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Every second matters: Donald Ressler x FBI!fem!reader

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Your teammate’s and "crush-you-are-not-willing-to-admit"s disappearance is definitely one of those times, so you reluctantly have to ask the FBI’s most wanted criminal for help. Surprisingly, Raymond Reddington is also an excellent matchmaker

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and small injuries

Requested: yes

Words: 1300

Author rambles: Sorry because this took me ages (how many times have already repeated that?) Thanks to the amazing @zizzlekwum for her request and patience. Had to change the name while editing because this sounded better. Also this was edited late at night with mint tea as fuel and queued on the bus on my way to campus this morning, so blame any mistakes on those...

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In the time you have been in the unit you have learnt two basic facts.

Fact number 1: There is absolutely no phone number, location or person Aram Mojtabai cannot find.

Fact number 2: You and the team never, I repeat, never go against Reddington’s plan. And that's for your own sake.

Yet, in the last hours everything you knew had come down in pieces. Ruins of the rules and statements you once held to, now they are left broken much as yourself. You look at Aram, clinging at the last straw of hope that remained.

“These guys are completely analogical! No digital footprint. And the last camera which got a glimpse of them only helps to reduce the search to a ten miles radius which is all covered by suburban houses. It just doesn’t make sense, the house’s cameras should have recorded them.”

His hands tangle in his short locks trying to find out a clue, something he is looking pass. Hostages just don’t go missing. Agents just don’t vanish in the air. Ressler can’t have just disappeared.

“What about Reddington?” You finally gather the courage to ask it, voice determined, you not so much inside.

“Still unwilling to talk with us.” Dembe, the gentle giant you have got used to call coworker and even friend in the last months, sights while crossing his arms. You have already seen the look in his eyes, the weight of the decisions you should both had taken as it that could ever change the current situation.

Things were easier when Liz was around, the idea hangs out in the air as if you could nearly capture it. Nobody says it, but all of you know is true. Liz was the only who could talk some sense into him, if someone could ever talk sense into Raymond Reddington. A few years ago, you could trust in Dembe to try it at least too. But since he has become Agent Zuma, the relationship has run cold. A worry for another day, you have more important matters in your hands now.

“Do we know where is him?”

Another question coming from your lips without even realizing, a silent nod the only answer you needed. Before turning to face your unit chief, Harold Copper.

“L/n, you have my permission to go.”

A fancy cocktail bar at six pm on a Monday afternoon. Lately Raymond wasn’t being too careful while choosing his meeting point, but with all you had in mind that was the last of your worries This shouldn’t have happened, nothing of this shouldn’t have happened. If things had been different, now you blamed yourself. Should have told him to stay in the car as Reddington had said, it was a recognition mission after all. But no, Donald Ressler always had to play the hero, and you didn’t have the guts to stop him.

“Y/n, my dear, sit down.” Reddignton retires a chair for you, a far too kind gesture considering how he had acted just an hour ago when Donald went missing in the mission. “Would you join me for a drink?” He pours another glass of a wine, which seems to cost at least a ten percent of your monthly salary, before you could even reply.

“Ressler has disappeared. He is probably being tortured at the moment, maybe even…” That’s another thing you learn in the field. Never say the forbidden word. If you do, you lose any kind of faith in seeing them again. If you lose faith, you lose everything. Even the possibility of them. "And you are thinking about wine?”

“Well, news like that is better taken while tipsy, isn’t it?”

Classical Reddington. Joking in the most inappropriate moments. Well, you also have an habit of storming out when angered. He will have to deal with that.

“You know how much he has lost because of you, right? Liz, his old girlfriend..." That gives you a bitter taste while rolling off your tongue at the same time you stand up. "You know what he has gone through. Don’t you care at least a bit? Once he dedicated his life to see you behind bars you, now he works by your side."

Your words are rushed, agitated. You can't even stop to catch a breath. Not that you want you, not until you are sure Ressler can do the same.

"You should respect that at least, I thought Raymond Reddington cared about his team.”

You see a strange glimmer in his eyes. Not mockery this time, but there was a small smirk in the curve of his thin lips. Laugh? Perhaps a hint of pride?

“First of all, you are well aware I do." He takes a long sip until the glass in empty. " Second, Donald is not in risk. Maybe bruised, but not deeply hurt. Those guys know better than to mess up with my team, as you have put into words.”

“Then why don’t you do something?”

Now there is a full grin on his face as he stands up takes his jacket from the hanger, not without leaving a generous tip on the table.

“I was waiting for you to ask me. And you did, half an hour earlier than I had bet by the way. This case may be even worse than I thought.”

“Cut out the riddles, Reddington.”

“You know he’s in love with you, right?”

How could he say it so blatantly, sweeping his fedora with such a calm manner while you had lost all your words? Mouth hanging and unable to stammer something coherent.

“He what?”

“And it seems pretty mutual to me” With that he puts the hat on and opens the door for both of you. Still trying to process everything you can't help following him in silence.

The rest of the rescue passes bluring infront of your eyes. Reddington telling you the exact location. Entering the housing development which had been carefully built as a cover for the criminal network (only a few houses were actually being used by its members). Dembe and Siya watching your back as the suspects were aiming at you. Clearing the area. Immobilizing the suspects. And finally arriving to Ressler's side.

You try to be gentle as you untie him from ropes which are holding him to a chair. However, your attempts are futile, hands to clumsy and brain dulled by all the emotions coming for you at once. You can't even recall when a few timid tears have started rolling down your cheeks, but you don't mind either. Donald is an equal mess right now, it's the first time you have seen him like these. Vulnerable. Human. And it only adds to the feeling you don't dare to voice. Not yet.

As soon as his free you wrap your arms around him. His nose in your hair as an anchor to remind him you are finally here. A considerable bruise under his eye and his bloody knuckles would usually worry to death (yes, even considering your field). But now you can't bring yourself to care, just wanting to hold him close. An urge to kiss his lips until you are both restless reaches your mind, yet the need for this. Just a hug. Just a simple gesture to assure you he won't be leaving anytime soon is enough for the moment.

"I think you have some things to discuss. I will leave you to it.”

Raymond's words take you by surprise, and between the falling tears you and Donald start laughing at the situation.

"Maybe we should talk about this" You whisper as you try to calm down and reluctantly pull away from him.

Too bad he has no intention of moving, but neitheir of saying what is really going through his mind.

"Maybe. Later. Not now. Just..."

Without further ado he rests his face on the crock of your neck. He had always been a man of action, not too good words. You didn't mind. As long as you could feel his breath on your skin, his warm body relaxing. Working in the unit every second matters. And you will treasure these and enjoy them as long as you can.

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"Kiss them well"

Part Two here [Love Them Well]

Warnings: scars, mentions of torture, angst

Word Count: 340 words

A/N: This is inspired by a WIP of mine. It is pretty traumatising because the fmc is basically my trauma dump character, but yea, here ya go :D

Imagine that you've been through a lot, and you have the scars to show for it. They cover your arms and your back.

And you hate them.

You hate them because they remind you of how you suffered. How the people who hurt you took away the right to feel good in your body. There was a time when you had to cover up all the mirrors in your house because you couldn't bring yourself to look at you anymore.

You've gotten past that now, but you still cover yourself up when you go outside.

Then, of course, he tries everything to make you love yourself as much as he does. Kissing your scars every chance he gets, telling you how beautiful you are, just holding you like he would die if he let you go. Everything you put your arms around his neck, to dance or to hug him, he always presses his lips against your wrist as he smiles at you. He knows everyone of them and the stories behind them.

You weren't used to type of attention. Your exes distanced themselves when they saw them, or ignored them altogether. They never gave them any special attention, not like he does. They didn't kiss each one and asks about how you got it or wait patiently as the words got stuck in your throat. If you couldn't get them out he would move on and come back to them some other day. He, of course, remembered all the ones you didn't have answers to, easily finding them like your scars were a map he had memorized.

All he wanted to do was give you courage again. To be able to wear the clothes you loved before the scars. To not care about the looks people would give you if they saw them.

Both of you have been through so much. So many changes. So many disasters. But both of you will always stay and get through it together. He is your forever as much as you are his.

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a warning

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

Donald Ressler x reader

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

four months ago

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

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

present

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

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

“what do you need red?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.”

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Of Course - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Of Course

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 759 words

Warning(s): cussing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The restaurant wasn't far.

It was super fancy, which was normal with Reddington.

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

I furrowed my eyebrows, continuing my walk in.

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

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

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

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

Just then, Ressler's phone rang.

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled, nodding.

There was a moment of silence.

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

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

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

"I think that sounds very nice."

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

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

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

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

"Or before then," he suggested.

"Or before then," I agreed.

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

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

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

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

I laughed again, slowly moving away from him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Love them Well"

Part Two to Kiss Them Well

Warnings: fluff, mentions of trauma, scars (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 482 words

Imagine he has his own share of scars. Be it a long one across his chest, several tiny ones across his arms, or a large round one on his leg that required months of physical therapy.

And they piss you off.

How dare someone even think to try to ruin or hurt someone so beautiful. You wanted to hunt down everyone who had and show them exactly what you were made of.

"Comes with the job, love," he said quietly to you one night. You had been looking at his scars for what felt like hours, learning the stories behind them, kissing them as he did yours. And growing more angry at the people who came them to him.

"Yeah, well, it sucks," you grumbled.

He laughed then. A sound that you wanted to hear for the rest of your life even though you didn't believe you deserved it. You were sure you didn't deserve him at all.

He loves your scars because they show that you had survived hell. You hate his scars because of what he had to go through to get them.

But of course, that would never make you love him any less. Not by a long shot.

One night, you had stayed out later than you meant to, time had gotten away from you, and you couldn't help it. You stumble back into your home, exhausted, and find him lying down on the couch, shirtless(which was never a sight you minded), a random movie playing on the TV that he wasn't paying attention to.

It made you smile. It's the exact thing you did every time he was out late or away. You rarely slept in bed when he wasn't there.

It takes a while before he finally spots you, but he does.

"Hey you," he says, sitting up.

You walk up to him and stand in between his legs. His hands go up to your waist, and he sighs as he presses his face against your stomach. You put your arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head.

"What are you doing up?"

He looked at you and frowned. "Waiting for you."

"Why?"

You saw the scars tracing his body and felt that familiar rush of anger. But even that was overpowered by warmth spreading through you. He looked so tired but still stayed up nonetheless. It was a small thing maybe, but it felt as if you fell in love with him all over again. And yes, that included his scars.

"Why not?"

And you fell again.

"It's late."

"You wait for me," he argued.

"I would wait forever for you."

He looked surprised at that statement. You can't imagine why.

"Forever's a long time."

And again.

You trace his face with your fingers. You could spend an eternity tracing his every line on his body. You would do so if the universe would let you.

"You're worth forever."

[the-lying-heavens]

Yes I have plenty to write- But I want moreee. Send me requests pleaseeeeeeeee

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Aftermath - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Aftermath

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains

Word Count: 616 words

Warning(s): mentions of torture/violence

Summary: (Y/n) wakes up with a very limited memory of what had happened after being kidnapped on a mission.

Author's Note: I went with the aftermath of the torture because I didn't want to write a lot of violence right now.

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The last few days were a blur.

I remembered almost nothing. Whether that was the head injury or my brain trying to go into denial was up for debate.

All I knew is that I remember getting kidnapped during a mission and then I was waking up in a hospital.

I groaned at the bright lights above my head.

"(Y/n)," I looked over to the side, seeing a disheveled Ressler next to me. "You're awake."

I nodded, my throat dry. I touched it, frowning at the feeling. He understood and helped me sit up just enough to drink some water.

"God, I'm so happy that you're alright," he mumbled. "I'm gonna grab a nurse. Just hold tight a few seconds."

I tried to relax into the bed. I felt like it took so long for Ressler to come back.

I tried to think of all that had happened. I could remember more pieces now. I could remember being hit and being yelled at to answer questions. I could remember loud noises from the team busting in. I could remember Ressler mumbling something into my ear as he carried me out, "I should've told you... I'll never get that chance now."

I furrowed my eyebrows but shook off the thoughts when the nurse walked in. She checked on me briefly, explaining a few things and asking me a few questions. I answered as best I could.

"I'll let you two talk for a little while," she said. "Would you like me to call anyone?"

"Liz," I replied. "She's my emergency contact. She can get a hold of everyone else."

She nodded and walked out.

"Liz is your emergency contact," Ressler asked once we were alone. I nodded.

Liz and I had been best friends for years. Having each other as emergency contacts made the most sense for both of us.

We fell silent for a moment or two. I was getting caught up in remembering what had happened again.

"Can I ask you about something," I asked.

"Yeah," Ressler nodded.

"I only remember bits and pieces... I personally prefer that... but I remember you mumbling something to me," I started.

Ressler looked down, sighing and chuckling, "I didn't think you even heard that."

"What did you need to tell me?"

"It's not-"

"If you were mumbling about it while saving me from being tortured, it's probably pretty important," I cut him off. "Please just tell me."

"Okay, okay," he looked back up. He took a deep breath. "(Y/n)... what I needed to tell you was that I... I love you... and I have for years now."

I felt tears in my eyes as I reached over and grabbed his hand, which was resting on my hospital bed. He smiled.

"I love you too," I replied quietly.

He smiled even wider and stood up, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

He didn't lean very far before he moved down and kissed my lips softly. It wasn't a make-out session, it was just a gentle kiss that lasted a few seconds at most.

"I'll come back later," we both pulled back and looked over at the door to see Liz in the doorway. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Ressler leaned away from me and sat down again.

"How are you feeling," she asked, walking to the other side of my bed.

"I've been better," I replied.

"I'd hope so," she muttered. "I called the others. They're on their way."

I nodded and thanked her. I reached over and grabbed Ressler's hand again.

Yeah, I felt like shit. Absolute shit. But I felt much better because I knew I had a whole team that was going to be there for me now.

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Day Off - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Day Off

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @aprildecker-blog

Word Count: 850 words

Warning(s): none that I can think of

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

Author's Note: :)

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I had spent the whole day in my own thoughts.

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

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

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

Maybe this is a date, I thought.

No.

I could be.

No, he has Liz.

They aren't together.

But he would still pick her before you.

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

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

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

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

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

We both sat on the couch.

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

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

He shrugged, "I think I deserve it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that," I asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ressler looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

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

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

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

"Good," he whispered against my lips.

What an amazing day off. What an amazing date.

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Threats - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Threats

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 603 words

Warning(s): mentions of threats

Summary: Ressler oversteps a little and (Y/n) is desperate to know why.

Author's Note: I never thought I'd be writing this much fanfiction about The Blacklist... oh well.

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It started with a written threat.

It was a promise from the blacklister that he knew we were looking for him. It was directly addressed to me, but I wasn't worried. I wasn't usually alone anyways, especially when we were on a case.

Once we had caught the guy, Ressler and I were the ones sent to question him.

He continued threatening me. I was able to shrug them off because he genuinely didn't scare me. I wasn't worried about what he could do to me.

Ressler wasn't having a minute of it.

After a little while of him defending me (and interfering with the progress in the investigation), I got very fed up. I stood up in the middle of the blacklister's speech.

"This man isn't worth my energy, come on," I nodded for Ressler to follow me outside.

"Excuse me," the blacklister called behind me as I went to close the door. "Listen here, you little bitch-"

I slammed the door shut. I looked over to see Liz walking down the hall.

"Hey, maybe you should take a crack at him," I suggested. "Now he knows me and Ressler as 'the bitch and their guard dog', so I think a change in faces would be more beneficial."

She nodded, walking to the door. I dragged Ressler a little farther down the hall.

"What," he asked.

"Are you seriously asking," I replied quietly through gritted teeth. "What the hell was that?"

"He was threatening you," Ressler explained.

"And you were interfering with the investigation," I snapped. "The more you responded to him, the further off track he got because he could see that it was getting a rise out of you. It was a massive waste of time. You know that."

Ressler stood in silence, looking down at the ground for a few moments.

"Why," I asked. He looked back up at me. "Why did you do it?"

Ressler looked around before grabbing my wrist and dragging me along with him. I followed him, quietly asking where we were going and why.

He opened the door to his office and pulled me inside.

"Are you going to answer my question," I asked.

Ressler just looked at me for a moment. It was like he had done a lot of this out of instinct and hadn't actually thought about what he was going to do now that I was here.

"Ressler, listen-"

"I like you," he cut me off, making me freeze. "God, that sounds childish. I... I love you, (Y/n)."

My entire body felt warm as I blushed at him. I kind of just blinked at him for a moment. It took me a moment to smile and look down for a second.

"I'm not trying to be pushy but if you could respond, it would save me a lot of stress," he mumbled.

We both chuckled for a moment.

I stepped forward and leaned up, kissing his cheek softly.

"I'll see you around, Ressler," I said softly as I went to move back.

Ressler stopped me, grabbing my waist to pull me into a proper kiss. I smiled against his lips, reaching up and lightly touching his jaw. Slowly, Ressler leaned back with a smile.

"See you around," he replied quietly.

I bit my lip and pulled back completely, walking out of the office. I went to go see if Liz could get any information but saw her already looking at me, a knowing smirk on her face.

"Shut up," I mumbled as I approached her.

"Oh, never," she promised.

I rolled my eyes. I knew she would keep that promise.

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Peach Cobbler

Pairing: Donald Ressler x Reader, Raymond Reddington x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: None.

Summary: On a simple dinner date, you were certain that you didn’t order an interruption by one, Raymond Reddington.

Donald reached over and took your hand in his, thumb brushing over your knuckles. He thought of your first meeting at the Bureau when he desperately wanted to hate you but found himself, over the months, being charmed with how different you were to your associate.

Now here you both were in a stable and loving relationship.

“Oh, there you are!” An excitable voice cried out from the doorway. The pair turned and saw Reddington making his way across the restaurant floor with a grin on his face, clearly oblivious to his intrusion. He approached their table and pulled out a seat for himself. 

“This is a nice part of town, isn’t it? You know I’ve always wanted to try the peach cobbler here. The reviews are spectacular.” He said, grabbing himself a napkin and not noticing the way you and Donald had moved your hands back. “I wonder if it’s anything like the one we got from the east coast of Venezuela. Do you remember, Y/n? That little cafe by the cherub fountain?”

You scoffed at how oblivious he was and nodded just to indulge his conversation. “And as much as we’d love to discuss Vida’s Venezuelan Bakery, Donald and I were-”

“We we’re undercover.” Donald quickly intercepted the sentence. 

Red shook his head and laughed.

“Donald. There are more important things at work than your recon mission. Oh-!” Reddington reached over and wrapped his hand around the champagne bottle at the centre of the table. He was like a child who had spotted his Christmas present under the tree.

“I haven’t seen this in circulation since 2004. Remarkable. I must speak to the chef as to how he acquired this Chardonnay after its discontinuation.” Red got to his feet and excused himself. “I’ll be back.” 

You smiled and waved him off, watching as the man disappeared behind the kitchen doors. With Reddington out of sight, you turned to the man opposite.

“Undercover?” You folded your arms across and Donald winced under your stare.

“Sorry, I panicked.” 

“Panicked? Why would you-? Hold on, are you scared of Reddington?”

“No.” Donald replied almost too quickly but cleared his throat when he knew that you wouldn't believe the lie. “Okay, yes. I mean, he’s protective of the people that he cares for which includes you and... what?”

There was a smile on your face. “Nothing.”

Suddenly, Reddington reappeared, champagne in one hand and a new bottle of red in the other both of which he placed on the table before taking a seat.

“Apparently there’s a small supplier in Epernay who exports in small batches from a family-owned vineyard.” He explained to listening ears. “Now where was I? Ah, yes. I came for Y/n.”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small envelope. It was made of a black velvet and your name had been scrawled in gold ink across the top. 

“This came in the mail an hour ago.” 

Your eyes widened and you snatched up the item, examining its legitimacy.

“What is that?” Ressler asked.

“It’s a Summons.” Red answered and poured himself a glass of red wine. “Someone’s in town and they require Y/n’s services.”

Ressler noticed how startled you were with the letter and tried to understand why. “Is post not normal?”

Red sipped his drink and leaned back in his chair, a small musing chuckle escaped as he revelled in Ressler’s innocence to his world.

You sighed and set the envelope down, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. 

“‘Summons’ are threats. You have to accept the job or you forfeit to a bounty placed on your head.”

Ressler leaned forward, his instinct was to take your hand but the bitter reminder of their seated table guest forced him to settle his hand on the white table cloth instead. “You don’t need to worry. We can get the Task Force to help.”

You looked at your dinner date and scoffed. 

“I’m not scared. I’m pissed.” You pointed to the envelope with an expression of anger starting to seep through. “What makes them think they can just walk over me? They can take their Summons and stick it-”

“Meals for Table 8.”

A restaurant attendant returned to your table with carefully balanced trays along her arm. “Stuffed mushrooms for the table, peach cobbler to-go, prawn linguine,” each dish was placed in the empty space, the waitress unaware of what she had interrupted. She set the final plate before you. “And cannelloni. Will there be anything else?”

You scoffed and stared at the food, appetite lost. Donald smiled at the restaurant worker and cleared his throat to reset his voice. 

“Uh, I think we’re good. Thank you.” 

The lady nodded and walked away, leaving the trio to their business. Donald noticed the way you started scrunching your napkin and couldn’t help but feel helpless. He wasn’t part of the underground scene so he couldn’t charge at the person who had targeted you without consequence. 

“One hurdle at a time, okay?” He reminded softly.

Red nodded and looked at his associate. “Donald’s right. You can’t fight a war on two fronts. Finish this undercover mission and then we’ll-“

“It’s a date.” You blurted out and sent a shrug at the surprised expression of Reddington and Ressler. “This is a date. Donald and I have been seeing each other for the past four months.”

It felt like the room had fallen to silence when it continued to bustle with merry diners. You had ripped a bandage from a wound and the sting was yet to come. 

Suddenly, the bureau’s informant belted out a laugh. “Oh, Y/n, your dinner jests are so much fun. I’ve always loved your humour. A date with Donald - oh, can you imagine?” 

You squinted at his denial. “This was an anniversary dinner.”

Red dismissed your statement casually and chuckled at the idea. “You can’t be involved with anyone from the bureau.”

Ahem. 

You scoffed and snatched up your glass of champagne from the table. 

“Well, we already are. I’m not asking for permission or forgiveness. It’s just one hurdle at a time.”

Red sighed and shook his head. “I just handed you a Summons. You need to go off the grid...”

Ahem. 

“Oh my god.” You complained loudly, ignorant to the disapproving eyes around you both. “You’re so infuriating that you’ve just moved to number one on my personal blacklist.”

Ahem! Donald cleared his throat louder than the last two and drew the attention of the squabble to himself.

“I think it’s best if I see myself out for this.” He said as he stood to his feet. Ressler looked at you apologetically for a moment before catching Reddington’s scowl and stepped away from the table, promptly leaving the restaurant in the night.

You sank in the chair and started to rip the napkin into small pieces. You had gotten through half of the tissue in silence when Reddington put his hand over your to stop the action. 

“I have nothing against Donald. If fact, I couldn’t be more supportive.” He told you honestly with a much quieter voice. “I just worry that replying to the letter will put targets on both of your backs.”

You shook your head. “If I answer one Summons, I’ll get ten more by Saturday. I won’t open myself up to contract work again.”

Reddington patted your hand. “Then we have work to do to find our mystery postman.” He said, grabbing his hat and standing to leave. “But first, we need to make a stop.”

You pulled out your wallet and set several notes on the table to pay for the uneaten meals. Putting your own coat on, you stashed the black envelope into your pocket and looked up.

“Where to?”

Red smiled back and picked up the boxed peach cobbler. Knowing that he wasn’t planning on saying more, you followed the man out of the fancy diner and to his car where Dembe was waiting.

The ride was quiet save for the soft jazz playing on the radio and the occasional sound of gravel when the vehicle turned onto uneven road. You kept your hands in your pockets, thumb absentmindedly tracing the edge of the black paper as you thought of a way out of the job and the bounty that didn’t result in bloodshed.

The car rolled to a stop, rocking you gently from your mind. You peered outside and noticed that you were on a familiar street. You turned to Reddington with a puzzled frown. “I don’t get it.”

Red picked up the box and handed it over. “You still have time to salvage what remains of your evening.”

You looked at the box with a sigh. “We need to deal with the summons-”

“And you will - tomorrow.” Red nodded.

Biting your lip, you stopped fighting the request and took item. You turned in your seat to open the door, stepping out in the cold night air. 

“One more thing.” Red called out, leaning across the backseat. “I’ll take care of the envelope until then. It’s a burden that can wait.”

He was right. You pulled the Summons from your pocket and passed it over. Instantly, you felt a weight being lifted. Red sent you a smile and a wave before you closed the door and watched the car drive away. 

Stepping onto the walkway, you followed the pebbled path until you reached a front porch. Taking a deep breath, you pressed the doorbell. There was a small shuffle inside until the door was opened by Ressler, dressed in a more comfortable red plaid shirt with pleasant surprise written over his face. His mouth opened to speak a greeting, but you spoke first. 

“Is it too late for dessert?” You asked. Donald pretended to contemplate the offer, squinting at the object in your hands. 

“Peach cobbler?”

You held the box out with a smile. “I’ve heard the reviews are spectacular.” 

With a chuckle, Donald stepped to the side to let you in. 

Reddington may have ruined the dinner plans but he also managed to redeem it.

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Why Didn't You Tell Me? - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: @ladyravenclaw

Word Count: 561 words

Warning(s): cussing

Summary: (Y/n) and Ressler were excited to finally have a date night. However, when Ressler gets a night off, so does (Y/n)'s brother.

Author's Note: Taking a break from the endless string of Supernatural imagines to write for The Blacklist. This is kind of short.

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It was going to be a great night.

Donald finally had a night off from work, so we planned a date night.

We were going to dinner at a lovely little restaurant that sat right down the road from my apartment.

We had been together for a few months at this point. My brother, Aram, had introduced us. We tried to go on normal dates whenever possible. It was not very common due to his work schedule. We just really valued our time together.

We were waiting for our food to come out when I excused myself to the bathroom.

Now, while my brother introduced me to Donald... Aram didn't actually know we were seeing each other. We weren't really trying to hide it. That's just how the pieces fell into place.

So, when I was on my way back from the bathroom, I was more than shocked to see Aram standing there, chatting with Donald. I froze. Shit. He hadn't seen me yet but Donald definitely had.

He subtly nodded me over. After a moment of hesitation, I started walking.

"Hey," I said awkwardly.

Aram turned around. He didn't speak, just looked between Donald and me.

"Wait, wait," he pointed between us. "Seriously?!"

We both nodded guiltily.

"How long," he asked.

"Just over three months," I shrugged.

"Seriously?"

I nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me," he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"You guys got really busy and we didn't really talk for a while," I explained. "It never really came up."

"What about you," Aram crossed his arms, turning back to Donald. "I see you every day."

"During what mission does, 'Oh, I'm dating your sibling,' come up," Donald asked.

"Maybe when we are standing together on the elevator after work," Aram suggested. I smirked but tried to hold it back. Aram made a good point.

"Look, I'm sorry," Donald stood up. "I should've told you, you're right. I didn't want you to find out suddenly like this but... we both really like each other and are happy together."

He reached over and grabbed my hand, smiling at me softly. I blushed and looked down for a moment.

"I'm sorry," I added, looking back at Aram.

He looked between the two of us. There was a moment of tense silence.

"I guess it's better I found out now rather than later," he shrugged. He turned to Donald. "I... I was going to give you the 'if you hurt them speech' but now I don't want to."

"Because I'll kick your ass for him," I added from behind him. Aram nodded, pointing at me.

Donald laughed and nodded, "Message received."

Aram said goodbye to both of us before heading off to wherever he had been.

"Why was he here," I asked after Donald and I had sat back down.

"He was picking up an order and spotted me," Donald explained. I chuckled. "I was trying to play off why I was there but he kept asking about my date."

I laughed a little more, "I really wish I had seen that."

"Why?"

"Because I don't get to see you nervous a lot," I replied as I moved to take a sip of my drink. "It would've been a sight."

"Yeah, yeah," Donald tried to shrug it off. I smiled at the blush on his face.

I really liked our date nights.

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Ability - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Ability

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 832 words

Warning(s): cussing, argument, mentions of blood and violence

Summary: (Y/n) isn't happy with Ressler trying to be "protective"

Author's Note: Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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We were about to be sent on a mission to hunt down a blacklister when Ressler decided to pipe up saying that I should stay back. Then, he tried to support his argument in front of the whole team. In complete embarrassment and anger, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him along with me.

"(Y/n)-"

"Shut up," I snapped, slamming the door to Ressler's office so we could talk to some semblance of privacy. "Don't ever disrespect me like that again! Especially in front of the rest of the team."

"I want to keep you safe," he argued.

"I understand that but I got the same training you did," I replied. He looked down for a moment. "I'm here because I can do this job. And I'm sorry but it's not your job to decide if I can 'handle' a mission or not."

"I'm sorry for wanting to protect you," he snapped. "Sometimes it's okay to let someone take care of you."

"Not when they're babying you at your job," I said before turning around and leaving the office in a huff.

--time skip--

My heart dropped when I heard Liz yell two words.

"Agent down!"

I knew who was with Liz... it was Ressler.

My heart dropped.

I stayed focus for a moment. Just long enough to take down the blacklister, but as they arrested him, I ran outside. The ambulance was taking off as I made it out.

I looked around. No sign of Ressler anywhere.

"Shit," I yelled.

Liz yelled my name. She tossed me the keys to one of the cars so I could follow them. I looked at her.

"We'll be fine, go," she called.

I nodded and sprinted to the car before following the ambulance out of the crime scene.

It felt like a matter of minutes before I was pulling into the hospital parking lot. I ran up to the desk just inside the door. I held up my badge, asking about an Agent Ressler.

"One moment," the nurse picked up the phone, calling for an update. I stood there, shaking slightly as I waited. The nurse kept a calm tone. "He's in surgery. I'll call you as soon as I can. I promise."

"Thank you," I nodded before going to sit down. My leg continued shaking.

I'm not sure how long I was sitting there. The only mark I had to even somewhat keep time was Liz texting me to keep her updated as they needed to question the blacklister.

As soon as the nurse looked at me, I was up. She rambled a room number to me and that he probably isn't awake yet. I nodded, running down the hall.

I let out a small sigh of relief when I reached the doorway.

He was still unconscious and had cuts on his face from when he had fallen, but he wasn't bleeding out and that was good enough for me. I pulled a chair over and grabbed his hand as I sat down.

"Goddammit," I mumbled. I was angry that we had left things in a fight. "I have never been so scared. I was so scared that the last thing you were going to remember of me was me being angry. I love you, dumbass."

There was a while where I was sitting there, clinging to Ressler's hand and watching him for any sign that he was waking up.

When I heard some quiet mumbling, I shot up from my seat. I sat on the edge of the bed, my other hand reaching out to cup the side of his face.

He slowly blinked, looking at me. I could tell his eyes were adjusting.

"Hey," I said softly. "There he is."

"Hi," he replied, voice slightly raspy.

"God," I let my head fall for a moment.

"I owe you an apology," he mumbled. "I shouldn't have doubted you earlier. I was slipping in and out of consciousness when I realized how desperate I was for us to not end with a fight."

I moved my hand from his cheek, now holding one of his hands in both of mine. I pulled the hand up and kissed his knuckles with a grin.

"I understand why you were worried," I shrugged. "I just want to know that you trust me to do my job."

"Of course I do, I'm just an idiot when I'm protective," he said. "I'm sorry that I acted like such an ass."

"It's okay," I nodded.

He grinned before scooting over carefully.

"Lay with me," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and laid next to him. I tried to keep as much weight off of his as possible. I touched his cheek so he would turn and look at me. I leaned in and kissed him gently. He hummed softly against my lips, making me pull back and chuckle.

"I love you," I mumbled.

"I love you too."

My ability to do my job was never questioned after that day.

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This is Not a Hospital - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: This is Not a Hospital

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 408 words

Warning(s): cussing, mentions of violence and blood

Summary: Not all missions went to plan... but they still could have amazing results.

Author's Note: :)

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It was all a bit foggy.

I slipped in and out of consciousness as I tried to understand what was going on around me.

I remember Ressler's face as he looked at me, begging me to hang on and that he was right there.

I remember seeing Red walk over.

I remember mumbling something, barely coherent.

Then, it goes dark.

I blinked slowly, waking up more and more as I did. I looked around. I was on what seemed to be a hospital bed. Except I wasn't in a hospital room. It was a room that seemed to be made of plastic. I looked over to see Ressler sitting in a chair nearby.

"Donald," I called. He looked up.

"Oh, thank god," he walked over quickly and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?"

"This is not a hospital room," I muttered. He chuckled.

"Are you okay," he repeated.

"I... I think so," I said. "Where am I? What happened?"

"You don't remember," he asked.

"Kind of," I explained. "I remember going on the mission, I remember the few minutes before engaging, but then it's a blur."

"You... You were shot," Ressler looked down for a moment. "Reddington showed up and I begged him to help you because you weren't going to make it for the ambulance. He saved you."

"So I'm in Reddington's make-shift hospital room?"

He nodded.

"God, I was so scared that I had lost you," Ressler mumbled.

"Oh, you should know that I'm not easy to get rid of," I joked. He chuckled. "Thank you... for saving me."

"I didn't do much," he replied.

"God, take the compliment!"

"Sorry," he muttered. "Can... Can I tell you something?"

I nodded.

"It's just... I thought you were going to die," he explained. "And then I realized how dangerous our job was and I'm so worried that we're going to lose each other before I get the chance to say that... I... I love you, (Y/n)."

I sat in shock for a couple of moments. Ressler bit his lip. I could tell that he was nervous.

"I love you too," I replied, smiling.

He let out a deep breath, "Thank goodness."

I chuckled at him, grabbing his hand.

"So, are we going out for a drink after all of this," I asked jokingly. He chuckled.

"Sounds like a plan," he nodded.

Hopefully, that plan wouldn't end getting rudely interrupted like our last plan did.

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Too Cold - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Too Cold

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 513 words

Warning(s): cussing

Summary: (Y/n) and Ressler were sent on a stakeout to help with a case Reddington had given them. If only everything had gone to plan.

Author's Note: First of all, thank you for the compliment, that's so sweet! Second of all, I have a lot of fun writing for Ressler.

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I relaxed into the seat of the car. I had been leaning forward with a camera for most of the night.

Stakeouts were never my favorite thing and when it felt like Reddington was sending us on a wild goose chase, the whole process felt unbelievably annoying.

The snow falling was delightful... the reason for being out in it was completely ridiculous.

"You alright," Donald asked.

I nodded, "It's just my back."

"Here," he grabbed the camera from me, taking over my job while I popped my back. "I'll give you a back rub when we get home."

"I'm gonna hold you to that," I said. He chuckled. "This feels like a waste of time. Reddington probably already has the information and is waiting to make us look like idiots."

"He's moving," Donald sat back up, handing me the camera.

We waited until the man had pulled out of his driveway before even turning on our car. Or... at least trying. Donald turned the key multiple times. The car was just not starting.

"Shit," I muttered, pulling out my phone. "Liz. Our car just broke down and we can't follow Reddington's target."

I nodded as I listened to her talk.

"Liz tracked him," I said, putting my phone down. Ressler nodded.

Then, my phone rang again. It was Harold.

"Agent (Y/l/n)," I said like I did every time I answered the phone. Harold spoke for a minute. "Yes sir. Thank you."

I hung up the phone and let out a deep breath.

"Shit!"

"Okay, what's the news," Donald said.

"Harold told us to hold tight, don't draw attention to ourselves, and someone will be out to help us as soon as possible... which could be as far as tomorrow morning."

"You're kidding," he replied. I shook my head. I felt tears in my eyes. "Hey, hey, it's alright."

"No, it's not," I forced a chuckle. "I had a whole surprise planned out. I was gonna order your favorite food and I had made dessert and I got some great movies. I thought we could still do it even with the stakeout but now it's all fucked."

"(Y/n)," Donald grabbed my hand. "Thank you. You're so kind. We'll enjoy an evening together tomorrow night. Or turn it into breakfast."

I chuckled. I didn't quite understand why I was really so upset. I think a lot had become a part of a pile and it just pushed me over.

"I am so tired," I grumbled.

"Come on," Donald said. I watched, confused, as he crawled into the back of the car.

"Do you know how funny that looked?"

"Shut up," he replied, motioning for me to follow him. He slipped his jacket off and laid down with the jacket tucked under his head.

I laid on his chest, arms wrapped around his torso and legs intertwined. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Goodnight," he said quietly. "I love you."

"Love you too," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

It wasn't ideal but if this was our quiet night together... I wasn't completely upset by the outcome.

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Well Earned - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Well Earned

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 889 words

Warning(s): kidnapping, violence

Summary: After a mission went bad, Ressler gets kidnapped by some of Reddington's old friends. (Y/n) feels at their wit's end... and Reddington understands why.

Author's Note: I really do like writing for The Blacklist because writing dialogue for Reddington is so much fun.

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I stormed into the main room of the black site in a rage. Reddington was standing in the middle of the room, clearly planning how to fix his mistake.

It was supposed to be easy. Meet some guy, get some information, and then come back. So explain to me how Ressler ended up getting kidnapped in the process.

"Reddington," I yelled. He turned to look at me. He was about to tell me something but I picked up my hand, slapping him across the face. "Easy mission! That's what you said! How the hell did you fuck up that bad!?"

"Agent (Y/l/n)," I immediately calmed down when I heard Harold say my name. "We are all angry about this but let's keep ourselves together."

"No, Harold, I think the hit was well earned," Reddington held his hand up to Harold before looking at me. "Due to how Donald and (Y/n) feel about each other, I'm not surprised at this reaction."

I stared at him in complete shock but everyone else looked at me.

Reddington ignored our reactions, "Yes, it was supposed to be easy. I wasn't aware of how jumpy my friend had gotten. I apologize for what happened to Donald, but all I can do now is try to fix it."

I shook my head, trying to actually focus on the plan that Reddington had. It was quickly rambled off, but I thankfully got all of it.

Before Reddington left, I grabbed onto his arm.

"What did you mean," I asked. "About Ressler and I?"

"Liz let it slip that you had feelings for him," he shrugged. "And I figured out Donald's feelings almost as soon as I met him. He was very fast to argue that I was not supposed to say a word to you."

I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes at him.

"And yes, I do realize that I ignored what Donald said. Now, go get him back."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Cheer from the sidelines," he answered before walking away with no further explanation.

--Time Skip--

I leaned on the wall by the door. Liz looked at me and we nodded at each other.

We were out at some cabin in the middle of the woods. Reddington had given us the address.

The rest was a blur. Fighting and yelling. A gunshot or two went off.

Everything had settled and I looked up through an open door.

"Ressler," I yelled. Liz yelled out to the other agents and such that were waiting outside.

I cupped the side of Ressler's face, smiling at him, "Hey, hey... I'm here. We're here to save you. You're safe."

I went around him to undo the restraints holding him to the chair. Liz walked in, working on the restraints holding his legs. The medics were right behind her, supporting Ressler to the ambulance.

"Come on," Liz said, trying to pull me away from the scene as I watched them load the ambulance. I nodded.

--Time Skip--

I woke up in an uncomfortable chair in Ressler's hospital room. A guard was standing outside. I sat up straight, trying to pop my back. The jacket I used as a blanket fell off of me.

Ressler was still sleeping.

I grabbed my phone, updating Liz. I tried to relax but I was still too worried.

It was maybe an hour of blank staring and nervous foot tapping before I heard Ressler speak.

"(Y/n)," he said quietly. I stood up, walking over to the side of his bed.

"Hey," I smiled. I grabbed his hand. "How are you feeling? I should get the doctor."

"Wait."

Ressler held onto my hand tighter. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"Umm," I cleared my throat, hoping I wouldn't regret this. "Reddington... when you got kidnapped... he mentioned that we both... god... that we share feelings for each other."

Ressler was silent.

"I explained that like a teenager," I closed my eyes and dropped my head, embarrassed.

"He's right," Ressler said. I look back at him. "Which I hate but I'll deal with."

I chuckled at that.

"So, when you get out of here," I motioned around us at the hospital room, "do you wanna go to dinner?"

"I'd like that," he replied.

There was a moment of silence... comfortable silence. I took a deep breath before leaning down.

"Weren't you gonna call the doctor," Ressler asked sarcastically.

"In a minute," I said softly, my lips almost touching his. "This was well earned."

I kissed him gently, knowing that he was still hurt and I needed to be aware of that. Ressler reached up and cupped the side of my face. I squeezed the hand I was still holding. I slowly pulled away, just barely separating our lips.

I was bright red. After a moment, I found myself chuckling. I pulled back fully, sitting up straight again. Ressler kept a hold of my hand.

"What," he asked.

"I slapped Reddington," I said. "When you got kidnapped, I stormed in and slapped him."

"Good," he nodded. "Deserved it."

"He agreed," I replied. "I do need to go get the doctor."

"Okay," Ressler let go of my hand. "I'll be here."

"I hope so," I mumbled, smiling at him as I reached the door.

Yeah, I was right. This... us... it was well earned.

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