#samar navabi x you

[oneshotnewbie]

F reader and Samar?

"Samar...I uh...I don't feel.....so well....I think im.....gonna take a seat-" reader sinks into Samars arms in the breakroom at work, passing out cold.

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Your whole body screamed in pain and frustration; if you had your way, you´d wanted to curl up on the floor in a fetal position. But that wasn´t possible for you. You couldn´t afford that at work, couldn´t show that you were breaking down in this heat while everyone else around you seemed to be fine with it.

So you sat restlessly at your desk, trying to focus on the various digits on the screen as they gradually blurred into each other, your sweaty palm wrapping around the mouse.

The tingling in your neck that rose into the back of your head, the heat that spread in waves in your chest, the strange headache and not to forget the dizziness you felt became more uncomfortable, annoying and stronger with each passing hour. You blamed it on the exertion, the stress and the constant sitting in the car or at the desk. Occasionally, you would force yourself to take deep breaths, which would make the feeling fade, but didn´t really improve your situation. This oppressive warmth on and around you didn´t let you go. A film of sweat formed on your skin and your body longed to cool down. The air was almost stuffy and left the room with almost no air to breathe for you. "You wanna get something to drink?"

Your gaze wandered to your colleague, Samar, which was standing in front of you. Her arms braced under her chest and her legs planted firmly on the floor. She gave you that stern and unique look that never allowed you to say no.

You wrestled with your answer for a moment; her face doubling and tripling in your vision. Actually, you didn´t want to get up and stay seated, but you nodded anyway, knowing that you didn´t stand a chance against her. "..yeah."

You stifled the effort of a groan as you pushed yourself off your work desk and followed Samar into the break room. You felt bruised, but no wonder in the heat. You couldn´t sleep properly for days and confused heat dreams chased the next.

When you closed the door to the room behind you, you dragged yourself to the next wall you were near and leaned against it for a moment. You found it difficult to move reasonably fast, it felt like heavy weights were hanging from your arms and legs, making every movement infinitely tedious. "Here, take this. You look awful." Samar stated the obvious and bit her inner lip as she held a cool water bottle in front of you- the dizziness, as you know, showing up again and leaving your vision blurry. "..thanks."

"When was the last time you closed your eyes for a healthy amount of sleep?" she asked inquisitively and raised one of her eyebrows questioningly. She had noticed a change in your appearance and demeanor days ago- much quieter and more tense. You were wearing the wrong clothes for this time of year and she recognized the faint beads of sweat under the bright light of the lamp.

"Not for days. The heat.. It´s killing me." you explained and had to realized that even speaking began to be difficult. With one hand you pulled the collar of your shirt and waved it to let more air onto your skin. "Now let´s get back to work, killers don´t catch themselves." you spoke softly, trying to squeeze your way out of the health questions. She was your best friend, no question. But still you didn´t want anyone to know how you were doing at the moment.

After all, it was just a heat way that eventually will pass.

"Y/n." A hand in front of you stopped you from walking towards the door and opening it, her fingers pressed against your abdomen and let you fall back against the grey and cold wall. "Samar, please."

"Y/n." the FBI agent´s voice sounded oddly weird, making you stop in your movement and look up. Her other hand grabbed yours and you wondered why Samar felt so cool. "Heatwave?"

"Yes, exactly." you turned around, now standing with your side to her and inwardly cursed your mental failure for forgetting the dizziness that was catching up to you immediately. "The last days of summer are over and it has cooled down significantly. What are you talking-"

And then it hit you full force. The heat had become unbearably strong, your heart was pounding in your chest and you had to swallow loudly when your condition suddenly deteriorated. You had to sit down immediately just to keep from fainting.

"Samar…I uh…I don't feel…..so well….I think im…..gonna take a seat again-" you interrupted and slumped against her as she tightened her grip on you with a surprised sound from deep in her throat. But it was too late, you blacked out and fell. You fell until the world stopped spinning and you found yourself on the floor, at least half on the floor and half in her arms as she caught and fell down with you.

Why was Samar so incredibly cold?

Her cool hand touched your forehead and you leaned into it, drowning out the aching pounding behind your temples. "Sweets, come on." she sounded concerned. Now you could place the tone of her voice that you had been wondering about all along. There was huge concern written in her voice.

You tried to answer her, tried to explain that it was just the heat that completely wrecked your circulation and got you into this position; into a collapse. There was no need to worry and no reason to hold you in your arms on the tiled floor, which was so cold. But your voice failed and no sound came out of you.

The sudden dryness of your throat and the darkness that had managed to take away a bigger part of your vision intensified, taking you into yet another heat-ridden dream.

#samar navabi x reader #samar navabi x you #samarnavabi #samar navabi #samarnavabi x you #samarnavabi x reader #x reader #the blacklist #theblacklist #the blacklist fanfiction #the blacklist fanfic #the blacklist imagines #the blacklist imagine #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #imagines

[glowstar826]

Heyyy, comrade)

For give me a character thingy:

Dembe or Aram from TBL

Tom Branson or Henry Talbot from Downtown Abbey.

Happy summer <3

Oooh, you’ve watched Downton Abbey? Well, we will need to discuss that sometime, won’t we? 😏

Anyways. Let’s do this.

ARAM MOJTABAI:

I feel pretty great about this character—a sense of kinship, if you will. The similarities Aram and I share are so specific that I could, for once, relate to a fictional character in a creative medium. It felt nice, seeing my personality being played out on the screen.

The only person I ship with him is Samar Navabi. They were a match made in heaven and I am so sad that Samar had to go. Their romance was so wholesome and tumultuous, and they went through so much…it’s almost like how Matthew and Mary danced around each other in Downton Abbey. Or how steadfast Anna and Bates were in that same show. Saram (the ship name for Aram x Samar) is like a mix of M&M and Anna/Bates.

My non-romantic OTP with Aram has to be him and Reddington. Even though Red is a criminal, Aram still holds him in high regard and respects him deeply. I also love how Red respects Aram in return and never takes advantage of his innocence. They as a non-romantic OTP are perfect! My favorite scene was when Red told Aram that he owed him a life debt because of how Aram saved Liz from danger. That scene was so powerful, it made my heart swell.

I don’t know whether it’s an unpopular opinion or not, but it is of my opinion that Aram should’ve kept Agnes away from Liz. Agnes didn’t need to be moved around from place to place and be traumatized for life. She needed to be under the care of someone who Liz knew and trusted, and that person was Aram. Aram would have taken way better care of Agnes than this mysterious Mrs. French. Aram would’ve been able to tell Agnes lovely stories about Liz and Tom, and he would’ve been able to give Agnes what Mrs. French couldn’t: safety and stability. It’s ironic, seeing as Aram is an FBI agent, but Mrs. French had a notorious connection to Liz as opposed to Aram, who was on the side of the good.

I wish that Aram had taken Agnes and stood up for himself for once. He needed to make Liz understand that she wouldn’t have fit as a good mother for her daughter at the time. He needed to not bend to the will of others. It’s very sad that the narrative gave Aram a chance, but he blew it.

TOM BRANSON:

I like him. He’s quite energetic, and though we disagree politically, he’s a good man. His character growth in the show is something that makes me smile, because of how much he actually grew.

I ship him with Sybil Crawley and only Sybil Crawley. Any other ship with him just makes me cringe. I suppose I’m also open to a friends-to-lovers type of romance with Tom and Mary, but only in fanfics (and even then, I’m iffy). Maybe I wouldn’t have minded if that happened when I first watched the show at age 11, but now, my beliefs are more hardened and solid. I wouldn’t be able to even stomach Tom x Mary. On the other hand, Tom x Sybil are a match made in heaven (like Saram is in TBL). That’s the good thing about this show. They leave you no room to wonder about any other ships because the canon ones are written so bloody well! When it came to romance, this show always hit it right on the money. It had the initial attraction, the development, and then the final product. It also helps that all the actors had such wonderful chemistry with one another. I guess that’s the Downton Abbey charm, isn’t it?

The non-romantic OTP question has an easy answer: Tom and Matthew. They were friends, comrades, and brothers in everything but blood. The on-screen chemistry they had was beyond excellent. One of my favorite scenes was when Matthew jumped up to Tom’s defense after the latter was drugged by Larry Grey, and I loved how Matthew announced that Tom would be his best man. I thoroughly enjoyed how Tom was the one who convinced Matthew to not call off the wedding with Mary. I will always remember when he said, “You won’t be happy with anyone else while Lady Mary walks the Earth.” It makes me bubble up inside to know that it was Tom who convinced Matthew in the end. I also love when Matthew said an episode or two later, “We’re brothers-in-law with high-minded wives. We’d better stick together.” This makes me really want to know how Tom reacted to Matthew’s death. Did he cry? Did he brood? Because I know he’s the emotional type for sure.

I don’t have any unpopular opinion regarding Tom, I don’t think. I also don’t have anything that I wish happened in canon.

Thank you so much for the asks, @skiesfallithurts! It was so terribly fun to answer them!

#character asks #skiesfallithurts #the blacklist #aram mojtabai #samar navabi #raymond reddington #downton abbey #tom branson #sybil crawley #matthew crawley

[mayalaen]

10 fandoms, 10 fave female characters

Thanks to @samanddeaninpanties for tagging me! This was REALLY hard. So many awesome chicks!!

1. Pamela Barnes (Supernatural)

2. Bedelia du Maurier (Hannibal)

3. Vala Mal Doran (Stargate ‘Verse)

4. Dana Scully (X-Files)

5. Samar Navabi (The Blacklist)

6. Franky Doyle (Wentworth)

7. Lila West (Dexter)

8. Nyota Uhura (Star Trek)  

9. Zoe Washburne (Firefly)

10. Brenda Chenowith (Six Feet Under)

If you’re paying attention you’ll notice that most of these women are considered assholes and/or badass. Yes, I have a type. And each one of these ladies could have me waiting on them 24/7 and I’d thank them for the privilege.

Tagging people from my activity list: @aylithfae @therewillbeblood @theydraggedmein @maliciouslycreative @ryugarika @bethanymhart @amirosebooks @tiffanybluesclues @hitthebooksposts @helvonasche

No obligation to play if I tagged you.

If you weren’t tagged and wanna play, please tag me back so I can see your answers 🥰

#tagging games #about me #fandom #ladies

[theblacklistrareshipsweek]

Ship List

Ship list for reference, it doesn’t mean you’re limited only to these characters/ships!

M/F ships&dynamics Samar Navabi x Aram Mojtabai Gina Zanetakos x Jacob Phelps (Tom Keen) Liz Keen x Tom Keen Raymond Reddington x Alina Park/Madeline Pratt/Katarina Rostova, etc. Donald Ressler x Alina Park/Gina Zanetakos/Samar Navabi, etc. M/M ships&dynamics Raymond Reddington x Donald Ressler/Berlin/Dembe/Cooper, etc. Donald Ressler x Henry Prescott/Tom Keen, etc. F/F ships&dynamics Liz Keen x Samar Navabi/Meera Malik/Gina Zanetakos/the Djinn, etc. !Crackships!

Donald Ressler/lamppost/badge/booze/service weapon, etc. Raymond Reddington/wine/fedora/gun, etc. Harold Cooper/office/scotch hooch, etc.

Or anything you come up with.

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*Reverse ships also count.

*Romantic or platonic—it’s up to you, we’re game for all. You can appreciate the dynamics, it’s also awesome!

*Genderswapped (e.g., Red becomes Regina, Liz becomes Liam) ships are also allowed.

*Сrossover ships (one character from TBL and another from other TV show) are allowed.

*In case some of you like a character and ship it with Original Female/Male Character, you’re also welcome to join us.

#TBLRSW Ship List

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Time Managment.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 3444

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Forty Nine

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Ressler.

Things were moving too slow for my taste, and I couldn't imagine how this wait to get Agnes back was for Liz.

Tom and Liz had come many times to me asking for help, a lead, anything they could exploit, and Liz told me Red was a little resented and wasn't exactly sharing Intel on how to get to Kirk.

However, every time I came home, crossed the door of my home and walked to Mags, everything was sunshine and rainbows on her end.

After we had to wait from the attache team in London to look over Reddington's next guy, they dismissed me until the found anything.

I got home, going up the stairs and looking for Mags on her office, she spent a lot of time here.

She was talking on the phone, writing things in a big calendar she had on one of her walls. She scribbled something down and then turned the pages, placing her hand in the box that had a big red heart.

"I'll get back to you as soon as I have some news, thank you" she hung up and took a deep breath. Then she went to her desk and scribbled down some more things in her agenda.

"Do you like that guy?" I heard another voice. I didn't know she had company, the other person was sitting in the corner out of my view.

"I think he's alright, I mean, he's got good references"

"I'll have him as a plan B if you don't like it" the other person came into view, it was Gina. "And what about this girl for interior design?" She handed her a piece of paper.

"Mmm" she scanned it quickly "ohh, this firm in PA, top notch, see if you can get a reference" she handed her back the paper and finally looked at me. I gave her a smile while Gina looked at me as well

"Don hey" she walked to me and gave me a little hug "I heard the news, congrats! I have a perfect make up artist and a hairdresser, we're going to make Maggie look dreamy for your big day"

"Won't take much, she's already dreamy" I said looking at her, she gave me a little smile while her cheeks redened.

"Aw, anyway, I'll use the phone downstairs" Gina said while walking around me downstairs. I looked back at Mags again while walking inside.

"You're home early" she said giving her watch a quick look.

"What's Gina doing here?" I asked. I smiled when Maggie hopped on her desk with a smile

"So get this, the director found out about my wedding and he said he wanted me to set up a second team in my care so they can take over while I plan this" she clapped happy and looked down to grab her agenda "Gina and I have been at this for maybe an hour, going through resumes and calling people. I've been answering messages from my family. My aunt said she wants to gift me something from the wedding, either the cake or the souvenirs, I don't know which one yet. And look at these!" She said handing me an envelope.

I opened it and checked our names, written in the cards along as 'save the date!' with a little calendar marking our wedding day.

"This came out pretty" I said, pushing the card back in.

"They're beautiful" she said while taking it back. "I'll probably be sending these this week, and we have to go cake tasting and I'm taking next week off to do the bridesmaids dresses, I have to go check out mine, my shoes" she listed, then took a deep breath "it's a lot. But here"

She turned to a stack of envelopes she had behind her and separated a few from the bunch.

"Those are for the guys at the blacksite, Samar, Aram, Cooper and Liz hopefully with baby and all"

"We're closing in, we're not going to be after this guy for four months"

"I hope" Maggie said, she was still holding an extra card in her hands "can I like... Well, not ask but consult something with you? Because-"

Ah, I knew were this one was going.

"I know that you hate Raymond and that his your arch enemy and you guys have bad blood between eachother but... Can I?" She shook the card a little "invite him to our wedding?"

I gave her a little twist of lips because no, knowing what happens when he goes to weddings I want him as far as he can from mine.

"I know that you guys don't match but... He's been good to me and he used to know my dad so, I don't want to say like it'll be as if my dad was there but I thought that-" she quieted down, and I realized that this whole thing was also kind of painful to Mags.

Her dad, the person she loved most, wasn't going to be with her to walk her down the aisle, to have her first dance, to make a toast for us.

I saw her look down, with the envelope still on her hand. I guess I'm going to have to suck this one up.

"The girl said she's perfect with the-" I head Gina interrupt from behind us. Maggie cleared her throat and hoped off the table "sorry, is this a bad time?"

"No" Maggie dismissed "I was just giving Don the save the dates and waiting for you to return, I still need to check on a project"

I leaned in and grabbed the envelope from her hand.

"I'll deliver these, call me if you need anything" I said. Mags looked at the envelopes in my hand and gave me a little smile while she grabbed her purse from the chair.

"Thank you" she whispered at me while leaning in to give me a fast kiss on the lips.

I saw Gina turn on her heels and walk down, Maggie following her. As soon as I heard the clicking sound of heels from Gina going down the stairs, Mags turned around and pulled me in for another longer kiss, my hands quickly finding her waist and pulling her for a hug.

"Seriously, thank you" she whispered against my lips, her hand slowly moving from my neck to my cheek "and I'm sorry I'm putting you in a difficult position and that you don't want him near but he's actually a good friend"

"You two knock that off until your wedding night!" Gina yelled from downstairs. Maggie gave me a smirk and kissed my lips again.

She was gone for the rest of the day, and that gave me time to check the things I had to check on my end, and that included keeping in touch with Ramona constantly, I'd come to an arrangement with her about the payment for the bookings we needed to do, knowing that Mags wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of spending almost double of what she had in mind in just one night. But I was. Not only because I wanted to see her happy but because I was sitting on 7 years of bureau payment that I didn't wanted to spend anyway else.

Once back in the blacksite the next day, we finally had a lead about this guy that supposedly was working with Kirk. I saw my opportunity then to hand the team the save the dates.

"Can I steal you guys for a second?" I said looking at the team, then searched for the envelopes on my suit's inner pocket "even though the idea of an 'on the spot' wedding sounds really romantic, we're not going to drop an Elizabeth Keen and have our wedding the same day we let people know" I joked looking at Liz, then handed her one of the envelopes, then went around handing Samar, Aram and Cooper the remaining three "and even though it's highly inappropriate giving what you're going through Liz" I sympathize with her "things are moving fast and-"

"You're getting married?" She pitched in, looking at the card with a smile.

I ran my eyes through them, they were giving me an expectant and proud smile, and I matched them with my own.

"Yeah, I am" I said.

"Oh my God" she said while leaning in to give me a hug. Cooper gave me a proud smile and a pat on the shoulder while Samar also leaned in to hug me.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but" Aram said looking at his computer "one of our suspects? Local police found a body in a park that fits his description"

"Ressler, Navabi, get to the park, ID the body and if it us our suspect, I want to know who killed him"

Samar and I nodded and got on the move. As soon as the elevator doors closed I pulled out my phone.

"Mags told me to tell you that this weekend she's having the bridesmaids go out with her for the fittings of the dresses and such, and she wanted you to come"

"Flattered" she said while the elevator opened up. "I saw her after she came back from your vacation and I saw the ring but I didn't actually believe you'd asked her"

We climbed in the car and headed to the crime scene.

"Why wouldn't I? We're in love"

"Yes but... I know about your fiance, Audrey, and how she died. And I didn't think that after that you'd like to try again. Our line of work is a very lonely one."

"Only if you don't have someone to walk on your pace. If I have to stay all night searching for something she sets up the coffee machine in a timer for me to have coffee during the night, she wakes up at six to have breakfast with me even though her work is at 9 am, she even scrappes the blood of my shirts and if that isn't a keeper right there then I don't know what a keeper is"

"I didn't say it like that, I said it in the sense that people around us get hurt because of us"

"Yeah, well in this case, the threats aren't coming from me" I said parking the car and exiting, referring to her work with Reddington. He's been the only one putting her in danger when she was and now... Now that he was gone from her life I just hoped I had all my bases covered.

Turns out Tom Keen ended up being our inside man in the case, and we captured the blacklister before the day ended, not really knowing what Reddington's end game was.

When I walked into the house, I saw Mags pace back and forth talking on the phone, I walked to her and gave her one short kiss and let her continue.

"Oh well, that's a shame, I liked that one... No it's fine I can go browse for other kinds tomorrow..... I won't be going but if Don wants to he can be my guest, I'm deadly allergic to flowers.... Okay I'll let him know, thanks Ramona"

I heard the thud on the table as she dropped her phone and sat on the kitchen table with her laptop in front of her.

"What's wrong?" I said rolling up my sleeves.

"Just some... Hiccups" she said looking into the computer "her people didn't find the vase I wanted for the table decorations and she said she can have them be hand made but that's-"

"And why don't you have them be hand made?"

"I'd like to search for more" she dismissed me "and if I don't find another alternative I'll have them hand made. But that's not what I'm upset about. I went dress shopping with Gina and my childhood friend Sara who came from Rhode Island for a week to help me out with stuff, we went through five wedding fitting venues and didn't find the one that I liked, all of them told me that model isn't made anymore even though it hasn't been a year since it was released"

She tapped a few times in the pad to open up some folders.

"Here, you can look at it since I'm going to have to pick another one anyway" she turned the laptop to me. I could understand her anger, the dress was beautiful, and I didn't know a damn thing about dresses, I just knew she would've looked bomb in it.

"Are all going to be backless? I like that one, because I like your back a lot" I said running my hand on her spine, she let out the smallest smile "and why don't you have that one hand made?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

"First of all, no, absolutely not. Second of all, you already looked at it, so it's cursed now. Third, this is Vera Wang, anything that I can do hand made will never come close to the actual thing. The problem is" she tapped again in the screen opening up the browser and tipping fast "all backless dress are like this" she motioned at the screen and I could see the pattern "they're all skin tight and if I get one of these, I'll have to be in a diet for the rest of my life. Besides look at all these fucking chicks! they're models! I would never look like that in one of those dresses, it has to have layers upon layers of tulle"

"Well" I said shutting the laptop down and looking at her "I've seen you with skin tight dresses and you are fucking hot Margaret"

She scrunched her nose and then gave me a chuckle

"Ew, why do you call me that?" She said opening the laptop again. I stood up and walked to the fridge.

"Because you make me mad when you say you're not hot. That you don't look like a model just because your thighs touch an inch in the center?"

"Okay, you like my body, I get it. It doesn't mean I'll look good in this dress"

I walked back to her with a bottle of water and extended my hand to her.

"I'll bet you a thousand dollars you would" she gave me a smirk and slapped my hand away. "I mean it" I said pulling my hand back to her "when you go dress hunting you try one of those on and I guarantee you'll end up picking it"

"So you know me better than what I know myself?" I grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her head up while I leaned in to kiss her shortly.

"I'm saying I know that you'll love how you'll look in that dress when you try it out"

"But if I do, then you'll know when I give you the money of the bet"

"You can hold of to it until the big night" she smirked and I leaned to kiss her lips again. Maggie stood up from her seat, her lips never leaving mine. I rounded her waist and pulled her in. She finished the kiss and leaned her head on my chest.

"Things aren't going without a hitch like I would want them to, and even then just talking to you for five seconds calms me down, and I realize everything is fixable"

"Everything is, specially if you have me"

"Okay fairy godmother" she said with a chuckle, then looked back up to kiss me again.

She leaned back just a bit, pulling out her hand, I smirked and shooked it.

"Even if you win you'll have to use the money for our honeymoon, so it's a win-win"

"And if I don't, you'll still have to use that money for our honeymoon, so yes, it is a win-win" I took her hand up to my lips and kissed her knuckles "so, what do I need to check out?" I said, sitting back on the kitchen chair and pulling Maggie to sit on my lap.

"Flower arrangements, mainly he floral settings on the tables, the arch outside and I want my nieces to wear a flower crown, so you'll have to get a info about those, and make sure the bouquet I'm holding isn't actual flowers, if not you'll have to rush me to the ER with a throat closed and the closest ER is 2 miles away minimum, I could die"

I snorted and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, moving her aside to stand up.

"Do the save the dates have a plus one? I think Aram's got a new girlfriend"

She gasped and clapped happy.

"Yes! And also, boo, I thought I could finally hook him up with Samar in our party."

I chuckled while I headed upstairs to get out of my shirt and into a more comfortable one. When I walked down again, Maggie was looking in her computer for new vases for the table decorations.

"Can you look her up?"

"Who?" She said not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Aram's girlfriend. I think her name's Elise, heard them speaking on the phone."

"On it" she said opening another tab. "Wait, I'll be right back" she said speeding off upstairs. I opened the fridge while at it and found some leftover chicken parmesan, so I threw it in the oven. I heard Mags walk back to the kitchen. Then she cleared her throat.

I laughed when I saw her fastening an FBI cap on her head.

"Where'd you get that from?" I said turning the oven on and setting a timer.

"I stole it when I went to your office"

I chuckled again sitting next to her. I couldn't believe this woman.

"So, here she is, Elise and Aram in a date to a karaoke bar. We've never been to a karaoke bar" she said clicking on a photo and opening up wider.

"She's hot" I said waiting to see Maggie's reaction.

"I like her hair, it matches her skin color, kinda tan, I wish I had that color on me" she said looking on her arm. The sun tan she'd gotten in Maui was long gone.

"I said she was hot" I repeated.

"Yeah, I heard, she is." She confirmed, looking at another photo. "Want to dump me and steal Aram's girlfriend? Fine by me Ressler I'll call her to tell her how you like your meat cooked, that is assuming she knows how to cook, and by the looks of it she doesn't" she said showing me another photo from her Instagram where she was showcasing a batch of cupcakes a wouldn't eat even if I loved her too much.

I knew she wasn't mad, she was just taunting me because she knew I couldn't live one day without her.

"Don't call me Ressler" I said leaning in and stealing a kiss from her while standing back up and walking to check the oven.

"Payback, you called me Margaret"

As I took out the chicken and checked if it was done, I heard a gasp from Mags and she quickly walked to me, showing me the picture of a flower vase that had dangling stings of pearls on the sides.

"That's pretty" I said.

"They're beautiful! I don't know how I hadn't seen this before" she said looking at the screen again and placing it on the island.

"Order it" I pulled my wallet out and handed it to her, she quickly took it and searched for one of my credit cards.

I saw her stop and look at a little picture I had on the transparent pocket of the wallet. It was, of course, a picture of her. Big smile, shining eyes, just like I loved her like.

"You should take it off, get one of Elise" she said with a little smirk and a wink while taking the laptop back to the table.

I smiled and left the tray on top of the oven, quickly walking to Mags and holding her by the waist when she put the computer down.

"Are you jealous?" I said in her ear, leading my lips to her neck.

"Isn't that what you wanted? To make me jealous?" She turned around on my arms and I pulled her legs up to sit her down on the table.

I kissed her, moving my lips heavily over hers, then I grunted in frustration and pulled back a little.

"God I love you" I said, she smiled and grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me back to kiss her lips again.

#donald ressler #agent ressler #diego klattenhoff #the blacklist #fanfic #muse: amber heard

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

all right, i’m rewatching daredevil and have no intention of writing today, so it’s a good time to make a list of my current and planned writing projects for reference and self-shaming.

it’s really, really a lot.

but hey, if you want a preview of what you may eventually see someday or to make sure i’ve noted your request or put in a good word for something i should be writing, here you go. :)

The 100

Clarke x Lexa, ‘everything hurts including this love’ kiss (requested)

Marcus x Abby, parents taking their kids to the first day of school AU (requested)

Angel

Angel x Oz, during Gem of Amara crossover and Oz’s travels 

Fred x Wesley, plot TBD (requested)

Wesley x Lilah, plot TBD (requested)

The Blacklist

Lizzington, post-S2 slow-burn epic WIP

Lizzington, dating-on-the-run AU (planned sequel)

Lizzington, on the shipping container (planned sequel)

Lizzington, tourist AU (planned sequel)

Lizzington, belly button kiss (requested)

Lizzington, the start of their physical relationship

Lizzington, collar bone kiss (requested)

Lizzington, meeting in the ER AU (requested)

Lizzington, "zipper” themed smut (requested)

Lizzington, 'I missed you--you shouldn’t stay away so long’ kiss (requested)

Lizzington, Red meets Masha Rostova, infamous KGB daughter AU

Samar Navabi, plot TBD (requested)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Willow x Angel, spell gone awry AU WIP

Faith x Oz, first kiss (requested)

Charmed

Piper x Mark, Mark comes back as a Whitelighter (requested)

Prue x Bane, ‘maybe I can convince you to stay longer’ kiss (requested)

The Doctor Blake Mysteries

Matthew x Alice, WWII spy/soldier AU (requested) WIP (3 votes)

Matthew x Alice, movie date (requested sequel)

Matthew x Alice, first dinner date in a public setting (requested)

Matthew x Alice, first i love you (requested)

Matthew x Alice, arguing over a board/card game (requested)

Matthew x Alice, Alice comes to Matthew for comfort (requested)

Matthew x Alice, Matthew second-guessing a kiss (requested)

Matthew x Alice, AU morning after meeting in a bar (requested)

Matthew x Alice, babysitting AU w/ the Blake children (requested) 

Matthew x Alice, stiflingly hot day with rain about to come down (requested)

Matthew x Alice, first time (requested)

Matthew x Alice, tipsy kiss (requested) 

Matthew x Alice, You’ve Got Mail AU (requested)

Matthew x Alice, first Christmas together (requested)

Matthew x Alice, a Christmas proposal (requested)

Matthew x Alice, unexpected pregnancy and Alice has doubts (requested)

Matthew x Alice, "you nearly died” kiss with Alice injured (requested)

Matthew x Alice, ‘I don’t have the words right now’ kiss (requested twice)

Matthew x Alice, waking up together after Lucien’s stag night (requested)

Matthew x Alice, “I said I’d never let you go” (requested)

Matthew x Alice, falling in love with their best friend’s partner AU (requested) 

Matthew x Alice, passionate kiss against a wall (requested)

Matthew x Alice, Star Wars Jedi AU

Matthew x Alice, Netflix and chill modern AU

Matthew x Alice, No Reservations chef AU

Lucien x Jean, everyone tries to save Lucien after Jean’s death WIP (2 votes)

Lucien x Jean, mermaid AU WIP

Lucien x Jean, Mattie returning (requested)

Lucien x Jean, dominant!Jean smut (requested)

Lucien x Jean, high school teacher AU (requested)

Lucien x Jean, in Rome (requested)

Lucien x Jean, someone attempts to get handsy with Jean (requested) (2 votes)

Lucien x Jean, on the Orient Express (requested)

Lucien x Jean, desk sex smut (requested)

Elementary

Joan and Sherlock, Joan kissing Sherlock by accident (requested)

Joan Watson, Shinwell, friendship, Clyde, munchies (requested)

Joan Watson, plot TBD (requested)

Firefly

Mal x Simon, near-death-experience WIP

Gilmore Girls

Luke x Lorelai, snowed in S4 AU WIP

Luke x Lorelai, unwitting getaway driver AU (requested)

Luke x Lorelai, ‘I don’t have the words right now’ kiss (requested)  

Luke x Lorelai, Mamma Mia AU (requested)

Luke x Lorelai, roommates AU (requested)

Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton, plot TBD (requested)

iZombie

Peyton x Blaine, post-breakup drunken!smut WIP

Peyton x amnesia!Blaine, post-S2 WIP

Peyton x Blaine, domestic fluff (requested)

Liv x amnesia!Blaine, post-S2

Leverage

Sophie x Eliot, encounter each other in Europe post-S1

One Day At A Time

Penelope x Schneider, having the kids conversation as a couple (requested)

Penelope x Schneider, pre-series, the first time Pen goes to his door (requested)

Penelope x Schneider, Schneider relapses after Lydia dies (requested)

Penelope x Schneider, people assuming they’re a couple (requested)

Penelope x Schneider, deleted scene fic when Penelope drank Lydia’s sangria 

Penelope x Schneider, karaoke meet-cute AU

Penelope x Schneider, Penelope is the one pursuing Schneider (requested)

Penelope x Schneider, Schneider’s sea horses fluff 

Penelope x Schneider, post-2x09 conversation about insecurities and love

Sports Night

Dan Rydell, plot TBD (requested)

Stranger Things

Joyce x Hopper, chaperoning a trip, jetlag ensues and feelings follow WIP

Joyce x Hopper, woodshop teacher/HS librarian AU

Joyce x Hopper, 1x04 after Joyce grabs the axe and Hopper sleeps in his truck 

Joyce x Hopper, Hopper POV musings on the town gossip   

Joyce x Hopper, sleep-deprived Hopper makes a move (planned sequel)

Joyce x Hopper, “jealous” themed smut (requested)

Joyce x Hopper, “wicked” themed smut (requested)

Joyce x Hopper, fake relationship AU (requested)

Joyce, redecorating her house with the kids and Hopper butting in (requested)��

Supergirl

Kara x Lena, Kara accompanies Lena to a public event, feelings ensue  

Supernatural

Dean x Cas, in the dark kiss (requested)    

The Vampire Diaries

Damon x Elena, a kiss we had to wait for (requested)   

The West Wing

crossover with Boston Legal (requested)

crossover with The Newsroom, TWW character interviewed by Will (requested)

crossover with The Newsroom, Mac and Donna as BFFs (requested)

crossover with The Newsroom, Ainsley and Sloan interacting (requested)

Josh x Donna, in the back of the cab on Inauguration Night WIP

Josh x Donna, Josh recovering from shooting WIP

Josh x Donna, comfort!fic after Noah Lyman’s death (planned sequel)

Josh x Donna, Holy Night AU (planned sequel)

Josh x Donna, Josh enraptured by his and Donna's daughter (requested)

Josh x Donna, first time Josh tells Donna he loves her (requested)

Josh x Donna, King Corn fix-it fic (requested)

Josh x Donna, Donna poking fun at Josh for putting on weight (requested)

Josh x Donna, growing old with friends (requested)

Josh x Donna, roommates AU (requested)

Josh x Donna, meeting at a support group AU (requested)

Josh x Donna, knocking on the wrong door AU (requested)

Josh x Donna, pretending to hate each other AU (requested) 

Josh x Donna, friends finding out about them getting together (requested)

Josh x Donna, fluffy domestic with kids (requested)

Josh x Donna, jealous smut (requested)

Josh x Donna, first kiss/first night together tender smut (requested)

Josh x Donna, plot TBD (requested)

Josh x Donna, fake relationship (requested) 

Josh x Donna, 'I missed you--you shouldn’t stay away so long’ kiss (requested)

Josh x Donna, 20 Hours In America deleted scene   

Josh x Sam, plot TBD (requested)

Josh x Joey Lucas, plot TBD (requested) 

Donna x Amy, unexpected developments during Commencement

Donna x Kate, post-Gaza

CJ x Toby, plot TBD (requested)

CJ x Toby, they get drunk and forget they work together (requested)

CJ x Toby, pre-series (requested)

Ainsley Hayes, working in the Santos administration (planned sequel)

Donnatella Moss, friendship fic with the West Wing women (requested)

Josh and Sam, getting told off for their smug condescension (requested)

Jed and Abbey, being surrogate parents to the staff or their kids (requested)

Xena: Warrior Princess

Xena x Gabrielle, plot TBD

#THERE ARE 78 IDEAS HERE #i know this is ridiculous #dream big or go home amirite #my fic #wip masterpost #up next: a fic guide (probly tomorrow) #(edited to add EVEN MORE IDEAS)

[oneshotnewbie]

Samar Navabi and f reader? Reader and Samar are trying to keep their relationship secret from the task force, but after a dangerous situation they can't anymore?

A/n: Sorry for the long ass post but I got carried away a tiny little bit because I liked this request way too much & I hope I get more requests for her!

I hope you like the outcome of this! ♥

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"Do you think what we´re doing here is right?" you murmured and let yourself fall deeper into the embrace of Samar. She cradled you lovingly in the bed while throwing a blanket over you both for warmth in this chilly time of year.

She took a deep breath and carefully tried to calm you down; you both were aware of the consequences of a secret love affair that could cost your job. It was especially dangerous for Samar to enter into a relationship with a much younger partner, but neither wanted to let the other go- you loved each other too much for that. "You know, if it feels right to you, then it´s not a mistake. You are a person with feelings and you cannot control them; you can not control who you fall in love with."

You only nodded in agreement and snuggled up against her chest before you felt her index finger under your chin. She slowly craned your head up and you saw her mouth form in a smile before her soft lips laid on yours and all your worries were gone in an instant.

A cold breeze came through the tilted window and you started to shiver. You quickly pulled the covers up under your nose so as not to cool down and earned a giggle from the older woman behind you. "Let´s go to sleep or I´ll be too tired to concentrate tomorrow and Keen will have to drag you away from the coffee machine."

You giggled quietly as you reminisced about how Ressler had discussions with you about when you finally will learn to find a suitable sleeping pattern instead of pouring yourself liters of coffee to stay awake or how Aram teased you about calling the disgusting brew your elixir of life.

"I love you." The brunette snuggled even closer to you, wrapping her arm around her waist to cross the last few millimeters between you. Blowing a kiss on your cheek, you both closed your eyes. "I love you too, Y/n."

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"I got hit!" you screamed through the coms, clutching your lower abdomen in pain. The wound on your side bled constantly, yet you couldn´t take care of it now. You had to get out of this factory; had to escape the masked men and get to safety. "Y/l/n, hold on. Ressler and Keen are trying to get through to you; Navabi and Aram are on the way too." dictated your boss´s voice, that was muffled by your body´s loud heartbeat beaming in your ear.

With your back pressed against the rough and cold brick, you carefully slink along the wall to peek around the corner- a fatal mistake, as it turned out.

A bullet passed so close to your face that you could feel the draft of the small caliber against your skin. You pulled your head back quickly and sucked in the air violently; you only needed a second to collect yourself.

-Think of Samar. If you want to find yourself in her arms tonight again, you had to come out of her alive. Now move!- you thought to yourself and closed your eyes for a moment. You tried to remember Samar´s scent, the taste of her lips and the feel of her skin under your fingers. It all seemed way too far away; all you smelled was the unpleasant smell of burning coals and all you felt was pain seeping through your side.

You were shaking from the pain and from the loss of blood. You quickly wiped the sweat from your forehead before you entered the corridor with your gun raised.

Through the smoke that occupied the hallway, you saw two tall man running out of it; the assault riffle already aimed at you. The enemies didn´t even have time to blink and to reorient before you fired three bullets and both sank down lifelessly to the dusty ground. Two less on the way to freedom.

Gun drawn in front of your body, you crouched ininhibited, yet cautious, down the long hallway. It wasn´t easy to find the exit through the thickness of grey dust and it took effort but you had to get out of here.

Suddenly and unnoticed, as you pushed yourself forward, a hard grip wrapped around your upper arm and pulled you roughly into a corner. It wasn´t until your back felt another cool wall beneath and your eyes widened in pain that you saw Donald standing in front of you, covering your mouth with his hand so you wouldn´t scream in shock and announce their hiding position.

As Liz looked at your wound and tried as best she could to bandage your hip with a pressure bandage made from her jacket, the young man slowly pulled away from you. The hair, that was stuck to your face, was pulled behind your ear and he started to examine the bloody graze on your face. "No time to look at this now. We have to get out of here. Hurry!" the brunette screamed into your faces and dragged you with her. She heard your screams and an grunts throw her pulling; as much as it hurt her to only cause you more suffering, she couldn´t take it into account at the moment.

Some shots flew in your direction and you ducked- you were too slow. It briefly occurred to you to just give up, but you quickly reminded yourself that it wasn´t just about you.

Time passed painfully slowly. Soon pain and exhaustion began to take their toll on you and you had trouble controlling your own trembling lips and shallow but hard breathing. Your two partners noticed that too. The blonde agent cursed loudly enough and managed to drown out the noises for a moment. With the strength of a man, who had possibly nothing left to loose in life, he covered you and Liz the last few meters; pushing you almost violently to the door and outside.

You escaped this damn hell, that´s all that mattered.

With a groan of pain, you lowered your arms to your knees and watched out of the corner of your eye as more special forces stormed into the building. "Y/n!" The bright voice drowned out everything else around you and you looked up from the ground.

Without further ado, the brunette ran towards you and threw her arms around your neck. "Are you okay?" she asked as you laid your head on her shoulder and buried your face in the side of her neck; taking a deep breath of the scent you needed so badly at the factory when everything erupted in chaos.

You didn´t answer, just held onto her tightly, wanting nothing more than her warmth and comfort. She didn´t needed any words either; she understood that you were doing well- according to the circumstances and that you were here in her arms in the first place.

In that moment, that perfect moment of intimacy, Samar pulled away from you and you jerked your head up to look at her.

She smiled happily and took your face in her hands, her thumbs caressing both of your cheeks carefully. There was so much love around you both at that moment, that she just leaped over her shadow and kissed you- completely ignoring the assembled crew.

"Samar.." you whispered as you looked into her eyes in shook and fear. "I do not care, baby." she answered briefly and kissed you again- this time longer and more intense.

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[donaldresslerfanfic]

Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2202

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Thirty Six.

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Ressler.

Samar had had a rough day today. Finding out that her brother was the terrorist Mossad had been looking for was a hard blow on her. The fact that she'd given him up to Reddington was another one.

Although I didn't approve, Reddington had given her this case for a reason, meaning that he had a plan for Hassan.

While Samar was sitting in her office, a little spaced out, I realized I didn't wanted to leave her like that, alone.

I walked in, she made it seem like everything was fine, but it actually wasn't. She almost gave in to cry, but stopped herself. It reminded me a lot to when Audrey died, how I'd made it seem like nothing was wrong, but inside I was just burning to the ground.

"Come on" I said grabbing my coat from my seat and shrugged it on "I'm not leaving you to be alone tonight. I'll take you to someone who'll make you feel better"

Of course, I took her to Mags. I assumed Samar didn't know that I'd been living with Mags, so I guess it was a little strange for her when I parked in the garage of a nice suburban home instead of my apartment complex.

"You moved?" She asked while we exited the car, I gave her a little smile and motioned at her to walk to the side door and into the house.

"Yeah, it's closer to work, and I like the company"

We walked in to the kitchen, Samar took a seat in the stool in the kitchen counter slash breakfast island. I fished something for us to drink, eyeing the produce that was laid out in a tray inside the fridge. Maggie was simmering some meat.

I handed Samar a beer and fished one for myself, when I closed the door of the fridge I saw Maggie cut the corner and smile up at me, leaning her head up to kiss my lips, holding me by the waist. I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her close

"Called my sister, she says she can make it tomorrow after lunch" she said over my lips "what's that?" She poked at the side of my cheek with a little conspicuous smirk "huh? And that?" She poked again at my temple.

"Got in a fight with Tom Keen" she placed a hand on her hip and looked up at me scoldingly.

"Did you at least won?"

"Had I not been stopped, I probably would have." She rolled her eyes a little and looked over my shoulder at Samar.

"Sammy" she saluted, looking up at me "why didn't you told me Samar was here?" She scolded me again, walking past me to her "I'm sorry, I was all over Donald while you just awkwardly sat there" she apologized.

"It's okay." She dismissed.

"Samar had a shit day, brought her for her to not be alone"

"Ow" she lamented, sitting next to Samar "what happened?" She placed her hand on top of her arm and rubbed it.

"I found out today that my brother who I thought was dead is a terrorist, or... Was a terrorist, I'm not sure"

Maggie just pressed her lips together and gave me a little look.

"I don't even know how to respond to that. I'm sorry"

Samar just gave her a little smile and shook her head.

"It's okay. Thank you for having me in your house"

"Are you kidding, why would I not want you here? Had I known you would come I would've get everything set up for you to do me some Shawarma, you've owed me that for three months" she now looked at Samar scoldingly.

I smiled and placed a kiss on her temple.

"I'll get changed, leave you two to catch up."

"Before we do that" Maggie said as I walked through the doorway towards the bedroom, I heard her say "have you ever seen this stupid horse before?"

The horse statue was still a thing, I didn't know why she wanted it for, I helped her look one night and we didn't find the specific one. Maggie was doing something for Reddington, that much I knew. After the billionaire nutjob that lived on the plane, she told me where Reddington had taken her when he abducted her.

It was related to Andras Halmi, the person Reddington had us searching, and in result, I got the Director off the blacksite, which was a win.

I hope that at least Samar had a good time here, and Maggie insisted she didn't take a taxi back to her place, and since the guest bedroom was already set up, she slept the night in our place.

The next morning, while I was taking a shower, Maggie slid in with me. I didn't know if she'd ever done that in the past, but now I wanted her to do that everyday. It was a marvelous thing to see the water of the shower slide down her back.

While she massaged her hair full of shampoo she spoke to me over her shoulder

"I'm glad you brought Sammy in last night, I could tell she needed it. It was nice of you"

She washed off the shampoo off her hair, and while I made sure she got all of it off, I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her back to my chest.

"I'm terrible at consoling people and I brought her to the only person who makes me feel good after a shit day"

I saw her smile and throw her head back to kiss me.

She got off first, slid on a summer dress and skipped down the stairs before I got off the shower.

When I was dressed, buttoning up my shirt, I walked into the kitchen to find them having breakfast. I let the suit jacket fall to the table while I still held two ties.

"It's weird to see you without a tie" Samar mentioned while I walked to them, I smiled and looked at Mags, who handed me a cup of coffee.

"Hope you had a decent night last night" I said while I leaned in to grab the cup she handed me. I gave her both my ties for her to pick.

It was a little nice thing she always did for me, because I was always with my minutes counted, she knotted my tie while I had my coffee.

"It was, Maggie's a good cook"

I smiled while I looked down at her.

"She's good at everything" I complimented. She smiled back and gave me one short kiss while I finished my cup.

While I rounded the kitchen counter Mags handed me my briefcase.

"Don't be late" I said to Samar "I heard the boss is a real prick."

Maggie chuckled and I handed her my car keys.

"Take my car so you can load up your sister's luggage comfortably. I'll take yours"

She took them with a little smile and leaned her head back for me to give her one more kiss.

"Thank you Donnie" she said over my lips, I gave her one more kiss and looked at Samar, who just waved goodbye at me.

Once I got in the elevator of the blacksite and pressed the button to take me down, my phone rang with a message, the sender was Maggie, and the text read:

"You should *wink wink nudge nudge* CHECK YOUR COMPUTER"

Yeah. That wasn't at all suspicious. I deleted the text and secured my phone in my inner pocket.

Once I got off the elevator and Aram told me Reven Wright was waiting for me upstairs, I gave him my laptop for him to check out.

I told Reven about Tom Keen and how he was working with Cooper, and after that meeting I received some very unsettling news from Aram and my computer.

Samar had been helping, constantly, Reddington and Keen. She'd warned them numerous times about my plans to catch them, and it came the point when I was so angry that my own partner had been the one blocking me that I fired her on the spot.

I got on a car and drove down to West Virginia, where Aram pointed Reddington and Keen's last location.

On the way there, I called Maggie.

"Donnie" she said after she answered my call "did you wink wink nudge nudge checked the computer?"

"I wink wink nudge nudge did, I'm heading down to West Virginia. How did you know about the computer?"

"I saw her when I walked down, she was in the computer and on the phone. She was taking to Raymond?"

"With Liz. Reddington is missing and she asked for help. She's been helping them and telling them my plans to catch them so they could get away."

"Mmm. Raymond is missing, that sounds like a problem"

"It is a problem. But don't worry, I'll have this sorted out today to meet up with you for lunch and pick up your sister, sounds good?"

"Sounds awesome" she said "and what did you do with Samar? Because she's walking towards me like she could kill me"

A light sense of dread overpowered me for a second. Navabi was going to retaliate against Mags and I was too far away to turn back and stop her.

"Don't worry. I've got this" she said, and hung up.

Maggie.

"You told Ressler?" Samar said cutting the corner of Don's van and looking angry at me. I placed my phone in my purse and opened the trunk

"Of course I told Ressler" I said shaking my head a little. When I checked there was nothing in it, I moved the door to close it down "watch your fingers" I said to Samar, since her hand was propped up against the rim. She retrieved her hand and when I moved to walk past her, she planted herself in the side of the car.

"Why would you do that? I'm off the task force. And don't act like it's any different from what you're doing"

"And what am I doing?" I asked crossing my arms.

"You're helping Liz as well"

"That's where you're wrong. I'm not helping anyone, I'm conducting a renewal on a building downtown for my employer, who yes, is Raymond, but he's paying me for it and I'm obligated to submit a report to the agency as soon as it's done, none of what I'm doing is different from what it states in the contract I signed when I joined Raymond's operation. You on the other hand are aiding and abetting the criminal you're supposed to be catching. That's why I told Ressler"

"I bet if I brought you in, there's people who wouldn't think what you're doing is different from what I'm doing"

"Bring me in then. To a task force you don't work on, to question me about the job I'm supposed to be doing and get tested by a polygraph you taught me how to beat?"

Samar's face changed when she stared back at the faults in her plan. She'd taught me everything, as per Raymond's request. There was nothing she could do to hurt me.

"Are we done here? I need to go back to work" I said, motioning at the space between her and the van.

Reluctantly, she took a step to the side and I was able to walk past her and into the vehicle.

All that was left was the ugly green tiles of the floor. I found, by coincidence, the exact same guy that had done the original marmol work in the building, and naturally, he had the same tiles still in stock.

Before I could appoint him to get this thing done by today, I got a call from Don.

"Maggie, I got her" he said. I made a gesture to then gentleman in front of me and walked a few steps away.

"You got who?" I asked quietly.

"Keen, found her trying to trade some gang member for Reddington. Got her in custody and I'm traveling with her right now"

I stood quietly, lost of words actually. He'd done it, he finally got Liz. But now, all bets were off.

"Wow I'm-" I stuttered "I'm proud of you baby. You've done a great job"

I head him let out a little huff while I assumed he smiled.

"Thank you. Though I'm going to have to see this through. I'm not going to make it to anything today. I'm sorry Mags"

"It's okay" I dismissed "I understand and so will my sister. I'm happy this is over though. I have to get back to this I'm doing" I said looking at the man in the counter

"Navabi gave you a rough time?"

"I can handle Samar. Congrats again Donnie" I said

"I love you Mags, I'll be seeing you"

I clicked the phone to end the call and walked towards the counter again.

"So" the old man said "when do you want this done?"

I opened my bag and took two stacks of 10 thousand dollars, leaving it in the inner side of the counter.

"Today"

#the blacklist #fanfic #the bl fanfic #diego klattenhoff #muse #amber heard #agent ressler #donald ressler

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Hunting.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2355

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Thirty Three.

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Maggie.

I got back home that very night Donald came to look for me.

I was not expecting him to come and get me. I thought I knew him well and he wouldn't stop until he got Liz. But when I saw him standing there in my house, when he told me he'd picked me, I gave in. He picked me, even if it was just for that day, he picked me.

My sister jokingly -and not jokingly- had done the whole 'blink twice if you're not going willingly'. I assured her I wanted to go back with Don.

Loosing the trail on Raymond hadn't stopped him. He still went to work every morning, checked statements, security cameras, tips, anything he could get his hands on. A whole month went by like that.

I, on the other hand, spent them alone in the house, caught up with remodelations in the house, waited for Don, some nights we went out, mainly to distract him from everything. But a month was a month and that was all I needed to realize I had to go back to work.

I showed up unninvited to my old work, making Gina spring out of her seat and greet me. She invited me into her office and over a cup of tea she briefed me. Ha, briefed me, speaking like Donald aren't we?.

"He sold the company" referring to my boss "he got divorced and that kind of killed him. It was recently so it hasn't changed names. We have a new architect who is 100% not you" she chuckled. I was slowly sipping my tea while I listened to her. "I don't like working with her, her style is kind of... I don't know, I'm not an architect so I won't comment but we had some clients who came back after they got your work done by you, and they complained a lot that you weren't here. We lost a few clients after that. I'm still employed here but I'm taking a second job in another architect firm."

"That sucks" I could only comment.

"I hope you made bank with that other exclusive client of yours, and word of advice, move on from this place."

Truth was, I had made bank. Raymond exaggerated immensely my pay check, always cash, I had it stored away in a safe room I'd built under the stairs in my house. I kept it a secret because one; Donald, and two; I didn't like to brag. Yes I bought myself nice things, changed the car, but aside from that I lived modestly.

And also, I'd lost almost all my marriage savings with my dad's illness, so now that I had gotten almost all of it back and paid the medical bills it was a good thing I stopped, it made me nervous to know the amount of money I had in my place.

"I came back because I'm done with that exclusive client. And I don't know what else to do, I'm bored" I whined.

"We can start job hunting together, or if you come back we can lift this thing up. Our new boss let's us do whatever we please"

The door knocked, Gina gave me a little eye roll and walked up to open it. A middle age man walked, slick suit and tie and a warm smile

"And who might this be?" He said looking at me.

"This is Maggie Waters"

"Ah, the Maggie Waters." I chuckled and extended my hand to shake his.

"She was just telling me that she's free to come back"

"Oh, wouldn't that be lovely. Let's head to my office to talk something out shall we?" He motioned at me to leave the office. I gave Gina quick wave and walked to what used to be Paul Bronton's office. " The name is William Ruso by the way" he said while walking behind me.

He reached out and opened the door of the office.

"Please, struggle for the cameras" I frowned and turned to him, well tried. Since my back was to him he pinned one of my arms behind my back, twisting it painfully and placing a clothed hand over my mouth and and nose. A sharp stench hit my nostrils and I could immediately feel the dizziness.

Still, I pushed my head back and managed to hit him on the cheekbone. He didn't follow up with a punch or tried to stop me, but what I assumed was chloroform was already hitting me back hard.

I stumbled out of the office and onto the emergency exit, I already knew where it was, just a few steps down the office. When I grabbed the handle and got out, the body of another person pushed me to the open door, again putting his hand over my mouth. This time I screamed as I was grabbed by the waist, I tried to put my feet up and kick but another one grabbed me by the feet to help carry me.

I felt a sharp sting on my neck, then nothing.

Ressler.

I returned to Maggie's home late at night. I was, again, very confused as in why her house was so quiet, and why she wasn't here.

Nothing had happened, we were fine, this morning we had our breakfast, we talked, kissed, I repeated how much I loved her, there wasn't a logical reason for her not to be here.

I dialed her phone with mine, this time the line had been disconnected. I frowned in confusion and retraced our conversation in the morning. She hadn't mention anything out of the ordinary, we were going to start watching Narcos tonight.

I wasn't going to call her sister, not until I knew for sure what had happened.

I didn't know who to call or where to go, except for one person. In half an hour I was knocking on Aram's apartment.

He was really weirded out that it was me late at night. He opened the door to let me in and I talked as I entered.

"I think Maggie is missing, I need your help to track-" I stopped when I saw Samar sitting in the dinner table, I felt annoyed that I had interrupted something, but I needed to find Maggie.

"Maggie is missing?" She asked with worry on her voice as well "when was the last time you saw her?"

"This morning, before I left for work. She told me she would call me for lunch but she didn't, it didn't came across as odd"

"Okay" Aram said grabbing his computer and opening it "cellphone" he looked up at me. I recited the number to him, Samar was already with her phone on her ear.

"It says it's disconnected" Samar said after checking for herself what I already knew

"Yeah, I could only narrow down the location to a 10 block radius using the last signal received almost 6 hours ago" Aram finished looking up at me. I walked around the apartment and began thinking.

"Can you get a satellite image of the area?"

"And look for what?"

"Her car, maybe it was towed"

"Okay, yes, a black Toyota was towed on Connecticut Ave at 4 pm, in Cleveland park" he said after a few taps in the keyboard

I frowned and turned to Aram.

"What? Does that ring a bell?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's her work address"

"We should get going, if the car was towed at 4 pm it must've been parked for at least 3 hours before the firm had it moved. And now it's been another 5 hours. Her trail is getting cold" Samar said and stood up from her seat.

"I'll head to the post office, I'll have better access from over there" Aram said closing his laptop and holding it to his chest. Before we walked out I looked at both of them and gave them a thankfull look.

"Thank you for helping me"

"You're welcome" Aram said, I looked to Samar who just nodded at me.

We got in motion, Aram headed to the Post Office while Samar and I drove towards Maggie's old work address.

When I got there, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, I walked towards the door of the building and looked inside, the lights were off and nothing seemed changed.

Samar and I walked to the side of the building, finding a little alleyway on the side. Halfway in there was an emergency door and a few dumpsters.

"Ressler" I heard Samar call me, she was a few steps ahead. I walked quickly to her and looked up to where she was staring. "there's a security camera in that store, it's pointing this way. We can ask tomorrow for the footage"

I didn't like tomorrow, she was presumably taken before lunch, that's 8 hours from now, she could be anywhere, Reddington could've put her on a plane and taken her off the city, off the county, off the goddamned continent.

I looked to the side to another dumpster and saw little glints, I moved a paper bag out of the way carefully. Her cellphone was broken, the screen was shattered in pieces. Carefully I took it and placed it inside a evidence bag I always had on me.

"If she was here, she more than likely spoke to Gina, I'll go to her place and get a statement" I said to Samar.

"It's almost 10 pm" she replied, as if it was going to stop me. I turned around and walked back to the car. Samar followed by without saying anything and the drive there was also silent. I was trying really hard to convince myself that this was Reddington that took her, because if it was someone else, then things weren't going to be pretty.

I arrived at Gina's place, walked to the door and knocked, the lights of the house were out, but one upstairs wasn't.

It took a few minutes, but Marcus opened the door at last.

"Marcus" I fished my bag and showed it to him, identifying myself. "This is Agent Navabi, we need to ask a few questions to Gina. It's about Maggie"

He frowned, but let us in, he walked us to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker, then walked upstairs to get Gina.

She showed up a few seconds later, covering her body with a bathrobe. She looked worried and a little scared

"Don hey" she saluted, I motioned at her to the chair and she sat down. I saw Marcus pour some coffee for us out of the corner of my eye

"Maggie, you saw her today?"

"Yeah, she came to work, talked for maybe a half an hour and then she left with my boss, why?" Her expression changed "did something happened to her?" She whispered at me.

"She didn't return home" I said weary, Gina just gasped a little horrified and her eyes immediately filled up with tears, she let out a strangled 'oh my god' before Marcus walked to her and pressed his hand to her arm. I lead my own hand to her arm and squeezed it tight. "Gina, your boss, Paul Bronton, where can I find him?"

"Paul isn't-" she choked up, cleaning her tears "he isn't our boss anymore he s-sold the company"

"To who?" I pressed. She cleaned up more tears again and managed to spit out the name William Ruso.

I quickly texted Aram to get me information on any William Ruso there was.

"I'll need you to come with me to get a statement, you're the last person who saw her, and I'll need to register your workplace" Samar took over for me while I began watching the photos Aram was sending me to my phone. Then he called

"Unless he is doing business from the grave, a William Ruso did recently purchased the company from Mr Bronton. But like I said, this Ruso died five years ago from terminal cancer"

"I have her phone, it's broken though, can you do anything with it?" I asked, moving a little away from everyone.

"Yes, definitely, bring it back and I'll check it out" I hung up and out the phone back in my inner pocket, looking at Gina. She was looking inside her purse.

When I was going to tell her that we needed to go as soon as possible she handed me a set of keys. I looked at them and then back at her

"Those are the keys that open the back room, the emergency exit. We made copies a few months ago after the entrance was being renewed and we had to enter through the alley." She explained. I put the keys in my pocket and nodded at her thankfully.

On my way to leaving Samar with Gina at the site I called a sketch artist to get a proper look at this new boss, I gathered a forensics team and headed back to Maggie's workplace.

Knowing I would need a warrant, I called Reven Wright to let her know I had a Reddington related case, and she agreed to see me the next morning, but gave me the go ahead to search the place.

It was almost 1 am when I came back to the blacksite, Gina was gone, Samar was getting ready to leave as well, Aram had been working on the phone, but besides recovering what little he could about her contacts list, we would have to wait until tomorrow to scope the security cameras to get a look at the van that took Mags.

I sent Aram home, Samar also left, I ended up alone in the office. Besides receiving confirmation that the prints we took from the handrail of the emergency exit were Mags, all I could do was wait, and I hated that. I hated knowing that every minute she wasn't here was a minute she was traveling farther away, and knowing how hard it was to get Reddington in all the years I spent looking for him, she was going to be impossible to track down.

#Donald Ressler #the blacklist fanfic #the blacklist #agent ressler #diego klattenhoff #muse #amber heard

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Self Defense II

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2107

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Twenty Five.

Chapter Index

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Maggie.

Even though I didn't wanted to let Don down, I still felt very uneasy when he remained silent on the other end, even if it was for a few seconds. He probably wasn't expecting me telling him that I had killed someone. 

What he began to tell me didn't make me feel any better. 

"Maggie listen, you have to call 911 and report -" He didn't finish, the line went dead. I looked at the phone to see which one of us had lost connection​, but it only said call ended. 

I handed the phone back to Dembe and let out a sigh, slouching into my shoulders as I rubbed my forehead with my hand full of dried blood. 

"Get cleaned up, we'll figure this out" Dembe reassured me. Heavily, I stood up from my kitchen stool and walked to my bedroom, doing my hardest to not look at the living room, where now another two men were working on getting the body out. 

I managed, and took a long, really hot shower. When I got Dembe was waiting for me with a little bag, he handed it to me, and I reluctantly looked back. The body had been moved, but there was a large blood stain in part of my living room carpet and the wooden floor beneath it. Dembe put his hand on my shoulder and led me out of my apartment. 

We rode the elevator down and he led me to a car, I was on autopilot at this point, very resignated. I climbed up on the passenger seat of the car he designated and I pulled the bag over my legs, holding my arms on top of it as I sighed. 

 "How are you holding up?" I turned to the driver seat to find Samar. She placed her hand on my arm and squeezed to give me strength. "You can stay with me tonight, and if you want we'll talk about it" I nodded, and looked ahead. 

It was a good thing to have someone right now, but I think Samar was more interested to know how I got him down that to know my mental aftermath. 

Ressler. 

I felt the phone being ripped from my hand just as I was telling Maggie that she had to report the intrusion. 

 I understood what Reddington was doing with and for Maggie, I really did. But it wasn't the right way to do it, she had to report it and it would be easily declared self defense. When Red put the phone back in his pocket, I walked a short step to him, furious. 

 "What the hell is all of this about" 

"My people will take care of this, it will have no repercussions for Maggie" 

"Someone broke into her house and tried to kill her, tell me who that someone was right now" Red looked over my shoulders, then dragged me to a couple of tables and we sat in one of them. 

"The house, with the vault in it, and the body you found inside" he looked at me, expecting for me to figure it out, but I looked at him back to demand him to continue "money laundering, that's what I did in that house, needed it to be untraceable to do some business transactions. One of my associates showed his wishes to stop working for me, so I let him go. Unfortunately, what he knew beckoned his son to plan a robbery of the money that I had in the vault. He gathered a few friends and managed to take down my security, while we were on our way, they tried to open the vault. They succeeded just when I got there. It was a little lesson in humility after that, I locked one of them in, in the place where he wanted to so desperately get it, not he couldn't get out" 

"You're sick" I said looking to the side with a scoff. 

"I just enjoy a little bit of irony" he dismissed. I leaned back on my chair and sighed. We remained silent for a while, then I spoke. 

"Maggie was supposed to be the normal one" I said, I looked up at Reddington, who frowned at me "she's not supposed to be involved in the same world I am, she was the only normal friend I had..." I looked up at him, wanting to blame him for putting Maggie into the position she was in now, an associate to Reddington. 

"As I said, my people will handle this, if this matter doesn't leave us, there will be no repercussions to Maggie" 

I was the one that brought her into this, in Reddington's radar, in his world, ultimately it was all on me. 

I walked to my bedroom in the hotel, we couldn't leave to continue with the negotiations until tomorrow morning, to make it worse we had constant supervision. The hotel room was nice at least, it had a common living room area and then two doors to the bedrooms, mine and Liz's. When I walked in the common area Liz caught a glimpse of me, I suppose I wasn't looking so hot judging by the look she gave me. 

"Is everything ok?" She was sitting in one of the couches, but straighten herself on it to talk to me. I took off my jacket and sighed. 

"Dembe called, he was with Mags. She had an intrusion in her house by one of Reddington's ex-associates" I explained, then sat next to her 

"But she's ok right?" 

"Yeah she..." I made a pause, rubbing my hands together and looking ahead "she fought back.... And eventually killed the intruder" 

"That's good" she said relaxing a bit, I frowned at her "I mean, Red will probably take care of it, she's his associate as well" 

"That's the whole problem. This whole thing is going to be swept​ under the rug" 

"Most things in Reddington's world are swept under the rug Ressler. Don't give her much slack, she must be very conflicted and traumatized, someone broke into her home and tried to kill her" she tried to reason with me. I looked at my hands and gave her a nod. 

"I don't think I need to tell you that we didn't talk about this, nothing happened today." She nodded at me. My phone rang in my dress jacket, I stood up from my seat and fished it out of my pocket, then answered. 

"Ressler, it's Navabi." She greeted me serious. "I assume you know" she said. 

"Have you seen her?" 

"Yes, she's with me in my place, I think she's staying the night here, how are things over there?" I huffed and looked at Liz. 

"Not good, we have surveillance now and can't leave the hotel. But we'll figure something out." Navabi told me that she'll contact me if anything happened related to Maggie, I hung up and headed to my bedroom. 

Maggie

I laid in Samar's couch, covering my legs with a blanket.

"Are you sure you don't want to take the bed? You have some wounds" I shook my head and rested my head on the pillow "I'm glad you fought back Maggie, you're tough" she continued "and Ressler will understand" 

"Ressler" I said with a smile "we've only been dating for a week and I've already killed someone" I sighed and closed my eyes 

"He would rather that, I don't think he could've handled another friend dying on him" 

"I really hope you're right" I said. Samar told me her goodbyes and walked to her own bedroom. When the lights went off I felt a little calmer, I still had an immense headache for all the hits I took today, but I also was glad I was alive, it made me feel a little more confident. 

I'll just have to roll with the flow Raymond had laid for me, and hope I can put this behind me. 

I didn't stay in Samar's place after that night, but I didn't return to my apartment either. Instead, I landed in Donald's place. I hadn't told him anything, and was hoping I could go back to mine before he arrived. That wasn't the case. 

Raymond's workers were exceptional, they even ripped out the floorboards that had been stained with blood to get rid off all the evidence, but that meant I wasn't going to be able to go home for another week, and Don was coming home today. He left me a message in my voice mail at 4 am telling me that his plane was going to land at 8 am, if I could pick him up that would be awesome. 

So here I was, a little nervous of how it was all going to play out when we saw each other. Thankfully it all played out perfectly. I saw him come out of the gate with Liz at his side, he gave me a smile when he saw me, which I reciprocated. 

Before I could hug him I waved to Liz goodbye, then he grabbed me by the waist and held me, slowly kissing my lips. I melted in his arms, hugging him by the waist and kissing him back. After a few seconds he led his hands to my neck, and with a last short kiss he looked down at me 

"I missed you" he said, I smiled at him and received a kiss on my forehead. "Have you had breakfast yet? I'm starving" 

"Not yet, let's grab a quick bite." He grabbed the handle of his luggage and my hand with his free one and we both walked to the parking lot where I left my car. 

"I have some meat marinating with red wine and other herbs and stuff for lunch, you're going to love it" I assured. He smiled down at me and I unlocked the car, opening the trunk and letting him settle his luggage in the back. We climbed on the car and as I put the key in the ignition I looked at him. 

"Don't panic, but I'm staying at your place" i turned the car on and buckled my seatbelt, he did the same while he looked at me "but not for long, I promise, I'll go to a hotel until my place is okay to stay there again" 

"And even if it was okay to stay there again, you should move Mags, you've been spotted there many times" I was out on the road, driving more relaxed. 

"Which kind of constitutes another problem. Raymond got me a house, he had me look at it, told me it was mine to do whatever I wanted to do with it"  

I stopped at a red light, Don was looking to the side. 

"And what are you going to do with it?" 

"Nothing, I'm not living there, the buying price is too high to make it believable that I bought it" He remained silent while I drove for another while, then stopped at our coffee shop. I parked the at and killed the motor while turning off lights and such. 

Before I could get out, Don held my hand in his, I turned to look at him. 

"If you think I'm going to let you sleep in a stinky ass motel instead of staying with me, you're wrong, I'm not letting you do that" I just gave him a playfull eye roll and opened the car. 

We entered the coffee shop and ordered our usuals, Don moved his chair closer to me, his arm slid down from my shoulders to my waist while he pulled me closer. While we waited for our order my hand slipped into the one that was resting on the table 

"I don't want to make it weird, me staying at your place" He held my hand tighter and ran his thumb on my knuckles. 

"Even if we were nothing, I wouldn't let you do it Mags. It's ultimately on you but I don't mind having you at my place. And I also don't mind what you do with that house." Don was being weirdly calm about this. Someone must've told him something, someone being Samar, or maybe Raymond.

"Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded and led my hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly.

"I'm just glad you're okay, everything else is irrelevant" I smiled, feeling a lot more calm. I was very much relieved that he didn't push over the whole 'asking Raymond for help is illegal' blah blah blah. I just hoped I could go back to some kind of peace after this crazy week.

#the architect #donald ressler fanfic #donald ressler x oc #donald ressler #the blacklist #diego klattenhoff #muse #amber heard

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Samar Navabi.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language (little bit)

Word Count: 2096

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Nineteen

Chapter Index

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Maggie.

Raymond had suddenly showed up at my workplace, accompanied with Dembe and a tall woman, curly black hair.

“So glad to see you’re still here Maggie. Paul said he might have to let you go but I’ve assured your stay here, we’re still not done”

He sat at the chair I had for clients, I frowned a little at all this information. My boss wanted to fire me? And who was she?

“I’m lost here can I have a briefing?” I said looking at Raymond, waiting for him to explain.

“This is Agent Navabi, she’s joined the task force and-”

“Ah, it’s you” I said looking at her with a little smile “the one that has Ressler all annoyed”

“Because of the whole ‘Capturing Reddington’ thing?” she said, also smiling.

“Yeah, he was quite pissed you beat him by 1750 exact days”

Samar gave me another proud smile, I looked at Raymond again to make him continue.

“Samar will lend her expertise to you. I can’t afford you being a victim again.”

“In that we agree” I said serious.

Even though I had spent two days at Donald’s place after the whole attack I was still outgunned and very much vulnerable, I didn’t wanted to be like this, the damsel in distress.

“Perfect, Samar will contact you regularly so be sure to have spare time”

I nodded and gave Samar a thankful look.

It was fun training and learning stuff with Samar, we spent time at the gym where I learned some basic combat technics, I had been doing personal defense and I wasn’t completely helpless, I managed to knock her out of balance a few times.

A week after that we moved to gun training where she taught me the basics, arming and disarming the gun, general maintenance and practice in a shooting range. With the stuff I learned from Dembe plus this, by the time we finished that week I maintained the shots in the second inner circle, to which Samar assured me it was great.

First thing in the morning she had showed up and she handcuffed me and handed me a paper clip, told me to lockpick my way out. My phone rung in my coffee table and it was then that she learned about Donald.

“I didn’t know that you were close friends with Ressler. Are you two dating?”

“No, I wish” I complained and tried to hit the spot with the little metal in my hand.

“He’s different from everyone I’ve worked for. He’s…. Stiff”

“Well, if you’ve had a leg almost blown off my a shotgun blast, a fiancé killed right in front of you and your team be cut down by half by a psychopath then I’ll be a bit bitter too” I defended.

“He hasn’t made any moves on you?”

“No, he’s been acting weird lately though” I concentrated because I thought I had it, but then it slipped.

I sighed in frustration and gave the cuffs a tug.

“My hands are cramming” I complained. Still, I went at it again.

“He had a leg almost broken… Right?”

“Yeah, by a shotgun blast” I replied, focused. I almost had it.

“And you’ve noticed this mood changes recently? What about peripheral vision? Reflexes?”

It came to mind when I said 'think fast’ to Don while I threw him a can of soda. A can he didn’t catch and ended up exploding in my floor because of the pressure. We laughed, I shrugged it off and that was it. But I knew what Samar was implying.

“You’ve met Donald for two weeks, I’ve known him for almost two years. Does he drink to much sometimes? Yes, but one when he knows he doesn’t have to work the next day. He’s not the kind of person that falls for something so banal as a pain killer addiction”

“He had a recent loss”

“Like 5 months ago”

“That’s not an excuse”

“Listen” I said, now more than annoyed “don’t you think if he had an addiction he would’ve told me?”

“No, I don’t think he would, it would be embarrassing for him to admit it, and it would make you disappointed in him”

“I wouldn’t be disappointed I would be sad” I concentrated in the cuffs and I got them out in a simple movement, just like Samar had when she showed me. “Here have your stupid-”

Before I could continue she cuffed me again, I looked at her dumbfounded. She showed me her phone where she had set a timer.

“You took twenty minutes, if this was a real life situation you would be dead five times over. Do it in less than two and we’ll stop”

I looked at my wrists again and siighed, they were red and I’m sure they will be purple tomorrow. Since we’re in the middle of spring I couldn’t use long sleeves.

“Tic tac” she said while I looked at the timer. I got to work quickly.

“He doesn’t have a pain killer addiction.”

“No, he has an Oxy addiction. Is an opioid and he likes the high. This is not the first time an agent would get an addiction after a major injury and it won’t be the last.”

I made it when she finished the sentence and handed the cuffs to her, I rubbed my wrists with my hands and sighed. I guess I could cover them with some bracelets.

“You can tell people you’ve got a kinky boyfriend” she said after a little wink. I shook my head and looked down at the phone.

It was way before my usual wake up call, but Don was already up and running and was now calling me. I took the phone and picked up

“Hey” I saluted.

“Texted you earlier to let you know I was bringing you coffee earlier since you don’t have to work today”

“I saw the message but I went to sleep again I’m sorry” I lied

“Well, splash some water I’m a block away”

“Got it” I hung up and looked at Samar “He’s coming, you should go” I stood up and headed to my bedroom to slip on my sneakers.

“Does he come here to have breakfast with you every morning?”

“We used to have it in a café before we went to work. Unfortunately, with this whole Raymond deal my boss put me in ambulatory work. I don’t go to the office anymore. It was getting hard for him to explain HR my absences and sudden disappearances from work. We opted this would be better and I’m handling almost all Raymond works, I’m not taking any other clients” I returned to the living room and walked to the front door, Samar following behind me.

“Test him” she said once I open the door “Ressler I mean. If you’re not convinced he has a problem, test him”

Test him how? She turned around and left my apartment, taking the stairs and getting out of sight just as the elevator doors opened and Don came out of them, cups in once hand a a bag from the other.

I smiled and saw him inside,closing the door after him.

“You don’t look just like you just woken up”

“Because I hadn’t” I took my coffee and sat down next to him in the dinning table. “You know Samar right?”

“Navabi?” He asked taking his own “yeah, I do”

“Well… So do I. Raymond as well, he’s asked her to teach me some self defense stuff, and for the last three weeks we have.” I showed him my red wrists “today she hand cuffed me and had me lockpick my way out”

He took my hands in his and turned them around, running his thumbs on my sore wrists

“How long did it took you?”

“The fastest I did it was two minutes” he gave me a surprise look.

“Impressive. She hasn’t taught you the real move has she?” He pulled out his own handcuffs from the hook of his belt.

“Of course not”

I cuffed himself, only one hand and made me look, he grabbed a paperclip I had hanging around some papers and positioned it.

“In this curve here” he inserted the clip and made a little movement “the latch is usually in the upper right curve. You have to find it, push and turn downwards”

He did just that and the cuff clicked, he took it out and it was my time to give him a surprised twist of eyebrows.

“Awesome” I commented and looked at the bag. While I rummaged through it to find the kind of muffin I liked I saw him pull out his bottle of pills.

“What’s that?” I asked, trying not to sound as alarmed as I felt. I had never seen him take the pills right in front of me.

“The pain killers I was prescribed” he excused himself, downed the pills and chugged them down with the coffee.

“You still take them? Your leg thing has been almost a year ago. If it still hurts you should go to a doctor”

He gave me a grimace and a little eye roll.

“It’s not just the leg, I’ve been getting physical at work lately.”

“Well, still, you might have pulled a muscle or tore something” he gave me a little smile and finished his coffee.

“I’m fine Mags, it’s just the perils of work”

I nodded, and let the subject go. He began talking about the case they took a week ago and expressed his concerns about Liz. As far as I’ve been told she’s not living at her place, she’s been hiding a lot, Raymond has a tail on her. He thinks she’s keeping something from him.

I told him that once you know your whole reality was a scam of course she was going to be paranoid and distrustful to people. But I agreed, she had to go back to normal.

After our breakfast Don left and I didn’t saw him for two days, he was working on a case that had something to do with a pandemic, luckily Samar had taken the case with Liz in the field and he stood behind.

He came around my house on night and I took Samar’s advice, planted a pill bottle filled with pain killer placebo and left it in the medicine cabinet of my bathroom.

We talked and laughed about whatever for the rest of the night, it was a normal night of two friends hanging out.

My heart sunk when I went to the bathroom and the pill bottle was three quarters empty.

I had to sit down at the toilet sit and take a deep breath.

I had gone through this with my dad. It was always just a little more, a little more of morphine to get him through the pain of chemo and being bedridden. With Don it was just one more pill to numb himself, he was still hurting for Audrey’s death and if it didn’t stop now he would ruin himself.

The placebo pills would get him more destabilized and he would have to seek for help, unless his addiction sinks him.

I couldn’t go back to our normal friend gathering after I left the bathroom. We were waiting for the pizza delivery and he was sitting in my couch looking for something interesting on Netflix.

I wanted to punch him, to make him tell me the truth, to be weak for once an accept his mistake. But there he was, as if nothing had happened, as if he hasn’t stole pills from me. They were fake, sure. But how many times had he done it in the past?

“We should start season 2 of Breaking Bad” he said when he found it. Of course I had seen it but he hadn’t, it was my chance to relive it again and I loved to see his face when he surprised himself with the plot twists.

I sat down next to him, looking at him worried. I was hating the fact that he acted so nonchalantly at this whole deal.

He looked at me and frowned.

“You OK?”

“Yeah” I lied and looked at the TV. “It’s just that…” I looked at my hands, being squeezed by eachother. “You know that you can talk to me about… You know, if you’re still sad fror Audrey or…”

He gave me a little twist of his eyebrows and lifted his arm up to hold me by the shoulders

“I’m fine Mags. I promise”

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