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[codewordpumpkin]

"Angst/Fluff Prompt List MVPs" -- 18.  “Tell me what’s wrong.” and 30. “You’ve been quiet.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“So?”

“It’s been two minutes since I answered your call, and all you’ve said so far is ‘hey.’”

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes?” She frowned, turning to her side. “I don’t want to keep you from sleeping.”

“You’re not.”

“Oh.”

“Elizabeth.”

Closing her eyes, she rolled over to once again lie on her back. “I don’t know why I called.”

“Were you having trouble sleeping?” he asked, concern lacing his low voice.

“Yes.”

“Nightmares?”

She shook her head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn’t see her. “No, no nightmares, just…”

“Is the bed not to your liking?”

She nearly snorted. “I’ve never been in a bed more comfortable, Red.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said, and she could almost hear the smile in his voice. After a beat of lingering silence, he asked, “What is it that’s keeping you awake, Lizzy?”

“It’s quiet,” she blurted.

“What was that?”

“It’s too quiet,” she repeated, her words little more than a hushed mumble. Clearing her throat, she did her best to ignore her growing embarrassment, thankful he wasn’t here to witness the flush on her cheeks. “This apartment you bought me—it’s clean, it’s secure… I feel safe, I do.”

“I feel a ‘but’ coming.”

“But I’m used to hearing leaking faucets and rumbling pipes, the too loud television from the room beside mine, the sound of cars pulling in and out of the lot...” She sighed, somehow both drained yet wired. “I’m used to having that noise distract me from… well, everything, and this silence just reminded of how alone I really am. I’m—I just… I feel so alone, Red.” When all she could hear was a faint rustling sound, she meekly whispered, “Red?”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

She blinked, not sure she heard him right. “Um…”

“Elizabeth,” he said, just as she was about to hang up. “You may be many things, but alone is not one of them. You have me—always.”

[meetmeatthecoda]

Infatuation by meetmeatthecoda for @crisblcklst Fandoms: The Blacklist (US TV)   Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Chapters: 1/1 (complete) Words: 971 Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Elizabeth Keen/Raymond Reddington, Elizabeth Keen, Raymond Reddington, Dembe Zuma, One-Shot, quote-based, prompt, from tumblr, Lizzington - Freeform, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

A one-shot based on a Margaret Atwood quote, prompted by the lovely @crisblcklst over on tumblr. Red visits an unconscious Lizzie in the hospital... and answers an important question. Vaguely set somewhere in Season 2. Lizzington.

My friend!! 😄 I’m so sorry you had to wait an actual millennium for this fic!! 😭 But thank you for this beautiful quote prompt, it was a joy to try my hand at!! 🥰 I truly hope you enjoy this and it was at least somewhat worth the wait!! 😊 Thank you so much again, I hope you enjoy, and much love to you, dear!! ❤️

[piketrickfeet]

Lizzington and "hey! i said stay awake!" -- (injured memes)

He was in heaven.  There was an angel above him which meant that he absolutely had to be in heaven.  Only, heaven wasn’t supposed to hurt this much.  And he was sure there wasn’t supposed to be this much smoke and ash in heaven.  

His angel was saying something.  He blinked heavily up at her, long, slow blinks that brought him to the edge of consciousness and back.  

“Hey! I said stay awake!” 

Oh, angels weren’t supposed to hit him.  “Red, goddammit! Stay awake!”  They also weren’t supposed to swear, he was sure.  

“M’awake,” he slurred, blinking again to clear his vision.  

And oh, it was Lizzy above him.  It was Lizzy who was grabbing the sides of his face to keep him conscious.  Maybe not an angel in the traditional sense, but she was heavenly to him.  

Red sat up with a groan, letting Liz wrap her hands around his shoulders to help him up.  “What happened?” he asked, voice gravely from the amount of smoke in the air. 

“Explosion,” Liz answered from where she was crouched next to him.  “We need to get out of here.” 

“Thought you were an angel,” he whispered, cupping one of her cheeks with his hand.  

Liz laughed and helped him to this feet, slipping one hand around his waist to keep him propped up.  “Yeah, that’s probably the head wound.”  

injured prompts

[melacka]

Hey @crisblcklst​! I tried to answer your ask and then experienced a whole range of rather frustrating technical issues. Isn’t tumblr fun?!?!

Anyway...

You asked for Lizzington and NAP for the i love you prompts.

‘i love you’ prompts

Thanks for the prompt! It took me a while but I got there! I have written you a Season 3A, on the run, bed sharing, accidental date night fic. Also, it is way longer than I planned. Hope you enjoy!

You can read it here on AO3 or keep reading below.

Title: Date Night by Melacka

Summary: “Who would’ve thought that one thing that would come  out of this whole thing would be an evening spent on the couch eating  Chinese food and watching Casablanca.” Liz laughed and scooped some  noodles into her mouth. “Next thing you’re going to tell me we’re going  dancing.”

Liz and Red share an accidental date night while on the run.

They’d shared a bed a few times since they’d been on the run. The necessity of it made it easier for her to deal with. She could compartmentalise this fairly easily. It was absolutely necessary that she share a bed with him and therefore she would make it no more difficult than it absolutely had to be. They were closer now than she ever thought they could be, he had allowed her to see parts of him that he had kept so carefully hidden before. Another necessity most likely requiring compartmentalisation on his part. She knew that there were probably lots of secrets that she was not yet privy to. She knew, too, that she might never really know the whole truth about him and his history with her. She tried to make herself be okay with that, but it was a constant battle.

She suspected that he was uncomfortable being this close to her all the time, but she didn’t know if it was the same discomfort that he would feel with anyone or if it was specific to her. She tried to take her cue from him, tried to make things easier for him, but he was always so good at hiding what he was thinking that most of the time she had to rely on her own instincts. It bothered her because her instincts had become alarmingly unreliable recently. She didn’t have the time these days to indulge her self-doubt too often, so she was just doing the best she could. She watched him closely for any signs of discomfort or unease and tried to adjust her behaviour accordingly. She was so completely dependent on him right then and she couldn’t afford to jeopardise the fragile peace they’d achieved in the midst of all the chaos.

When he told her that they would have to share a bed for the first time, she could tell that he was worried about her reaction. She made a point of smiling reassuringly at him and tried to keep her instinctive panic from showing in her eyes. She hadn’t shared a bed with anyone other than Tom in years and she’d recently become so used to sleeping alone again. Her sleep was often disturbed by nightmares that she struggled to wake up from and she worried about Red seeing that. She didn’t even want to think about what secrets she might reveal just by sleeping beside him.

That first time had been difficult. Apart from that one night in the shipping container that they never spoke about, she’d rarely even been in the same room as him while sleeping, let alone the same bed. They were both almost ridiculously considerate of each other, respecting the other’s space and maintaining as much distance as possible in the small bed. Liz went to bed first and, by unspoken agreement, Red waited long enough for her to get settled and have a chance at falling asleep before he joined her. She was still awake when he quietly entered the room nearly an hour later, but she kept her face turned away and her breathing as deep and even as she could manage. She doubted that it fooled him, but the fiction was as much for her benefit as it was for him, so she’d kept it up until she’d actually fallen asleep. She’d felt a strange comfort in having him beside her, the warmth of his body and the rhythmic sounds of his breathing made her feel almost like she was home again.

The second time they shared a bed was better. Easier. Red was more matter of fact and there was less of an air of apology in his face and voice when he told her. She reacted better as well, she had been more prepared for the possibility and slightly more comfortable with the idea. She still feigned sleep when he came to bed and wore a lot more clothes than she’d normally bother with but told herself that it was only for security reasons. She figured that the few extra seconds it would take to put on her pants could be crucial in their escape, should it suddenly become necessary. Besides, Red slept practically fully clothed as well.

The third time they shared a bed, it wasn’t because they had to.

Red had been required to go out to meet a contact and he had encouraged her to stay at the safe house. Liz couldn’t figure out if it was because he was worried about her being seen out in public or because he just needed to have some time away from her. Either way, she’d been perfectly willing to go along with it. They’d been on the move almost constantly for the last three weeks, and she was happy to have a quiet night in. Relatively speaking, of course.

Two hours after he left, she felt like she was going out of her mind. She’d become so accustomed to Red’s presence that she felt jumpy and on edge with him gone. She checked and rechecked all the locks on the windows and doors and kept her gun close by her side. She tried to watch TV but found the noise distracting rather than soothing and so switched to reading a book. Every safe house they stayed in at least some books in it and she’d read more in the last few weeks than she’d managed to in the last three years. Her job and all its resultant distractions and dramas had kept her from some of the simpler pleasures she used to enjoy.

Just as she was headed to the kitchen to fetch a glass of wine, she heard the front door open quietly. She moved quickly to the dark hall and silently extracted her gun from her jeans. She stood, tense and ready, waiting for whoever it was to move into the light. Liz slowed her breathing with an effort and forced herself to calm down. It was probably just Red, but one thing she’d learned on the run was not to trust probabilities. And if it wasn’t Red, she’d need a clear head to extract herself from the situation.

“Lizzy?” Red called out. “Where are you?”

She let out a breath, relieved more than she cared to admit that he was back.

“Hey,” she said quietly, stepping out of the hallway and into the light.

Red raised his eyebrows in surprise when he noticed the gun in her hands. She slipped it back into the back of her jeans and smiled.

“Can’t be too careful.”

“Very true,” he agreed, moving quickly to the kitchen. “I’m just glad that your abundance of caution didn’t lead to any unfortunate accidents. Bullet wounds can be terribly awkward to explain away, you know.”

Liz stared after him, open-mouthed, unable to find anything to say in response to that.

“Are you hungry? I’ve brought you some food.”

She trailed after him curiously, peering into the plastic bag as he got out plates and cutlery.

“What is it?”

“Chinese food, Lizzy,” he said quietly. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself and as much as I dislike the idea of encouraging bad habits—”

“Since when?” she scoffed.

“Bad eating habits,” he continued smoothly. “I want you to eat something tonight, and Chinese food seemed like the safest option.”

Liz grinned and hopped up on the counter, extracting one of the containers of food and opening it eagerly. Red took it from her with a disapproving frown, closing it quickly as Liz scowled at him.

“Hey!” she protested. “I wanted that!”

She tried to grab it but he held it teasingly out of reach.

“Now, now, Lizzy,” he chided. “Do be civilised. How about you go and select a movie for us to watch and I will prepare the food?”

“You want to watch a movie?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind?”

“No! Of course, I don’t mind,” Liz said quickly, not quite able to cover her disbelief. “And you want me to choose it?”

“Well, I chose the food, it seems only fair.”

He shooed her out of the kitchen, and she left without complaint. When he joined her a few minutes later, she was just sliding the DVD into the player.

“Tell me the truth,” she said, sitting on the couch and picking up the remote. “Did you let me choose the movie because you knew that all the movies here are ones you would want to watch?”

“Really, Lizzy, this suspicious nature of yours—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Just give me my food, okay?”

He handed her a plate and she pressed play on the remote. He smiled at her and she grinned back.

“Who would’ve thought, huh?”

“Who would’ve thought, what?” he asked curiously.

“Who would’ve thought that one thing that would come out of this whole thing would be an evening spent on the couch eating Chinese food and watching Casablanca.” Liz laughed and scooped some noodles into her mouth. “Next thing you’re going to tell me we’re going dancing.”

“Dancing, Lizzy?”

“To really make it a proper date night,” she said teasingly. “Dinner, a movie, and dancing.”

“I’ll take you dancing any time you want to, Lizzy,” Red replied softly. “Just say the word.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She looked down at herself and shrugged. “You should probably give me more warning, next time. I can make myself look more presentable if we’re going dancing.”

“Nonsense,” he said gallantly. “You look beautiful.”

Liz blushed and looked down.

“You’re not just saying that because you feel sorry for me?”

“Why would I feel sorry for you?”

“You’re kidding, right?” she said incredulously.

Red shrugged and kept his eyes on the screen as he spoke.

“You made a choice, Lizzy, and you’re living with the consequences of that choice. Do I wish you hadn’t been put in the position where you felt the need to make that choice? Of course. Do I feel sorry for you? Absolutely not.”

Liz watched him in silence, chewing thoughtfully on her food.

“Besides,” he said in a lighter tone, “do you know how many women would kill to be in the position you’re in right now?”

Liz choked slightly and then burst out laughing.

“I’m going to ignore that appalling choice of words, Red, and instead focus on the message behind them.”

“Very wise,” Red agreed solemnly, settling back on the sofa and balancing his plate on his knees. “And what message have you chosen to see in my words today?”

“Today, I choose to believe that you have my best interests at heart and that I should be grateful for the opportunity to have a quiet night in with you. How’s that?”

“Very near perfect, Lizzy.”

She nodded her satisfaction and leaned back on the sofa next to him, allowing her body to brush up gently against his. It was practically a real date night, after all. No reason to maintain strict distance between them. He casually draped an arm along the back of the sofa, and she took the hint, settling herself into his side with a sigh.

“Lizzy.”

“Hmm?” she said sleepily.

“Lizzy, it’s time for bed, sweetheart.”

Liz mumbled something incoherent and drifted off to sleep again.

“Lizzy, come on.”

“Red?”

“Yes, I’m going to take you to bed, okay?”

Liz grinned, her eyes still closed, and said, “Like a real date night.”

“Come on, now,” Red said quietly, ignoring her comment. “Stand up.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Lizzy,” he sighed. “Please.”

She finally opened her eyes and realised that she was cuddled into Red’s side, her face mere inches from his. She lurched back in surprise.

“Oh!” she cried. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s alright, Lizzy,” Red reassured her with a gentle sigh. “Let me take you to bed.”

She stood up shakily and smoothed down her hair, noticing that the movie had ended.

“How long was I asleep?”

“About an hour.” Red stood up and stretched his arms quickly. “I thought it was better to let you sleep.”

“Thanks,” she said, still feeling embarrassed.

“I’m just going to tidy up in here,” Red continued briskly, piling up their plates and glasses on the table. “Why don’t you go and get ready for bed? I’ll just do a quick security check and then go to bed myself.”

Liz nodded and wandered off to the bathroom. She washed her face quickly and brushed her teeth. She could hear Red in the kitchen and was just about to go and offer to help him when he knocked gently at the bathroom door.

“Lizzy?”

She opened the door and smiled at him, absurdly shy all of a sudden.

“I’m going to do a sweep of the house. Can you make sure you check the locks on the windows in your bedroom?”

“Of course.”

He nodded and walked away. Liz sighed and wandered into her bedroom. She quickly changed clothes and checked the windows were still securely locked. Then, hesitating slightly, she opened the door to her room. She was hoping that Red would come by to check on her once more before turning in.

She sat on the bed and started to brush her hair, the slow, rhythmic strokes calming her agitation. After a few minutes, Red knocked on the doorframe and peered inside.

“All secure,” he reassured her.

She nodded and put the brush down. She looked at him with a smile and patted the bed next to her. He hesitated for a moment and then entered the room, taking the space next to her. She reached out and grasped his hand, holding it tight in her own.

“Lizzy? Did you need something?”

“Red,” she whispered, not quite knowing what had come over her. “You said you were going to take me to bed.”

“Lizzy,” he said, a warning clear in his voice.

“You don’t lie to me, Red,” she continued, unperturbed. “Take me to bed.”

“Lizzy, please, don’t—”

She turned his face towards hers and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. She pulled back and searched his face, looking for any indication that he didn’t want her to continue. He looked at her seriously but didn’t try to stop her when she leaned forward again. This time, she kissed him for longer. His lips parted and she moaned in relief. He allowed the kiss to continue for a few more moments before he pulled away again, his breathing heavy and his eyes wild.

“Lizzy,” he gasped. “I will not take advantage of you like this.”

She smiled and shook her head. She trailed a hand down his shoulder, exploring his arm with interest.

“Red, how would it be taking advantage of me? I’m the one who started this.”

“Things happen when you’re on the run, Lizzy, things you might think the better of later.” He grasped both her hands in his, preventing them from wandering any further over his body. She pouted at him playfully. “I won’t be something you regret, Elizabeth.”

Liz froze, a blush rising in her cheeks.

“Oh.” She looked down at their joined hands and bit her lip. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Red said. “But now isn’t the time for this to happen.” He released her hands and cupped her face gently, encouraging her to look at him. “When this is all over—”

He left the sentence unfinished and she felt a small hope kindle in her chest.

“When this is over?” she prompted.

“If you still want—” he trailed off, looking vaguely uncomfortable.

“If I still want you, you mean?”

“When you’ve had time to think it through, think about what you really want.”

“And if I tell you then that what I really want is you,” Liz said shrewdly. “Will you believe me?”

Red smiled at her, but it was a pained smile.

“You should go to sleep, Lizzy. We’ll have to move on in the morning.”

“Will you believe me?” Liz searched his face desperately, not willing to let this go just yet.

Red sighed and nodded slightly.

“I’ll try.”

Liz leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek.

“I guess that’ll have to do,” she said sadly. “For now, at least.”

Red chuckled and stood up.

“Good night, Lizzy.”

“Red?” she said quietly, almost timidly. “Will you stay here with me?”

He considered her in silence for a long moment, seeming to wage a furious battle within himself while she waited. Hopeful. Eventually, he nodded.

“Get in bed, Lizzy,” he said quietly.

She flung the blankets back and lay down, still looking at him apprehensively, like she expected him to change his mind. He tucked the blankets around her securely and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Oh, Lizzy,” he breathed against her lips. “What you do to me.”

He switched off the light and then slid quickly into bed beside her, not removing any clothing. Liz smiled in the dark as he lined his body up beside hers, spooning her carefully, his hand resting gently against her stomach.

“Don’t leave me, Red,” Liz whispered once they were settled. “Don’t ever leave me.”

Red pressed a kiss to the back of her head.

“Don’t worry, Lizzy,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[apicturewithasmile]

what a wicked game to play to make me feel this way what a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you what a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

[alyblacklist]

New sneak peek for tonight’s episode featuring Katarina and Ilya.

[imyourplusone]

Tag Games

Post 10 gifs from your top 10 TV shows, without naming them

Tagged by @crisblcklst thanks!

Kind of in order but not really

How do you choose only 10?

If you want to do the thing consider yourself tagged :)

[moonlightmolly]

Eight People I’d Like to Get To Know Better          

Thank you @walksdowonders for tagging me! 💙

1. Birthday: November 6th

2. Zodiac: Scorpio

3. Height: 5′11

4. Last song I listened to: Empress by Snow Patrol

5. Hobbies: Photography, reading, listening to music, obsessing over fictional characters

6. Favorite color: Blues and purples

7. Last movie I watched: Iron Man (It was playing on TV and I’ll take any excuse to rewatch it)

8. Favorite book: IDK if I have a favorite? I guess of everything I’ve read recently, Good Omens. For nonfiction, How to Be Yourself by Dr. Ellen Hendriksen, which I highly recommend if you have social anxiety like I do. 

9. Dream job: Marine biologist

10. Meaning behind my URL: "I assure you brother, the sun will shine on us again.” Loki said that to his brother in Infinity War. I made it my URL back when I had almost no hope for his character’s return. And now we’re getting a Loki series!

I’m tagging some of my newer followers: @crisblcklst @poeticlokisxn @batmantaking-hobbits2gallifrey @tommyshrlby @agentofassgard @alecharrdy @gayxavier @sheliesshattered

[iloveredmorethanever]

FALL/AUTUMN PREFERENCES

Well I normally don’t do these but since @alyblacklist tagged me, I decided what the hay ride (whoops, gave away answer #1 already!)

rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people (ten? No way  LOL).

1. go apple picking vs go on a hayride (used to do this as a kid)

2. scary vs. sweet (Not a scary type of fan, however throw some chocolate at me - yeah that’s the ticket)

3. sweaters vs. boots (Boots? We don’t wear boots in San Diego! What for????)

4. socks vs. mittens (Mittens? It never goes below 50 here LOL)

5. bonfires vs. football (Football is a PASSION of mine. Go Jimmy G!!!!)

6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies (Loved trick-or-treating!)

9. bake pie vs. bake cookies (actually I should go to Aly’s house for fresh baked pie. She started this!)

10. rain vs. fog (We get fog here - not fun. Prefer rain, which it rarely does here)

11. black cats vs. owls (I am picking owls, only because I seem to get a ton of cat posts on my dash)

12. ghosts vs. wizards (Wizards are fun. Except when I first saw the wizard in the Wizard of Oz when I was a little kid. I was scared like the Cowardly Lion)

13. harry potter vs. halloweentown (What is halloweentown? I must be getting old or something)

14. go hiking vs. sleep in (Who needs sleep anyway?)

15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg (Cinnamon - I only use Nutmeg in Eggnog - which is the wrong season - except a drink sounds good around now....)

16. reading vs. writing (Love reading. I am not creative enough for writing - LOL)

17. hot chocolate vs. tea (Hot chocolate - yum. With whipped cream on top - double yum).

18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 (Neither!!! I want to live in a beautiful resort on the beach with sunny weather! But yeah Fall is better than living in a cabin)

19. candy apples vs. caramel apples (Caramel all the way!)

20. blankets vs. pillows (I sleep with many, many pillows. I love pillows)

21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts  (Roasted marshmallows - with chocolate and graham crackers! Around the camp fire!)

22. coffee vs. apple cider (Coffee all the time, especially Starbucks)

23. red leaves vs. orange leaves (I love Red you know)

24. braids vs. bows (My dog groomer puts bows on my dogs and they do look cute. But I have to remove them before my dog trainer sees me or I will be ruthlessly teased....)

25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods (Yes - especially smelling the pie Aly is baking for me at her house!.)

26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie (Not a fan of pumpkin pie. But loved to carve pumpkins back in the day)

27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes. (Not into chai tea lattes - coffee lattes - yes. Pumpkin spice sounds interesting.)

28. coats vs. oversized sweaters (Who needs coats in San Diego?????)

29. beanies vs. berets (Neither - I wear ball caps when I am running my dogs. But I have worn beanies before)

30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups (Candy corn is like pure sugar. But I prefer peanut butter cups without the peanut butter LOL)

31. s'mores vs. apple crisp (I like s’mores as you can tell by my marshmallow answer, but prefer apple crisp)

32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire (With my luck there would be spiders in the leaves, so the tire is safer)

33. corn maze vs. haunted house (haunted stuff is not for me)

34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch (we used to go to Half Moon Bay every October when I lived in the Bay Area. Miss this)

35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate (Now, now - trying to be tricky. We already answered this earlier! But I wouldn’t refuse marshmallows on hot chocolate either)

Tagging @red-ace-of-spades @beautifulocean73 @reddybear56 @jamiemoriartytbl @bottlefame-brewglory @shippinglizzington @kibitosan @crisblcklst @alovelyymess @221beefcakes 

[codewordpumpkin]

Lizzington - 1 and 17 (Writing Prompts) ;)

“Why are you such a tease?” (1) + “May I have this dance?” (17) from here

Elizabeth wondered how long it would take. 

She could feel his eyes on her, tracking her every movement as she danced with Markus Reeves, a hotshot investor and tonight’s target. Each step revealed a slit of smooth thigh, each twirl bounced the soft curls of her hair against her exposed back, and each time, she felt the heat of his gaze wandering up her dress and crawling down her spine, so tangible it might as well have been his fingers, his lips.  

Deciding to speed things up, she slid the hand that was on Reeves’ chest up to the nape of his neck, silently asking he lower his head so she could bring her mouth to his ear and—

“May I have this dance?”

She smirked.

Two minutes and forty-three seconds.

“Actually, we’re still—”

“Sure,” she cut him off, smiling in polite dismissal. “You’ll find me later, won’t you, Markus?”

“Of course.”

He was barely out of earshot before an arm snaked around her waist.

“Hello, Red,” she said with suppressed glee, “Fancy meeting you here.”

His mouth brushed the lobe of her ear as he growled, “Why are you such a tease?” 

“Is that why you couldn’t last three minutes?”

“Oh, sweetheart…” He pulled her flush against him, the fronts of their bodies pressed so snugly together that she could feel just how much of a tease he thought her to be. “You know perfectly well just how long I’m able to last.”

Dangerously close to losing control and jumping him in front of everyone, she struggled to remain on even ground. Clearing her throat, she leaned back just enough to meet his heavy-lidded eyes. “You could have ruined our mission, you know.”

“Please, Lizzie, I saw you bug his collar.” The amused lilt in his voice suddenly dropped as he said, “Speaking of Mr. Reeves, he’ll be disappointed to learn of your discreet departure.”

“Oh? Am I to be going home so soon?”

“Yes—with me.”

[codewordpumpkin]

23. “How do I make you love me again?” -- (50 Angsty Questions Prompt List)

23. “How do I make you love me again?” from here

“Elizabeth.”

She winced at the look of his blank, shuttered eyes, at the sound of her name curdling distastefully on his tongue. Thanks to the doubt and fear that’d plagued her immobile, leaving her standing dumbly and unable to do something as simple as knock, she had been exposed to the chill of the elements long enough for her skin to prickle and her bones to tremble. But the temperature had nothing to do with the cold ache now throbbing in the twisted cavity of her chest.

“Red, I…” Digging her nails into the flesh of her palms, she asked quietly, “Can I come in?”

His silence kept her dangling over the edge of a cliff, leaving her to wonder if he would pull her up or throw her down. Eventually, finally, he stepped aside without a word, allowing just enough space for her shoulder to brush his chest, for the scent of soap and scotch to graze her pores.

When they reached the sitting area of his latest safe-house, he immediately poured himself another glass of amber liquid, taking a generous swallow before seating himself in an armchair and tilting his head as if to say, Well?

“Red—Raymond.” She approached him tentatively, cautiously, unsure if it was for her sake or his. Her mind had gone blank as soon as she’d seen his face, and now she was scrambling to make sense of herself, to get him to understand that— “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Now that the words had begun to come out, it seemed she couldn’t stop if she tried. “Please, don’t think I chose her over you—I didn’t. I kept her from you because I just—for once, for once, I had someone willing to give the answers to questions I’ve had my whole life. I mean, who better to ask than my own mother? But even then, my contact with her was never out of love. I don’t love her; I barely even know her. But I know you. I love y—”

“Don’t,” he finally spoke, the low crackle of sound scorching her like a flame. “Please, don’t.”

“What do I have to do to make you forgive me?” In sync with the tears rolling down her cheeks, she slid to the floor on her knees, looking up at him and brokenly pleading, “How do I make you love me again?”

It was clear her words had struck a chord somewhere deep and uncomfortable, for his eyes glinted and his nostrils flared, the line of his jaw clenching taut like a bow. The tips of his fingers were white against his glass, and he drained it in one gulp before looking away.

She didn’t know how long they’d maintained their devastating tableau, but it had been enough for her legs to grow numb, for the salt to dry on her ruddy cheeks. It had been long enough for her to believe he wouldn’t say anything, that she should give up.

That this—that they were over.

And just as she felt her heart begin to rot, the familiar rasp of his voice shocked it back to life.

“You don’t have to do anything. You never did.”

Maybe, just maybe, they’d be able to find their way back.

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Hey there!!! How are you? So for the Valentine's Day Prompts: 25 - Red and Liz ;)

Hello, dear friend!! 😃 I am well, thank you, and I hope you are too!! 😊 Without further ado, here is #25, as requested!! 😁 I hope you enjoy it!! 👀 Thank you for the prompt and much love to you!! ❤️

Valentine’s Day Prompts

25. “You’re not very good at this ‘romance’ thing, are you?”

“Clear!”

Liz watches the SWAT team swarm the inside of the warehouse, busy clearing the side rooms while she stalks through the dark corners of the main chamber, sweeping her Glock and flashlight over every inch.

Looking for Red.

He was taken again. Today. Naturally.

“Keen!” Liz hears Ressler’s brusque call. “Over here!”

Liz turns out of the main chamber and hurries towards the sound of Ressler’s voice, coming from the last room on the side hallway, the SWAT team moving easily around her.

They know not to get in her way.

She bursts into the room a second later, scanning quickly and only holstering her weapon once she confirms that the small space is empty save for Ressler, crouching on the floor next to a bloodied but conscious Red, who is propped up with his back leaning against the hard brick wall, one of his eyes swollen almost completely shut.

Liz’s heart skips a beat.

Ressler stands when he sees her, walking unhurriedly to her side. “He’s okay,” he mutters to her. “Some bruises and a pretty nasty black eye but, hey, nothing we haven’t seen before.” The last bit is said with a rueful eye roll towards the ceiling as he heads towards the door. “I’ll give you two some space.”

“Thanks, Ress.”

Liz waits until Ressler is gone before she takes a few steps forward to stand over Red, heaving a heavy sigh as she gazes down at him. At the sound of her exhalation, he tilts his head up to squint at her, as best he can through his one open eye.

They stare at each other.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Lizzie,” he offers finally, trying to sound upbeat but mostly coming across as half-hearted and flat.

Liz huffs a quiet laugh anyway, dropping down onto her knees to kneel next to him, bringing a hand up to his face to gently stroke his bloodied cheek. “You’re not very good at this ‘romance’ thing, are you?” she teases.

Red just sighs, closing his good eye at the feeling of her soft hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry, Lizzie.”

“Don’t be silly,” she mutters to him. “Despite all evidence to the contrary, I know you don’t do this on purpose.” She leans a little closer to peer at his swollen eye, gently prodding the edge of the bruise with a fingertip.

He winces.

“Sorry,” she murmurs. “The paramedics will be here soon.”

Red nods and leans his head defeatedly against the wall. “I suppose this ruins our dinner plans for the evening.”

Liz smiles, fussing pointlessly over the areas of him that are clearly uninjured, unhelpfully smoothing his vest and brushing dirt off his slacks. “That’s okay,” she assures him.

He opens his eye to squint at her, somehow managing to look appropriately skeptical with only one good eye. “We’ve been looking forward to tonight for months,” he reminds her needlessly.

“I know,” Liz says patiently, nodding and raising a hand to carefully dab at an oozing cut on his forehead. “But guess what?”

Red just raises an eyebrow at her.

She leans in. “I’d rather take care of you then go to a fancy dinner any night,” she whispers quietly, like a secret. And she leans forward to lightly, gently, lovingly, kiss his lips. “Even on Valentine’s Day.”

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James Spader is currently scheduled to appear on Today on Friday, March 20 during the 9 am hour.  

Thanks @crisblcklst for the heads up!

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New interview with Harry Lennix about tonight’s episode 7.04.

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S7 Sneak Peek

Looks like NBC will be airing a sneak peek of The Blacklist and other shows this Friday in the middle of the night. Thanks @crisblcklst for the heads up!

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