#resslington

[resslington-is-my-otp]

Donald Ressler and Raymond Reddington in NBC's The Blacklist (2013)

#the blacklist #donald ressler #raymond reddington #resslington #diego klattenhoff #james spader #smallscreensource #filmtvcentral #cinematv #tvandfilm #tvedit #dailyflicks #gifs

[le-scenariste]

Okay so I've started watching Blacklist with my parents while we eat dinner and shit, right ?

We watched ep9 tonight (Anslo whatever the fuck) and ofc my dad's complaining cuz trust but my mom was also saying how some parts of the dialogue was so bad.

Meanwhile my queer ass is watching the same scenes going "do they not see ??? The homoerotic tension ???????" Like...they really didn't need to have Ressler and Red interact like that AND YET !

"Why not let them have me, Donald ? I'll likely be tortured for weeks and left to rot until they finally deign to put a bullet in my skull. Wouldn't that please you ?"

"Youre an adjunct informant for the FBI, Reddington. That means you're my responsibility. That means I fight for your life regardless of how badly I want to take it."

THAT WAS RHE DIALOGUE. WHILE THEY WERE STANDING INCHES AWAY FROM EACH OTHER !!!! IT'S NOT BAD DIALOGUE IF YOU LOOK FOR THE HOMOEROTICISM !!!!!!!

AND THEN...RESSLER (FBI agent, first name Donald) GETS SHOT. AND RED(dington) DRAGS RESSLER AROUND AND KEEPS HIM FROM BLEEDING OUT. sort of.

"Donald, never let it be said that I valued a Zegna Venticinque tie over human life, even yours."

Like, I know Red obviously has his own set of morals and shit but he's also aware of the luxurious life his criminal activity brings him and how that may appear as disregard for others entirely. (although apparently you should not be tourniqueting a leg which is exactly what is happening in that scene)

And then Red gives Ressler a fuckin blood transfusion while they're trapped in a glass and metal box together. AND MORE DIALOGUE

"I know you don't think much of me but you don't get assigned a case file like yours unless you pass muster."

[...]

"You were engaged."

"To her, yeah. But it was my engagement with you that ended that relationship. Five years, I chased you. Five years trying to make my name."

If that ain't some enemies to lovers shit jfc. They did not have to word it like that but goddamn. Like...it's kinda implied from the beginning that Ressler's kinda pissed that some new person managed to get this world class criminal he's been chasing for years to finally give himself up without even realising. Ressler has spent YEARS tryna take down Red and now Red is currently saving his life. Literally enemies to lovers my god.

Again, that ain't bad dialogue if you stop looking at it from that boring ass Straight™ pov. I mean yeah it probably wasn't on purpose but still.

#the blacklist #donald ressler #raymond reddington #resslington #haven't watched ep10 istfg if Dembe dies I'm gonna scream #no i can't be normal about anything why do you ask #i literally didn't even think of those two as a ship and then this ep happened #bRO #HOW DO YOU NOT EXPECT ME TO END UP SHIPPIJG GHEM #but again if Dembe dies holy sHIT

[imago1603]

Happy St. Valentine's Day for @falle-ness <3 <3 <3

It looks better IRL, this scan sucks

#the black list #raymond reddington #donald ressler #resslington #he is also a wonderful dancer #kinda killed ressler because couldn't struggle with red's hand anymore #sorry #not sorry #my art

[kiss-my-freckle]

You want justice for Elizabeth. Justice, not vengeance. In my experience, they're the same.

#Resslington #The Blacklist

[bi-ressler]

after two and a half years i finally wrote the 2nd chapter… it’s still gonna be a long ride and i‘m not entirely sure where it’s heading. let’s figure it out together!

resslington pining, fluff, as of now a ton of urt. enjoy!!

#the blacklist #donald ressler #raymond reddington #resslington #tbl fanfic #mine

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

The things you love or the people you hurt

Donald Ressler was a man of firm moral principles. At least, that's what he had believed for a very long time – amazing, actually, for a man who had once committed murder and disposed of the body twice. Ressler had always convinced himself that this act had been a wake-up call, and after he had joined the FBI, it had been easy for him to squeeze such things into a tight corset of black and white. But then Raymond Reddington came along. He, too, followed a strict code, had a certain moral compass, although he was on the completely opposite side. The black-and-white tones in Ressler's own value system no longer struck out so clearly, so unequivocally in one direction. Ressler learned that gray was a color darker than white but lighter than black. And he learned that he found it extremely attractive.

To be together, they had to steal time, as the saying goes, as if there were an invisible time account. If that existed, they paid into it with lies and withdrew from it with desire. Sometimes, when they had satisfied a mutual craving, Ressler would hide his forehead in the elegant curve of Raymond's neck as if to cool it, although they were both heated. Then he remembered that the doubts were self-chosen, just like the decision to engage in this affair, and that there were no easy answers.

No answers as to why he was both attracted and repelled by the man's silly hat, so much so that his heartbeat would sometimes stop for a second on the street when someone wearing a hat stood in the distance. Until he realized that it was not the hat, but what it stood for: a kind of vain decadence, the exaggeration of a cliché, an anachronism that was supposed to feign a distinguished ambition. Not that Raymond wasn't all that, but really it was about what was under that hat, under the suits and the sometimes awkward posturing.

Reddington had recognized their commonality much earlier than Ressler. That probably shouldn't have surprised Donald. He was far too straightforward, a man from humble beginnings who secretly couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction when they caught a criminal who had become rich by doing bad deeds.  

"You want the same thing I want, just by different means," Raymond had asserted.

It had been their first night together. Stolen time, which Reddington had said unconvincingly that not even Dembe knew about. But that was nonsense, because Dembe never left his side, he always knew where Reddington was, protected him from all dangers, even from those that only Dembe thought were a danger at all. Of course Donald was a danger to Reddington, Dembe himself had made that unmistakably clear to him. But Ressler was like a dog that had picked up a scent and would not give up until it had found its cause.  

So that first night he might have been standing outside the door just as much as any other, but he didn't care anymore. He remembered how he had looked at Reddington as if he had said something indecent, although only a few seconds ago they had done things together that Donald, with a little more sense, would have considered extremely improper.

"I want the same thing as you?" he had asked, mockingly.

Reddington, who in those moments bore a rare softness in his features, had let out a hoarse laugh. Then he had raised a hand and brushed a finger over the corner of Donald's mouth, as if he could simply wipe away any remark and perhaps even any doubt.

"You don't seem to understand, Donald," Reddington had explained in his roundabout way, "that we are not so different. Oh, I already know that you are not comfortable with that thought. You think you, with your laws and your command, are above crime."

"And you think you, as a criminal, are above everything. I would say those are two extremely conflicting views."

"No, it's two sides of the same coin," Reddington had asserted, and instead of explaining this any further, he had begun to let his tongue follow his finger. As it turned out, he always managed to stop a possible discussion this way in the future as well.

Ressler was not stupid. He would never have made it this far if he were just a man with a badge and a gun, bluntly carrying out orders and priding himself on being on the seemingly right side of the law. Therefore, he had quickly understood that Reddington had awakened in him a desire that had always been there and had always been suppressed. He had understood, also thanks to Liz, that he was extremely susceptible to physical attraction, and that this was a weakness that others were willing to exploit. And yet he never expected that man, the man with the ridiculous hat and the expensive suits and the overly exclusive taste, would be as attractive to him.

For a while he wondered what exactly it was. The fact that crime paid off after all? That would be like him mourning a wrong choice. One that he would have had, back then, as a boy. Killing a man opened up a dark world. He, however, had chosen the light one. And now everything was gray, but this gray was not dull, not foggy; neither bad nor good. Maybe it was just the sex. The age difference. The thought was uncomfortable, especially after Ressler had been watching a lot of gay porn in the privacy of his own home and mind.

And maybe he would never figure it out either. Maybe there was destiny, after all. Destiny that had decided that his moral principles were very malleable, just like Reddington's. Destiny that had decided for him that he found Reddington attractive in a way he had never believed existed outside of female forms. Secretly, he sensed that there was more. That was what made it so hard, a kind of existential crisis. What if he was as addicted to Reddington's touch as he was to the pills that had been his lifeline for a while? What if the man was simply another form of addiction?

Sometimes, just before they met, Donald would take one of those pills, even if he wasn't in pain. Because in truth he was, he felt pain in areas so deep inside him that no cure could get there. This pain was unbearable, and although Ressler was not a cowardly man, not one to avoid a fight, it was questionable whether this fight could be won. And maybe that was not possible. One day these pills would no longer work, that much was clear. One day he would have to face what he had gotten himself into. One day, Raymond would also have to face what was perceived as justice.

Until then, Donald would lay his head in the crook of Raymond's neck, breathing in his scent, that mixture of a far-too-expensive aftershave and sweat that testified to the effort Donald had put him through.

In a way, that was very satisfying.

#writing #Ressler/Reddington #fanfiction #Resslington #the Blacklist #my fics

[falle-ness]

Found the way to make Ressler suffer after helping Liz in s6 lolol.

Really, he just buried some muscle for this Jankowics guy, drug kingpin, and what, no one noticed?

DEA comes into play, hehe. Coz they got an undercover DEA there. Whom Liz-surpriiiiise-shot and brought him, and the other dead guy onto Ressler’s doorstep.

Let's see if Red can shed some light onto it. Because in my version, this comes back biting Ress in his ass after Elizabeth's death in s8.

Red can get him out, but will he forgive him for his detour with Liz?

Mhmmm. Let's see how it goes. It's fun.

#resslington is my otp

[donald-is-my-man]

*creeps in, cobwebbed limbs creaking*

Thought I'll post a lil' shoutout to those lost souls who come across Donald Ressler's and resslington fics on my Ao3 acc.

I see you, and your kudos always make my yet another shitty day a bit better.

I'm happy that there are still those among us who seek above and beyond the original tv show.

Thank you, and I hope your summer is much better than mine.

#behind_the_wheel_txt

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Ok else do you read fanfic about I mean other than obviously snape? -kiwi anon

I read fanfic for other fictional characters that I’m obsessed with

Logan from X-men

Victor from X-men

Bucky from marvel

Dr. Strange from marvel

The occasional Tony Stark (marvel)

Daryl from TWD

Castiel from spn

Sam from spn

Thranduil from the hobbit

I also read fics for my fav ships

Logan x Storm

Ironstrange (iron man and dr. Strange)

SamBucky (Sam Wilson and bucky Barnes)

Daryl x Connie

Resslington (Ressler x Reddington)

Resscott (Ressler x Prescott)

(Those two are from a fandom I left a long time ago)

I also read AU fics for fandoms I’m in

#kiwi Anon

[thetwistedargent]

Into The Abyss

[ TW: drugs! This is some dark!Resslington. Red and Ressler go down a drug-fueled spiral. Inspired by this post by @falle-ness ]

Ressler feels a hand curl around his bicep just as he’s about to snort the crushed line in front of him and let the numbness overtake him.

“If you’re here to stop me, you’re too late.” Donald’s icy voice cuts through the air.

The agent is already in too deep.

“I’m not here to stop you.” Red says, his voice heavy, mirroring the pain in Donald’s.

“Then why are you here?” Ressler demands.

Donald just wants Red to go away. He wants everything to go away. The grief. The hurt. The pain. He wants it all to go away.

Red loosens his grip on Donald’s biceps. He leans forward until his chest is just lightly grazing Donald’s back. He slides his arm, with the sleeves pushed up over his elbows, into Donald’s view.

Donald eyes trail up the older man’s arm until they reach the red and purple track marks. Donald had picked up on Red’s comments about opium over the years, but this is the first time that he’s seen the undeniable proof for himself. He and Red are two kindred souls.

“I just want to help.” Red breathes out as Donald’s fingers lightly graze against the bruised skin, a sign of their shared pain.

He’s not lying when he tells Donald that he wants to help. The man is being quite reckless. He’s getting drugs from anywhere he can and snorting lines off dirty bars with zero regard for his life. But, in true Reddington fashion, he has an ulterior motive. He doesn’t want to be alone in his spiral. He needs to be with the one person who truly understands the weight of his grief, someone who is willing to spiral into darkness with him.

Ressler licks his lips. He’s still itching for the fix that’s the right in front of him, but he knows that he’s taking a risk. He doesn’t know where these drugs came from or what’s in them. He hasn’t completely lost himself, not yet at least.

And if he’s being completely honest, he wouldn’t mind the company. If he’s going to disappear into the darkness and let the drugs consume him, it might as well be with Reddington. After all, isn’t that where he’s been headed this whole time?

Ressler finally turns his head to face Reddington, their faces close enough that each can see the other’s emotions so clearly.

“Let’s go before I change my mind.” Ressler concedes.

Even though his entire body is already vibrating on the edge, he can wait just a little longer.

Reddington simply nods, places his hand on Donald’s back and leads them both into the abyss.

#tw: drugs #my fic #resslington #raymond reddington #donald ressler #resslington fic

[resslington-is-my-otp]

Paul Eluard. “I Cannot Be Known” (selected lines), Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)

Another version under the cut

#donald ressler #raymond reddington #resslington #resslington edit

[muchadoaboutstartrek]

Hello good people. So, despite the fact this blog is called the way that it is called, there probably will be more than one fandom included.

I am also a med student so updates and stories here will be rare and I will also not be taking requests at the moment.

The fandoms you are most likely to find here:

Star Trek (duh) and mostly Spock and Pike (both Spock x oc/Pike x oc AND Spock x Pike [might throw in some Spirk too]) and, of course, Spock/La'an

House MD (House x Thirteen)

John Wick

The Blacklist (Resslington or Red x oc)

Hawaii five-0 (McDanno)

MacGyver (MacDalton)

I think that's it for now.

So there you go, hope you guys like it. Also when I eventually start taking requests, it's either gonna be headcanons or you will have to be specific with your character because I kinda suck at that whole 'reader' and 'Y/N' thing.

The first one is already up on the profile and it's a Spock x reader.

#star trek #spock x reader #spock x pike #pike x reader #spock x oc #spirk #spock x kirk #house x reader #house x thirteen #john wick x oc #john wick x reader #the blacklist #red reddington #resslington #hawaii five 0 #mcdanno #steve x danny #macdalton #mac x jack #spock x la'an #la'an x spock

[imago1603]

Turns out I finished my piece of Red right to birthday of my Resslington Muse

@falle-ness i wish you all the happiest things whatever makes your soul shine. Yau are such a talented and gifted little sunshine, I’m so happy I met you here.

#the black list #raymond reddington #my art #happy birthday #falle-ness #happy birthday bro

[kiss-my-freckle]

I’m seriously gearing up for a Resslington gif set. 

[bi-ressler]

can you believe i‘m writing resslington again?

#me neither but here i am #in the middle of a completely different hyperfixation #but it‘s FUN #they‘re probably completely ooc but it’s not like i care lol #resslington #the blacklist

[falle-ness]

3 am in the morning and-can you believe it????-I'm bothered by the goddamn tbl s10 finale.

Yes, I know the ending. And yes, against my best intentions I've taken a peek at the very last ep. Godawful hot mess of a finale. I've almost forgotten about it but for the damn gifset I saw last week and realized—

Between all the bullshit (not sorry), I didn't see anyone pointing out (understandable) that the last person Red's spoke about {censored} was Ressler.

Can we stop for a moment here?

Why not Liz? Not Dembe?

The last person (he used handsome in a sentence with Ressler!!!!!!!!!!!feelz alert!!!!!) he mentioned before {censored} was Ressler.

And the last sentence????? Excuse me????

I wonder what you’d actually do with yourself if one day you finally got your man?

So many questions.

I told you resslington will be the last thing on this trainwreck to survive.

And it did, ha.

#the blacklist #donald ressler #raymond reddington