#NOW RESSLER SAY IT BACK

[witchersmistress]

My little darling

Hello my darlings! here is another kinky prompt request from the lovely @livesinfantasyland,

Summary: Walter the grumpy bear that he is, has to go interview a witness at the last place on earth hed like to be in let alone with a rookie involved

word count: 1.4k

Trigger warning: lap dance, oral male recieveing, bodily fluids, blow jobs, praise kink, daddy kink

  

Walters pov

I am so ready for this fucking night to be over. Slamming my hand on the desk causing my entire desk to rattle. I search for my phone and flip it over, it is a quarter to 11, you're at work by now so i wont have you to go home to. “Marshall” my chief yelled “ My office, now” huffing I pushed back from my desk and stood making my way into his office. “Yes sir, you wanted to see me?” he motioned for me to close the door, shutting the door with my foot. Sitting in the chair in front of me. “ I need your help on the case involving the dead politician. He had a regular spot he liked to frequent and we have evidence that he was there the night he died.” i cocked an eyebrow, “But…” he dropped the folder on his desk with a heavy sigh “You are the only detective i feel comfortable sending here” i grabbed the file and opened it.

Inside was what information we had on the politician, his name was Alex O’Connell age 35. Stuff about his career and how he was next in line to be the senator for Minnesota. I snorted at those as I perused the rest of the file. The lab found some particulate evidence on his lap that they were able to identify as strawberry body glitter, the same type of body glitter that is often used  by the girls at the Showroom. I looked at him “Really sir? Why me?” he let out a loud laugh “Because Marshall you are unfazed by anything. Take Maxwell with you, he could use some entertainment  "I rolled my eyes and stood from my spot “Say no more sir, on my way "I walked out of his office as he continued to laugh. 

Grabbing an empty paper cup i throw it at the back of Ressler’s head, he spun around “What the fuck Marshall” grabbing my coat and phone, “Thats for turning my night into a longer one dickhead. Maxwell with me. Now” he scrambled around at his desk and ran to catch up with me. “Where are we going” he asked when he finally climbed into the car, starting her up “ We are going to the Showroom”  his face blanched and his eyes widened. If he wasn't already seated I'm pretty sure he would have fallen down. Putting the car in drive we took off.

We arrived at the club shortly after 11: 30 pm. Climbing out of the car, and around the side into the building. It was dark and the music was a low thumping beat, the floors rattled with the vibrations of the speakers. Maxwell looked like a deer in headlights as we approached a group of ladies. They were sitting on a stage, there were  4 of them, the redhead in the center of the group, she had her hair pulled back, curled slightly at the end. She had on this beautiful oriental blue lingerie set, with black fishnet thigh highs and black high heels. She tossed her hair back and looked over at us as we approached. She flashed a wicked grin as we showed our badges. “Good evening ladies, I’m detective Walter Marshall and this is my partner Chris Maxwell.” I looked at him, his hands shaking as he held up his badge for them to see. Rolling my eyes i turned back to their leader, “We are looking for the particular girl that uses this stuff” pulling the evidence bag from the folder revealing the small container of strawberry body glitter “ It is called Strawberry Lust Dust” The redhead girl smirked and uncrossed her legs and left them slightly parted “That would be me doll” she stood and sauntered over.

She went to Maxwell first, it was dark here but it wasn't hard to guess that  he was blushing harder than a cherry tomato. “Come with me gentlemen '' she purred as she grabbed Maxwell's tie and pulled him along behind her. I let out at chuckle as we walked down a hallway past a velvet curtain to a private area, she pulled Maxwell to a stop and pushed him back into a chair and summoned me with a come hither gesture and pushed me into the chair before her “That’ll be $60'' maxwell happily handed her the money as she giggled wickedly and began to dance, she straddled my lap, and pushed her breast into my face and giggled “ Ms. I am here to talk about Alex O’Connell.." I trailed off as she climbed off my lap and started swaying her hips to the beat of the music. “ You're not so interested in talking now are you, baby?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me in a seductive manner as she crouched, opening her legs so we could see her run her hands from below the belt up to her neck as she stood and whipped her hair around.

 Clearing my throat, “ Alex O’Connell, he was next in line to be the senator may have been a client of yours ” she turned to face me still swaying her hips “Yea Alex he is a regular what about him?” She put one leg between my thighs and bent over, shaking her ample cleavage in my face, her body shimmering in the low light. Standing back up she continued to dance “We found evidence that you gave him a lap dance the night that he died” i spoke.

“He died? Whoa” she sat down on my thigh and released a heavy breath.”  gave him a couple of dances the Thursday night, he was pretty drunk. He got in a fight and Marcus threw him  both out.” she looked at me to maxwell and back to me “Wait am i a suspect because all i do i gyrate and that has never killed anyone” Maxwell stifled a laugh, i cleared my throat “ Did he get into a fight with the bouncers?” she was tapping her nails on her heel “ No it was another politician, blonde hair, Joey something” Maxwell shot up from his seat “ Joe Evans, he lied to me, we should go talk to him” i nodded and he pointed to the girl on my lap “Then ask her to get up” she smiled wickedly “I think thats going to be kinda awkward isnt it now baby doll” i huffed a laugh “That's my gun” she giggled wickedly “Maxwell wait for me outside” he was hesitant to go “Now Maxwell” he took off without a second glance.

 She stood from my lap and took a few steps back “Amelia” I growled “Come here now” she shook her head at me “Make me Daddy” . She called me from her spot. “Baby girl now” she sauntered towards me, I gripped her by her hips and pulled her onto my lap, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at me. “ I should spank you for that stunt you pulled, your lucky Maxwell has no idea who you are” she pouted at me with those blood red lips “ Fuck, your lips would looks so good wrapped around my cock right now” he gave me a shy smile, leaning back, i pulled out my throbbing cock and began to stroke myself “Now dance for me little one and when i tell you, you better suck down every last drop do you understand 2me?” she nodded and began to dance for me again.

She climbed that pole and danced like she owned that room. Just as I could feel my balls tighten, she climbed off the stage and purposefully bent over and showed me her wet panties. “Get over here now” she turned round and took my cock into her mouth. I wrapped her hair around my fist and the other one around her throat. “Such a good fucking girl” she hummed and started working me with her mouth, doing that thing with her tongue, she sent me over the edge. She continued to swallow me down till I dragged her up my body and devoured her mouth with mine. Pulling away, as she caught her breath “ I’m not done with you yet little one, I’ll see you soon” “Yes sir” she giggled and climbed to her feet giving me a quick kiss on my cheek before she sauntered away to fix the lipstick smeared all over her face. Stopping at the gentlemen's room getting off what I could , I made my way to my truck where Maxwell was waiting for me. Starting the truck and getting ready to leave, I looked at the time 12:30 am. Grabbing my phone i sent her a quick text “Be ready my little darling, you have yet to receive proper punishment”

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

"I'm Right Here"

[Donald Ressler x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: You comfort Ressler during a party

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, panic attacks

Word Count: 500 words

A/N: This man means so much to me. Enjoy!

You were worried about him. He insisted you didn't need to be, but you were still worried about him.

It wasn’t hard for you to see when something was off with Donald Ressler. The way he had been acting tonight—quiet, withdrawn, a little more agitated than usual—was a sign that he wasn’t okay.

The mission was supposed to be a simple one—gather intel, keep an eye on the target, and get out. Nothing too complicated, just a quick operation with minimal risk.

Aram was talking to them through an earpiece, discussing details of the Blacklister’s profile with Keen, while Navabi was keeping her distance, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential threats. You glanced over at them and then back at Ressler. When his eyes darted to the hallway leading out of the main area, you knew he was about to disappear for a bit.

You debated for a second, then quietly made your way toward the back of the house, hoping to find him before he disappeared entirely. It didn’t take long. As you moved down the dimly lit corridor, you finally heard the faint sound of breathing—a little too ragged, a little too uneven.

Slowly, you rounded the corner, and there he was—sitting against the wall, his legs bent at an odd angle, his face buried in his hands.

You stopped a few feet away, unsure of how to approach, but the sight of him like this broke your heart. It wasn’t the strong, confident Ressler you knew. This was someone who was struggling, and it was clear he was fighting to hold it together.

"Ressler," you whispered, approaching slowly. "Hey, talk to me."

He startled at the sound of your voice, looking up at you with wide eyes, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face. "I’m fine," he said, his voice strained. "You shouldn’t be in here."

"You’re not fine," you replied, "I know you better than that."

You sat beside him, your hand resting on his arm. "Breathe. I'm right here."

He shook his head, a small, frustrated laugh escaping him. "I’m supposed to be the one keeping it together. Everyone’s counting on me."

"Everyone’s counting on all of us," you said quietly. "That includes you. But you’re human too. You have limits too Ressler."

There was a long pause, and you could see him struggling with it, trying to push the feelings down, trying to keep the mask on. But it was like the dam had finally cracked, and he couldn’t hold it all in anymore.

"I don’t know what’s wrong with me," he said, his voice small now. In fact, you had never really seen him look so...weak. And you had seen him get shot, stabbed, tortured, a hundred times over.

You moved a little closer, carefully wrapping your arm around him. He leaned into you for a moment, his breath still shaky. He shook slightly under your touch.

"I'm right here Donald," you said quietly.

You didn't say his first name very often, so when you did it was pretty serious.

Because of that, this time, he believed you.

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[writingbyshiloh]

Part 4. Cooper

Series Masterlist

CW: domestic red I think? (possibly) OOC Cooper, FBI!Reader 

AN: I pictured the show to be Euphoria, but no specific details so it can be any show with a drug dealer character. IDK Cooper's official rank and I am scared of spoilers so we just went with the assistant director. Just realized that if you read all the parts back 2 back then they are very similar but also ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. No beta

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Reddington in the post office is a scene that never fails to surprise you. In the early days of the task force, he seems to be there frequently. As the years went, he saw less and less of the walls inside.  He never goes to the post office if he can help it, and you don’t blame him. 

You see Dembe nudge Reddington, a silent indicator for him to start talking about what he needs the team to do this week. 

As Reddington lectures, Liz interrupts and Aram pulls up the supporting documents and photos. Red usually tells Liz the details, and she tells the rest of the team.

You knew a tiny bit. He left shipping documents on his kitchen table a few nights ago while he went to the bathroom. He wouldn’t just leave documents lying around if he didn’t have a reason for you to see them. 

To keep yourself sane you set boundaries. If you're not working, or if someone isn't in immediate danger it is not your problem what Reddington is doing. This came after a series of him dropping clues and waiting for you to put the details together. 

You still listen, minus a few instances where you zone out thinking about Reddington's suit, waiting for the shipping documents to make some sense to you, but nothing yet. 

“Liz, you go with Reddington to the shipping docks. You two” Cooper points at you and Ressler “see what you can find with -” 

“I’ll go Ressler” Elizabeth cut in. 

Everyone turns to look at Liz. 

“I’ll go with Reddington” you suggest, pronunciation wobbly. You’re so used to Red, the “ington” feels off. 

“That was fast on the jump” Red notes, once you were out of the earshot of the group, preparing to go to the docks. 

You shrug. “It's so nice out. And I can not get caught in a fight between you two.” 

Red and Liz fighting always makes you feel like you’re in the middle. Liz would sometimes rant to you about Reddington, which never fails to make you feel like a bad friend.  On the other hand, Red keeps his thoughts about Elizabeth to himself in times like these. 

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“Do you understand it yet?” Reddington asks. 

You frown. You both have been walking around the docks for an hour, trying to find something on this week's blacklist. Technically, you’re looking for clues, Reddington is watching you, trying to see the exact moment you put the pieces together. 

You admire how he pushes you to do your best, to get better at both your job and thinking like him, but now it’s on your nerves. Having elected to ignore him, you exaggerate checking the number on the shipping container. 

“My god, you agents are so meticulous. You don’t need every number from every crate.” Red observes. 

“I’m not taking every number, just what I think is important.” 

“That seems to be the majority, dear.” 

You shoot him a look over your shoulder due to the use of the pet name in the field. 

He puts his hands up in surrender, but he is smiling. 

You’re saved from a reply by your phone, Aram calling with no doubt some important information. 

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 That night, Reddington visits you. He says he can't spend the entire night but has a few free hours. You don't know what he has to do before or after your time together, but it's not your problem. 

“Do you watch this every week?” Reddington asks, glancing at your television.

“Yeah. We talk about it at work,” you respond, placing your water on the table, and settling onto your couch next to him. 

“Who’s everyone?” 

“It started as me ‘nd Aram but then Samar started watching with him. I think Liz is in season one. Dembe too maybe?”

You tip your head against his shoulder, feet propped up on your coffee table as the show started playing the introduction. He had one of your pens (technically a pen you took from work) in his hand while he mulls over one of his crossword puzzles? Sudoku? Sudoku with words? Red showed you once how it works and once was enough. 

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“That's no way to run a drug business!” 

You turned your head to the side to look at him, now sitting on the edge of your seat watching the show. 

“I thought you weren't watching.” 

“I wasn’t, but this is ridiculous!” he huffs. “He's not even marking up the price at all? And his storage? I mean it is ridiculous! No wonder the police were called.” 

“He's just a minor character” 

“For running a business like that he should be!” 

“Just watch the show.” 

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You were happy to go into the post office today, if only for a chance to talk to Aram about the show.  

“Did you see the new episode?” Aram’s words hit you before you even left the elevator. 

“Of course! I didn't see the big arrest coming. And that fight?!” 

Aram walks with you to the central part of the floor, the rest of the team waiting, both you and Aram dying to talk about yesterday's episode. You catch Reddington in the office out of the corner of your eye and can’t resist winding him up. 

“I can’t believe the arrest! Forgot the rest of the prom, I thought he was going to keep dealing drugs for the whole show,” you exclaim, slightly too loud to make sure Red can hear. 

‘My god, he was the worst drug dealer I've ever seen. Ressler would do better!” Reddington jokes. Aram's head snaps to him. 

“Mr. Reddington, I didn’t know you watched the show!” 

“How far along are you?” you chime in. 

“My beloved watches it. I caught a few minutes.” Red smoothly deflects.

You freeze, never hearing him call you that before, but you like it. 

“Do you want to join our text chain?” Aram eagerly asks. 

Cooper saves Reddington from telling the task force that he doesn’t know how to use a cell phone. 

The assistant director launches into some of the information that the team rounded up yesterday. Numbers you took note of pop up and you make a mental note to tell Red “I told you so”, no doubt knowing that he wants to tell you the same, for taking too many numbers. 

Once everyone is back up to speed and assignments are dolled out, Cooper catches you at your desk. “I need to speak to you in my office.” 

You nod and follow him while you feel anxiety roll in your stomach. It could be good news but you can’t think of anything good. More bad news flashes through your mind as you climb the stairs. You could be suspended, fired, or anything else due to Reddington. And there was that one time you made a questionable decision in the field which could be coming back to bite you. 

“Close the door, please,” Cooper asks quietly. 

You nod, the door firmly shut as you sit, forcing body language to act neutral and calm. 

“I wanted to talk to you about fieldwork.” Cooper starts. You force yourself to make eye contact and not start fiddling with anything on his desk. 

“You’ve been going into the field with Reddington more. Any reason?” 

“Can I be honest?” you ask, trying to come up with something to say. 

“Please.” Cooper leans forward in his chair, awaiting your response. 

“It makes me uncomfortable when Agent Keen and Reddington fight. I felt that if I go with him yesterday, then they could cool off.” 

“Uncomfortable how?” 

You sigh. 

“Like, he killed Sam, and then she faked her death to get away from him, and no one knows how or if they’re related…” You train off, not enjoying thinking of reasons Red and Liz fight, but more than happy to if you can keep your job. 

Cooper nods, understanding. There's an unspoken feeling in the post office when they fight. 

“And do you mind? Going into the field with Reddington.” 

“Not as much as the fighting.” 

Cooper nods again, posture more relaxed before he continues. “I noticed you’ve been working less.” 

Your face reacts before you could try to stay neutral. Of course, Cooper would notice. You’ve lost track of the number of times he turned off the lights at the post office before he leaves late at night and you had to scramble in the dark to turn them back on again. 

“I’m sorry, I can start staying later again.” You say, trying to fumble your way through apologizing. 

Assistant Director Cooper holds up his palms for you to slow down. 

“Your hours are fine. Is everything okay with you?” 

The question shouldn’t take you by surprise. Things are more fun with Reddington as part of your life, but there's more stress. The stress of hiding the relationship mostly, especially from Liz.

“I, uh, started seeing a guy recently? So I have a reason to spend time outside the post office?” you want to speak in sentences but you’re nervous in case this is a leadup to something else.

He nods like he understands. 

“I’m happy for you. Now we just need to get Ressler a girl.” 

You both share a smile, while you silently thank your lucky stars. 

“Is there anything else, sir?” you ask, arms ready to push you up and out of your chair. 

“No, that's all. Thank you.” 

You nod and get up. “Do you want me to leave the door open?” 

“You can close it. Thanks.” 

You pull the door shut behind you and glance down at the post office. Does Red also get hit with this stuff? You wonder. You’ll have to tell him later, once the case concludes. 

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[katarinas-redemption]

Season 1 Red's Cryptic Clues in Retrospect with Red is Katarina POV.

All of those season 1 cryptic lines from Red that we we weren’t sure what they meant at the time are now clear.

Spader: If it’s done the way we intend, once we reach the inevitable end of the series, you’ll look back and you’ll realize that there

were things you found out along the way that you weren’t sure how to process and all of a sudden those things will connect.

Warning: Lots of “Fluff” stuff ahead. 🥰

1.01 - [Red’s reaction when he meets Liz in the pilot.]

1.01 - Red: You got rid of your highlights.

1.01 - [Red: Oh, I think you’re very special.

1.01 - Red: but if anyone can give me a second chance it’s you.

Criminals are notorious liars ⬇️

1.02 - Interviewer:?Before Monday of last week, did you have, Or have you ever had personal contact with elizabeth keen? Red: No. Ressler: He's lying.

1.02 - Red: Fine. You can be my daughter.

(The truth boldly stated out loud).

1.02 - [Liz: Why am I so important to you?

Red just looks at her and smiles. The expression alone speaks volumes.

1.03 Liz: Did you know my father? Have the two of you met somehow?

Red: I wish the answer were as simple as

the question seems. But the truth is, the question isn't simple, either.

1.03 - Liz: But you… this is all you have.

1.03 - Red: I have you.

1.04 - Red calls her “Lizzy”.

Dialogue from an early DRAFT PILOT not aired: RED: What do you see, Lizzy?

(Liz). She blinks at Red. Only Tom calls her Lizzy.

1.04 - Like a mom. The Stewmaker. [Gif]

1.05 - Red: That’s my girl!

1.07 - Red: Every cause has more than one effect. Say what you will about Frederick, but someone who's willing to burn the world down to protect the one person they care about ... that's a man I understand. Liz: Is that meant to be directed at me?

1.07 - Red: You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand? With a breath of air, they disappear.

1.08 Sam: I need to tell Lizzy. Red: No. Sam: I know what we agreed, but before I go, I have to tell her. Red: I can't let you do that.

1.10 - [Anslo Garrick Conclusion.]

[Red trades his life for Liz’s.]

1.14 - MADELINE: The girl, tell me about her. Red: What would you like to know? Madeline: How did you pick her? Red: Fate.

1.17 - You spent days building that damn thing. You knew about the song. My father. You knew I'd find out the truth. And you wanted me... To know that everything is going to be okay. [You're going to be okay.]

1.22 - Red: So Sam... took the little girl in, and he raised her as his own... always sheltering her from the truth about her biological father. Liz: And that's why you killed him.

Sam: I killed Sam because he was in pain and he wanted to die and because I had to protect you from the truth. Liz: What truth?

From Elizabeth Keen’s Dossier:

Despite all the answers he promised, most of all I just wanted my life back. A normal life. But the more he revealed, the more I realized my life was never normal. My childhood, my husband, even my path to the FBI. Everything I thought I knew about myself was a lie. My life was never really mine. Reddington had always been in it. Manipulating me from the shadows. I assumed that one day I’d ask the RIGHT QUESTIONS. That one day Reddington would give me the ANSWERS. Finally give me the truth. As much as I wanted him gone, part of me assumed he’d always be there, because he always had been.

[ultrahpfan5blog]

The Blacklists ends in an expectedly uninteresting and lethargic way....

The Blacklist season 10 has felt off right from the very beginning. There just feels like there hasn't been a purpose to this season apart from saying that the show reached 10 seasons and having some sort of ending. But there wasn't any real drive in the season. The initial hope was that the drive would be in returning Blacklisters teaming up against Red and the task force, but that storyline fizzled out very fast. The final arc also felt fairly by the numbers and ended the season and series in a way that was unsatisfying but also completely expected. There hasn't been any narrative drive in the show for years now, and it has never felt like the writers had any specific endgame in mind, and that is how it felt. The show rendered the task force members to be rather toothless. At no point for years have the task force been able to one up Red. The finale should have concluded with Ressler catching up with Red and then Red dying, instead of using the weird Bull metaphor they introduced in season 10 to kill Red, that never made much sense to me. I think Harold Cooper suffered the most as a character because he spent the entire season being so indignant that Red kept conning them, as if he hadn't done that a 100 times. There was no real closure to any of the characters. Aram never returned after the season premiere. We don't know what happened to Cooper, Ressler, Dembe, Siya, Herbie etc... We just have to assume things. The show should have given some closure for the first 3 characters at least. I mean, Ressler came back to the FBI because of The Blacklist being Liz's calling and wanting to not have her death be the end. What would he do now given there is no more task force and no more Reddington? I can assume that Cooper retired, and Dembe maybe goes and reunites with his daughter. But still, just a montage showing what the characters are doing would have been nice. I never expected any further info about Red's identity because I feel they gave the answer in the season 8 finale without coming out and directly saying it, and it isn't important anymore anyways. There was a nice monologue by Dembe in the finale, which was well acted, and there were some nice scenes with Reddington with various characters, and I liked that Ressler is the one to finally find Reddington at the end and we see him put Red's hat on Red's body as a sign of respect, but all in all, an underwhelming end to an underwhelming season, to a show that was great for about 6 seasons, before it started treading water.

[raymond-reddington-ruminations]

Thoughts about 10.20, no spoilers.

I'm finding it really hard to talk about this one. If I sat down and imagined exactly what was going to happen, I probably would have imagined something like this. And I have a few ideas about how it might go in the next two episodes. I'll say it again, predictability is fine if the story is well told, and it is well told.

Well except for one part. Weecha might be right in her assessment of her own character, but I believe she's very much wrong about Reddington's. We know him better than she does. We've seen him live that life. And there's no magic between them. Just convenience, even lifestyle kind of convenience. Red needs to try a little harder, have a bit more ambition in his personal life than just what is convenient and easy to hand.

I love seeing Edward, finally. That was fun, especially knowing that he's been the director of so many episodes of the Blacklist.

The conversation with Brimley was hilarious, as all conversations with Brimley are. I was kind of surprised by the stuff that Red said, and exactly what Tadashi's role was in this episode. I was kind of expecting both of those interactions to go more like what that conversation with Hedy ended up being. So that surprised me.

I really feel for Harold and the team. They really have been in an impossible situation. The government made this deal, and then turned a blind eye to how it was actually achieved while reaping the rewards. Harold and team had to face up to how things were actually accomplished, and decide whether it was worth it or not. So now they're left holding the bag. And again they're in an absolutely impossible position.

I can't see how Dembe's life continues as it has been. No matter what they promise, he's going to be the first one to get hit with the blame game. Fortunately, I think he'll see it coming and act accordingly. I may get my wish for Dembe's ending after all. And LOL at Dembe's suggestion for the next Blacklist case. Another head Cannon of mine come true.

Resslers' story finally hit a major point that I did think was coming as well. I'll be curious to see how this drives him. He's kind of the wild card in all this. I don't know which way he'll lean. Well, I think I know where he'll end up, but he may take a while getting to that point because of tonight's event.

But what the hell does Harold do? I mean his job, obviously, he doesn't really have a choice, but what about Agnes? There are ties there that cannot be broken.

Siya at least has an easy out. I think she can just go home. She isn't officially one of them, and her bosses can just call her back.

I wonder if Herbie is in over his head and can't swim. I hope not. I hope he comes up with something clever to get out of this.

So here we are. 2 hours left. I don't know exactly how they're going to go, but I have my hopes and my dreams. I'm still very unhappy that we're here. I think the show had a lot of life left in it, and they could have proven that if they had just been a little bit more focused on intense character stories that they're very capable of telling. I think they've kept it too emotionally controlled.

By rights the last episode should be pulling together the mystery story that we've watched and wondered about for 8 years, but I don't think that's going to happen. So many unanswered questions. I really hope that the creators find a way to address that. It's kind of old school to write a book or comic book about a prematurely canceled TV series to finish it off, but that would be something I'd very much welcome at this point.

Well, once more on to the breach.

[kiss-my-freckle]

My season 10 prediction for Agnes.

I’ll try to make this as short as possible, but it’s been 6 seasons since Agnes was first brought into the show. I believe they aged her against their timeline for the sake of their religious aspect, and are returning to Lady Ambrosia’s episode.  

The age of religious maturity. Bat Mitzvah. The  end of adolescence. Lady Ambrosia. Rebirth, transformation, Red and Little Red. 

Red: Do you really want your child to pay the price for that mistake for the rest of his or her life?

Red has a term for this. It’s called a sin eater. 

Red: I’m a sin eater. I absorb the misdeeds of others, darkening my soul to keep theirs pure. That is what I’m capable of. 

Liz was the one considering giving her child up for adoption. 

Liz. I’m thinking about giving the baby up for adoption.

Ressler was the one completely against it. 

Ressler: I’m not saying it’s easy, but I’d never give up my kid for adoption.

Agnes is written with two different outcomes. One to parallel the very dead real Red, like those children in Lady Ambrosia. This is where “Little Red” Riding Hood comes in. Liz parallels Katarina due to her second memory wipe. That’s where Tom Keen comes in. 

Dom: For most people, baptism comes early. My daughter had to wait half her life to be reborn.

Aram: In fact, I was at your christening. You couldn’t have even been a - a few months old.

The age of religious maturity for girls is 12. like Anya in Lady Ambrosia. 

Tatiana: She's an angel.

Cooper: She’s 11.

Shuster: She’ll be… transformed.

Liz: I’ll be… transformed.

Liz: Speak of the devil. It's the devil.

Liz: I’m expecting a little devil of my own.

This is where Laurel Hitchin comes in. 

Hitchin: Hand to God, how amazing was Saturday? I know I’m his mom, but Philip’s Bar Mitzvah - cutest thing ever. Although my idiot husband did order 500 extra swag bags, so one for you, one for you -

Hitchin: The mint-chocolate candies are a little stale, but the red-velvet cake pops - to die for.

Ressler is the idiot husband who had red-velvet cupcakes with Liz on her birthday in The Longevity Initiative. 

Samar: What should I call you - my idiot boyfriend or my idiot husband?

Samar: I’m sorry. Excuse me. Could you help us? My husband is a complete idiot.

Liz: Hey, guys, what you got? Aram: A birthday card and 31 red-velvet cupcakes. Uh, well, uh, 30. I couldn’t resist. When are you coming back?

I believe Keenler baby will be revealed. 

Ressler: All this to hide an unwanted pregnancy? Who’s the mother? Pastor Darvis: There is no mother. I gave birth to Luke myself. 

Liz: Oh, my God. You’re not carrying a child. You’re carrying drugs?! Alexandra: I fell at the airport. I think maybe -  Maybe the package ruptured.

Ressler: The drug test came back negative. I’ve been reinstated, but, um– Park: But what? Ressler: The hormonal levels in my readings, they were irregular.

Red referred to Ressler as the second-string quarterback. Next thing you know, he’s seeing a sports doctor for his drug/pregnancy test. 

Ressler: What does that mean? Red: I mean - that if this were the high-school prom, she’d be the pretty loner standing on the sidelines, and you’d be the second-string quarterback guzzling down the punch, hoping to cop a feel off her during “Stairway to Heaven.”

Ressler: Is that even possible? Dr. Francis: I spent a decade as a team doctor for pro athletes. Believe me, when you’re playing for your next contract, anything’s possible. Those guys want it so badly, they’re willing to do anything. Are you?

Correction for both of them. 

Doctor: What it means is, you were pregnant.

Hannah Hayes, Marko Jancowics, The Avenging Angel. It’s not safe to assume Tom is the father. Better to actually know for sure, considering it took three DNA tests for Liz to find out her biological father was dead and buried. One in 4x7, one in 4x22, and one in 5x22.

Back to their religious aspect, Agnes now nearing 12, and the fact that 10 is the final season. Red is likely to die, leaving behind a criminal empire worth a great deal of money. As Agnes’ father, the discs meant for Liz would fit Ressler.

Red: You will have one blind spot, one weakness that can’t be willed out of you. And that’s Agnes. I have no advice for you there. All I can tell you is, uh - do your best, and hold on to that like it’s the last thing in your heart.

Dembe is now an FBI agent working alongside Ressler. This is how both Red’s granddaughter and Dembe’s granddaughter will become the new Red and Dembe. 

Dembe: Raymond! Ours is a friendship forged once in this life and again in the next. Goodbye, my brother.

Not like brothers, but like sisters - as they push to reveal Red is Katarina.  

Vasilia: The only thing that could change my mind is you bringing her back.

Liz: No matter what happens, I love you to the moon and back.

I’m fully predicting that Ressler and Agnes will find out they’re father and child, and they’ll have a reunion that mirrors Vasilia and Anya. I believe that’s why they’ve yet to actually give them a scene together. They’ve been keeping them apart for the sake of emotional impact. 

Vasilia: How did you find me?

From finding Liz. 

Aram: That’s right - Keen. K-E-E-N. First name’s Elizabeth.

To finding Agnes. 

Red: You were wrong about him once. What makes you so sure you’re not wrong this time?

That’s right - Ressler. R-E-S-S-L-E-R. First name’s Agnes. 

Red: R–O–M–E–O Romeo.

Another Theo was added to storyline in Ressler's S9 episode. Agnes is nearing 12 years old, the end of adolescence. Just listen to Red's story to Vasilia, and picture Wujing breaking Shuster out of prison.

Red: And old Zeeb had been signing, “My wife, my daughter, my life.” Six words, unspoken, convinced that guard to let us go.

Dead wife, dead child...

I suspect an attempted suffocation. Like Liz and the cellophane in 5x8. Like the bag Theo suffocated Ethan’s mother with. 

"Share it with someone special."

"I’ve been saving this for a special occasion."

"Oh, I think you’re very special."

My prediction: Wing Yee's and red-velvet cake pops to die for.

Time for Agnes’ 12th birthday, for Wing Yee’s and red-velvet cake pops to die for. All of it tying in Ressler’s sad flower of weddings past. Because Liz didn’t want to marry Tom. She wanted to marry the father of her child. [x]

[matan4il]

You had an anon mention slow burns and also Luke and Lorelie. Firstly I agree with the messiness of S5a and S6a. I wrote to you a few weeks ago its just messy timelines and I hope if they get S7 they stop this pacing. I don't know alot about the other ships but I believe in Luke and Lorelie supremacy. However..... no joke it was torture watching it real time pre-tumblr.

Listen, it took them 5 seasons to get together. Really only one season of drama free being together. They spent more time married to other people then spent together. We got the pay off in the last 5 minutes of the finale. We won, so yeah. But that shit was torture every week. Tumblr posts would have been a mess back then if it was the same now.

And I bring all this up to get to my point. I sustained it all because I was relatively certain that this straight couple would make it, I was supposed to root for them. They were at the basis each other's rocks. Buck and Eddie still are straight or the very least believe the other is. That's not just angst to get over, that's a sexual identity crisis to get over.

And hopefully like Gilmore Girls they will. One day I can rewatch the same way I do now. Spoiler alert, wanted to cry when she married Chris in Paris, now I can throw popcorn at it and laugh. Just kidding, I still FF that part.

But again, I'm like you I can't promise it will go Canon. If it doesn't its because they are cowards. However in alot of ways there is a stronger case for Buck and Eddie being soul mates rather then Luke and Lorelie. Again I love L&L but still they were messy and heartbreaking to watch.

Hi lovely Nonnie! Thank you so much for the ask. As well for keeping up with my blog and repeatedly writing to me. I appreciate the vote of confidence! ;)

As for Gilmore Girls, I have to confess that while I’ve seen an ep here or there (I never got to see them in sequence, as you’re meant to, so I never got into the swing of things. I’ve seen enough to know some basic stuff, but not much more than that). So I can’t comment on Luke and Lorelai’s love story beyond the fact that they were OBVIOUS. I could see them coming from the first sec I saw them in a scene together. They were ALWAYS going to happen. The show couldn’t have been clearer about it. And yeah, this is what a slow burn means, if we’re being honest. A lot of torture along the way, because it’s meant to make the pay off at the end that much sweeter. Does it actually manage to do it? The answer varies between ships, and probably between fans of the same ship, too. But that’s the principal, the road is usually bumpy, some parts of it are delicious angst and pining, and screaming about how these bozos still don’t get it, but yeah, some parts of it are not that fun to travel.

My deepest sympathies for going through all of that for Luke and Lorelai! I hear you, and I hope you still got to enjoy at least some of the pay off at the end of it all. I know how you feel. I went through 8 seasons for Keenler (BEWARE! SPOILERS for The Blacklist), and I can count the moments they were actually together on... let’s be generous and say two hands. But stupidly, it works. I treasure the moments that I did get all the more ‘coz I love how long and patiently and without demand Ressler waited for Liz. They had their messiness as well, but God, he loved her so profoundly. To see her realizing that and reciprocating his feelings was beautiful and worth it, even though I will forever wish they had more time together. But to tell you it was fun along the whole way? No. The parts of the story where Liz got back together with Tom were hell, seeing her re-committing herself to him was awful because HE was awful, in general and to Liz (so it wasn’t just as a Keenler shipper that I couldn’t stand that part of the show), and even when he was gone, there were almost two seasons where I survived on essentially one scene of comforting (but seemingly casual and platonic) touch. Slow burn is NOT for the faint of heart.

And you know what I love the most, Nonnie? Is that bit you threw in about Luke and Lorelai still having less in the way of ‘soulmate material’ than Buddie. Because I can actually make a LONG list of CANON couples that I absolutely ADORE that this is true for. And that’s exactly why we keep saying that if Buck or Eddie were a woman, they’d be inevitable, right?

Thank you again, have a great day! As always, here’s my ask tag. xoxox

[midnightfunk]

As I be reading this I was taking an back by this hear dude making funny of ma other dudes iq all because he done wrote succession instead’ve secession.

I was all, “Duuuuude mon. Whoa!!”

Like, be attacking this Ann Rand chick one second, then flip the script and attack the other dude when he’s like, “ I don’t be riding with her!”

Its as if the principal was never the pointe! You no how you be watching ressling and the one ressler be scoring points on techniquealities and stuff, and you be thinking he gone win, but the other dude gone head and stuplex the snarky one and be like, “Pointe that, DICK!” And like, e’en tho it be rude to up and call someone a dick and all, you be like, “Yeah, that’s dude really was a dick, tho. Ida stuplexed him to.”

So like, whatevs. That got me thinking about Kevin McCarthy. Like, he scoping his pointers and all NOW, but you no he gone be like stuplexed soon enough and everyone be like, “Dick. Deserved it and shit.”

Any way, dig this hear.

Oh and, to like, all the dicks and what not, you know who you is. And even if you don’t be noing, we does.

I like how invariably the NPC reaction to secession is either: A) "Lincoln settled that by killing the last people who tried" or B) "you are the real welfare drags on our budget, leave and suffer." Basically "if you don't want to submit to my peaceful democracy I'll shoot you" and "my politicians suck at repatriating my tax dollars" Good own...

[love-is-fiction]

in which Liz’s eyes say ‘I love you’ before she does

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

A Case They’ll Like

Characters: Raymond Reddington x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: None.

Summary: You and Reddington drop by the ‘Post Office’ to deliver a delicious case to the team...

Reddington looked around the Post Office and chuckled at the various personnel wandering about doing their jobs. He hadn’t paid a physical visit in so long that he almost forgot how much they reminded him of worker ants.

He leaned over to you, ready to repeat his thoughts when you spoke first. 

“Don’t compare them to worker ants today.” You advised with a small shake of the head.

Reddington couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the comment and bite his tongue as you both approached your favourite team of agents.

“A house-call?” Ressler smirked. “To what do we owe this displeasure?”

His sarcasm was noted by the criminal and Ressler found himself pinned under a very unamused glare.

“Donald, if you want to continue this partnership then I’d suggest toning it down.”

Noticing the way that the agents smile dropped slightly, you shot Ressler a quick wink before tapping your hands on the table and drew attention to yourself.

“I know you’re wondering why we’re here, but I think you’ll really like this one.”

Reddington clapped his hands, rubbing them together and laughed. “Oh, boy - I recently learned that the Great Star of Africa was being transported back to England. I had organised a heist to lift it at the docks before it reached its destination but when my people got there, the shipment was missing.”

There was the sound of speed typing from behind Aram’s computer and the large screen lit up to display a large tear-drop shaped diamond beside the Crown Jewels.

“You want us to help you steal that?” Elizabeth scoffed and Reddington shook his head.

“Good heavens, no. My sources say that the lucrative Prism Brothers have a hand to play in this so I’m meeting with a contact at the Como Shambhala Estate in Ubud to get their location.” He explained and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out two rectangular pieces of paper. “And as it so happens...”

You smiled brightly, eyes glimmering with anticipation. “Here it comes.”

“I was kind enough to pick up two extra passes - so which of you want to take a spa day?” Reddington asked as he gently waved the tickets. The man then quickly added that it had all been approved by the director in case they had any qualms in regard to their jobs over the next two days.

Elizabeth smiled at how excited Reddington was but then sighed, “As much as I’d love to join you on this little ‘retreat’ in Bali - I can’t leave Agnes without a nanny.” She replied, reminding everyone that her duty to her daughter came first.

Turning to the woman, Reddington gasped as if he had forgotten something. “Ah yes, I have a solution for that.” He gestured to his side and you sent a small wave to Elizabeth. “Y/n’s staying grounded while I’m away and, from what I hear, Anges adores Y/n.”

“I can’t just expect them to drop everything and...” Elizabeth began to argue but you stepped forward.

“Honestly Liz, I was going to order in and watch movies until Red got back. Staying with Agnes is a much better plan and besides, you deserve a small break.”

Elizabeth went quiet as she considered her response. She trusted her daughter with you more than Reddington so she knew that Agnes would be kept safe. Plus, two days away would help her focus on a strategy to find Ilya Koslov.

“Okay, I’ll come along.” The agent finally replied. 

Reddington chuckled and looked around at the others.

“Excellent. Who else?” He wondered aloud, eyes landing on Ressler.

The blonde-haired agent realised and quickly shook his head. “Parks and I have a lot of paperwork to get through after your last Blacklister. Why don’t you take Aram? He could do with a spa day.”

The man behind the computer swallowed nervously as all eyes turned on him.

“Well, I do enjoy the occasional sauna.”

Reddington was grinning now that this has been sorted. “Wonderful, I’ll have Dembe pick you all up tomorrow morning so pack light.”

Masterlist here

[writingbyshiloh]

Rough Week (18+ only)

AN: I left it up for a part 2, not sure if I'll write it though. Also not loving the title so it may be changed at a later point. The tag list is at the bottom

Warnings: Blackmail, killing mention, implied sex (part 2 would probably be more explicit, but 18+ now to be on the safe side). Not beta read

Word Count: 0.7k

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It was not your day. Not even your week. A bad call while working a case and car problems made you want to lie in bed for years. More than that you wanted a win. 

You figured out the clues and connections with this week's blacklist faster than anyone else on the team. That gave you enough confidence to think you could bring them in. 

Reddington didn't seem to notice your bad mood. The flirting remained the same, even if you got snippy with him. A quiet “good morning, gorgeous” or gently touching your hand or arm to get attention. An eye roll from your side or a sharp comment when he got on your nerves. 

---

He was in the elevator at the same time as you, a common occurrence most days. 

“Hello, beautiful.” he greeted you. You frowned slightly before turning to face him, challenging all your anger into this moment. 

“Do not bring your Reddington bullshit tonight,” you snapped. 

He cocked his head, slightly amused at your request. 

“What is my Reddington bullshit?” he parroted back. 

Without warning, you grabbed his tie and pulled him close. 

“I do not know who you are, but you’re not the real Raymond Reddington.” you sneer yanking the tie for more emphasis. He didn’t seem annoyed or surprised like you thought, but like he was enjoying himself. 

“I’m not?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Raymond Reddington does not have A negative blood. You do because you gave blood to Ressler.” 

“I’m a universal donor.” 

“Okay. But B positive is not a universal type. It is the real Reddington type.” You retorted briefly, wondering if your blackmail was doing anything.

“Understand?” you snapped.

You released his tie, trying to tuck it back into his vest while smoothing the wrinkles you caused. He tipped his head back, considering the offer. You brought your eyes to his face trying to understand what he is thinking. 

What you found in his eyes was not fear or embarrassment that you discovered his secret. It was lust. 

Your stomach swooped at the thought while the elevator announced your arrival at your floor. You forced yourself to drag your eyes off his and leave the elevator without looking back. 

---

The mission was good. So good that even Ressler congratulated you. But that was not the congratulations you wanted. 

Reddington left before the mission started, saying something about preparing for a date that evening. You felt a twinge of jealousy and disappointment, wondering if he fabricated the date to avoid being in the way of your mission. 

Given that it was the middle of the week, the post office put off celebration drinks in favour of sleep. Which was fine with you, you skipped hours of sleep that week while trying to dig out more information on Reddington, such as figuring out the discrepancy in the blood type. 

You pushed open the door to your apartment, immediately entering a state of high alert at an unknown object on your coffee table. 

On reflex you scanned the dark room, gun drawn.

Your floor lamp clicked on, illuminating the man you wanted to see on your couch and the object on your coffee table. It was a bottle of wine and a note set in front. You lowered your weapon but still kept your guard up.

“No Reddington bullshit tonight.” He said, standing to greet you before resuming his seat on your couch. His coat and hat were on your coat stand, indicating that he was been there for a while. 

“Makes me wonder if I wasted my blackmail,” you said walking over to him. Sparing a glance at the note card, you could make out something about being a brilliant and great job. 

He hummed, thinking over your words. 

“I’m sure you'll find another opportunity.” 

You bit your lip, thinking about what to do next. The flirting, your blackmail coupled with his reaction, and the fact that he was here. There was something between the two of you that you couldn't deny. 

You closed the distance until you were standing in front of him. His hands went to your hips, gently pulling you down until you are straddling his lap. 

Resorting to tricks you already knew he liked, you grabbed his tie to make him sit up straighter. His lips parted and you saw the same expression as before - lust.  

A knowing smirk graced your lips. 

“You like it when I blackmail you.” 

You practically could see the gears turning in his head, twisting his lips as he thought. 

“Why do you say that?”

“I’ve seen you kill others for less. Besides” You gently rock your hips to gauge his reaction. 

“You’re enjoying this”.

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Tag list: @aya-daydreams, @horrorqueen22 , @rhepworth (lmk if you want off the list too)

[ultrahpfan5blog]

I find Cooper's indignation over being tricked by Reddington to be so funny. The task force in general is always acting surprised that Reddington has his own agenda. My frustration with The Blacklist for a while has always been that the Task Force is made to behave like fools. You would think that Cooper, Ressler, and Dembe, people who have worked with Reddington for close to a decade, much more in Dembe's case, would know that if Reddington wants to kill Wujing, his plan will involve killing Wujing, no matter how much Cooper says that they want to arrest him. So their surprise just tickled me, as much as it left me groaning over how dumb they are written to be. I did enjoy this latest episode more than any in recent memory. I honestly don't know what the back half of the season will be about. Will it truly be the task force now hunting Reddington. Or will there be some new villain? I'm glad that Wujing is not the big villain for the entire season because I was underwhelmed by him overall.

[raymond-reddington-ruminations]

Season 10 wishlist number 5.

Whelp, it's B-day. 

And I'm still not ready for it. But, if wishes were horses here's what I'd want from the characters who are gone in the final season.  Why not?

Katarina-we never really got to know her. Things were said about her personality that we never saw in ourselves. And I figure the reason for that is it would give too much away. So I'd like to see some flashbacks to her story and how she came to be herself, and who she was personality wise. What she wanted out of life. What she was like when she was happy, and going through transition. And this would involve...

Dom-interestingly, I think Dom said pretty much all he needed to say to tell us what he felt about our Red and why. We just didn't have the context to understand it. So I'd like to see him straight up saying the quiet part out loud. It will be ugly, but it needs to be confronted.  Flashback or more ghost appearance, both would work.

Kaplan-the loss of friendship between Kaplan and Red is one of the great tragedies of the show. I would like to see another conversation between them. This would be similar to Liz talking to Kaplan after her death, or Red's conversation with Katarina in cape may. I'd like to see Red get some things out to someone who knew everything and was willing to hurt him in the worst imaginable way.

Tom-I'm convinced he knew more. Looking at the DNA report for the bones could not have been enough for him to figure it out. Liz eventually got to see it and she didn't figure it out. So Tom had more context. I believe Tom initially saw the DNA test Liz did on the sly in season 1, and I believe it said that this was Liz's biological parent.   I want to see flashbacks to that.

Liz-yup.  I know there's hints that she left on bad terms, but she put 8 years of her life into this, if there's any way possible that she would be willing to come back and do one more episode, rven one more scene, here's a list of what I'd like.

-the scene where Dembe gave her the letter. Her reading the letter. Her reaction to reading the letter. I cannot believe she would instantly accept and be happy about whatever it said. There had to be a process to get there.

-telling Agnes after she read the letter. I'd like to see exactly what she said.

-training Agnes to have some self preservation skills. It was mentioned, and I'd like to see it brought to fruition. I believe that that is something that should be necessary for Agnes in the final season. If the entire plot of the show is valid, Agnes is still in danger.

-Ressler having one of those internal conversations with Liz after finding out the truth of who Reddington is. 

-Reddington having internal conversations with all of the above, when he confronts the fact that his identity is being revealed.  I now understand why they put the reveal to Liz in such an other worldly way. If you just straight out have a character say this is what the answer is, even by showing flashbacks, ppl can twist it all over the place to interpret it some other way. Why should we believe what anyone says?? By making it other worldly you stress that this is the truth.  I want another episode like this, I want a James Spader powerhouse episode like Cape May where he reveals and discusses the truth and his feelings about it with all the people in his head.

And as a final Roundup from things I want from characters in the final season...

Whatever happened to Rudiger?

Don't kill Chuck. He seems fun.

Hetti and the cleaners doing what they do.

Ilya and Ivan being there for Red in the end as they were in the beginning.

Anne-lastly, but maybe what I want more than anything else, I want her back and with Reddington in the end. There were so many little things that indicated there was Destiny between them. And maybe a prior meeting. I have a whole ass head cannon of how getting them back together could easily happen. I may have to write the damn thing myself if they don't give it to me. I've written a handful of fics in the past, though never in Blacklist fandom. I write at the pace of Continental drift.

Well, that's it for my wants for now. We shall see. Once more Unto the breach!!

[kiss-my-freckle]

I’ll begin with the flashback in 8x4. 

Esi: You gonna tell me about it? The washer. Back at the apartment. We nearly got caught because of it. I think you owe me an explanation. Liz: It’s my engagement ring. Tom used to have this boat he was always tinkering with, you know, repairing. And one day he just pulled this out of his tool box and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

Liz: You want to see what else brings me luck? Agnes: What is that? Liz: Did I ever tell you how your Daddy asked me to marry him?

The comments about boats in 9x12. 

Ressler: Look, I appreciate what you’re doing, but we’re not in the same boat.

Aram: You’re right. That’s a - That’s a different boat. Ressler: It’s a different ocean.

Red’s comment to Ressler in 9x1.

Red: A life with Agnes wasn’t all she wanted. She wanted a life with you.

Liz: I am attempting to build a life with the father of my child.

Not forgetting the fact that Ressler took a pregnancy test on top of a drug test when he used Park’s urine. 

Belinda: Shopping for someone special? Ressler: I am.

Or the conversation Ressler had with the florist in 9x7. If Liz is considered special, then Agnes would be considered very special. 

Liz: Why involve me? I’m nobody. It’s my first day. Nothin’ special about me. Red: Oh, I think you’re very special…

Or how that conversation hit her funeral. 

Cooper: I’ll never forget the day I met her. It was her first day on the job. She had been offered an opportunity that most agents wait a lifetime to get. “Why me?” she asked. “I’m nobody special.” I think we all know different.

The florist continues. 

Ressler: I’m actually looking for carnations. Belinda: Oh. Honey. I think we can do better. If you ask me, carnations are the sad flower of weddings past. Ressler: Well, sad or not, they’re her favorite. She always said that people underestimate their beauty. Belinda: Okay. Understood. Did you have a color in mind? The pink and the red are both so lovely. Ressler: She likes the purple. Belinda: Ah! Is she impulsive? Unpredictable? Ressler: If it’s all the same to you, I’m in a bit of a hurry. Belinda: Of course. This’ll just be a minute. Ressler: She’s impulsive and unpredictable. 

What’s impulsive and unpredictable, but a shotgun wedding. 

Liz: Doesn’t this feel right? To do it now, today, at St. Cecilia’s, where we wanted to do it the first time? Tom: It feels kind of crazy. I mean, there’s other dates available. Liz: April 25th. I’m due on the 22nd.

Tom: Well, you always wanted a shotgun wedding.

The very definition of which centers around a pregnant bride. Back to that comment Liz made to Agnes, and how it feeds into Ressler’s conversation with the florist. 

Liz: You want to see what else brings me luck? Agnes: What is that? Liz: Did I ever tell you how your Daddy asked me to marry him?

Belinda: Well, it sounds like she is about the luckiest woman alive. To have someone give so much thought and attention to a moment like this. You - You really see her. And if she has no more sense than a titmouse, she’s gonna say yes. Ressler: Oh, this isn’t - I’m not gonna, uh - Belinda: Is she expecting it? I hope not. A proposal’s so much better when it’s a surprise.

The addition of Kate in Marvin’s arc is just as important, since that’s the moment Kate chose to betray Red... according to what she believed to be true.

Red: She never should have been at that Godforsaken church. Kaplan: Stop it, Raymond! 

Back to that florist’s comment. 

Belinda: You - You really SEE her.

How many times have I said Ressler knew Liz better than Red? He did. Red had a blind spot because he’s Liz’s mother. 

The Red Wedding leads alone sell my Keenler baby/memory wipe theory. Agnes’ “daddy” NEVER proposed to Liz. He buried her... twice. I’m saying Liz’s flashback of Tom’s proposal was purposefully placed after her sex with Ressler because Ressler is the true father of Agnes. 

Liz: And inside the warehouse was… a fake apartment! Oh, look! It’s your (fake) daddy in your fake living room.

[bi-bard]

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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