there. His hand had turned and he was gently tracing part of my spine with the tips of his finger.

I tried not to react because he was still acting like this was completely normal.

Yeah... my attempt to keep from reacting only worked for so long. I felt myself shiver before I could stop it.

"You alright," Ressler asked. My heart dropped a little when he moved his hand away.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I nodded.

He looked at me for another moment, not quite believing me. Still, he just turned back to the TV and allowed me to deal with my internal crisis by myself.

I don't know when he had done it but by the end of the next episode, Ressler was sitting next to me. I was blushing and my heart was racing. I had officially stopped caring about the plot of the show.

In between episodes, Ressler looked at me with a fond smile. I looked back at him with a similar smile. I was going to turn back toward the screen but I was stopped by his hand touching my cheek.

I looked at his face. His eyes were already shut as he leaned in. I looked down at his lips for a moment before letting my eyes fall shut as he kissed me.

I should've pulled back and questioned what was happening but I didn't. I kissed him back slowly, ignoring the sounds of the TV as chills crawled through my body from head to toe.

Ressler slowly leaned back, giving my lips light pecks as he moved back. I opened my eyes to find his blue eyes still so close to me. Our breath was mixing in between us.

"What was that," I asked quietly.

"Most people call it a kiss," he said with a chuckle.

"But... why," I asked as his thumb traced my cheekbone. "What about you and Liz?"

"Me and Liz... what," his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned back a little further and let his hand drop from my face. "(Y/n), that's not a thing. It never has been."

I felt so stupid at that moment that I questioned how I ended up with a job at the F.B.I.

"Honestly, I kinda thought this was a date," he added. I looked down, now feeling especially stupid. "Unless you don't want it to be. Then we can just forget about all of that."

"No," I replied instantly. Probably a little too fast.

Ressler looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

I leaned back over and kissed him again. It was more passionate than the last kiss we shared. I put my hands on his shoulders and his hands grabbed my waist.

"I... I want this to be a date," I mumbled before kissing him again.

I didn't want to ever stop kissing him. It was such a perfect feeling.

"Good," he whispered against my lips.

What an amazing day off. What an amazing date.

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