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The concept of Red spanking you over his knee and shushing you anytime you whine or try to say something...

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Going To Red for comfort

‘This can’t be happening’

You repeated this to yourself yet again, as if saying it enough times would somehow make it true. The world had taken your birth parents from you and now it was trying to take your found parents too. Another car crash. Not just with one parent this time, no. With both of them.

‘This isn’t happening.’

They were in surgery and the drunk driver that hit them got off with a broken arm and a concussion. You had to see him walking around, talking to the people he loved while your parents laid touch-and-go on hospital beds. You were sure in a few hours you’d be angry as all hell, but after sobbing and screaming and sobbing all over again, all you felt was empty.

Distantly, you heard your phone ringing. It was muffled, like you had lost it under a mountain of pillows, and when you looked at it in your hand you felt a deep certainty that it was not your hand, not your body at all. You stared at for longer than usual, knowing that the word on it was real and familiar, and yet unable to recognize it or who it meant was calling. Only when the call disconnected then started ringing again did you finally register that someone was trying to call you. Reddington was trying to call you.

‘Right. Right, of course, he’ll know what’s happened by now.’

“Hello?”

“(Y/n), darling, I was worried you were ignoring me.” His voice had the same nonchalance it normally did, and yet it was marginally softer than usual. You knew it was on your behalf that he didn’t go immediately into questioning you. Somehow, he knew you would need this sense of normalcy from him, a constant in a world ever-changing.

“I could never ignore you, red.”

You paused for a moment, debating your next question.

“Where are you right now?”

The control you maintained on your voice a moment ago slipped and it became a small, scared thing begging for comfort.

“Already on my way, my dear. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You felt a wave of relief flood through you. Five minutes. You just had to make it five more minutes. Red was not a miracle worker, but you knew if anyone could help you, it would be him. He would do whatever he could to ensure your parents had the best treatment possible, and you didn’t even have to ask.

“Will you take me somewhere quiet please?”

“You should be with your parents.”

“Please, Red. I can’t be in this damn hospital any longer.”

You heard him sigh, and knew you had won. He wasn’t particularly fond of hospitals, but you downright hated them.

“Two more minutes, darling, then somewhere quiet. Dembe and I will be waiting for you outside.”

You didn’t bother staying on the phone, choosing instead to grab all your things and hurry towards the exit, desperate to leave this stupid white hellhole as quickly as possible. Dembe was waiting for you when you reached the doors, ready to take your bags and put them in the back. You didn’t even have the energy to hand them to him, just stood limply while he grabbed them from you and mumbled out a thank you. You felt like a zombie again as you trudged toward the car, then flung yourself into the seat. You slumped against Reddington, face burrowed into his shoulder.

“Is this real?” He shifted beneath you and draped an arm over your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your back.

“Unfortunately so.”

You choked back a sob and tightened your grip on his suit.

“The place we’re going… can it be dark too? I like things better in the dark.”

He let out a soft hum of affirmation and something in you realized he was already planning on it. Perhaps if both of you were different people you’d be creeped out by this, but you had long since gotten used to his surveillance. He liked to tell you one could never be too careful.

“Red? One more thing?”

He hummed again to let you know he was listening.

“The man that hit them… I want him to hurt.”

He let out a soft chuckle and draped something over your back.

“That can be arranged.”

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Imagine being frustrated with Reddington again...

Red was in the middle of a very crucial case trying to deliver Elizabeth Keen information that she needed. Just as he opened a bottle of scotch, you walked into the room unannounced with a frown and your phone in hand.

“Why did you piss off Hakim?”

Reddington sighed and waved you off. “Not now, Y/n.”

“No. I’ve already bought my outfit and now he calls and tells me ‘not to bother coming to the wedding’?” You argued and looked over to where Elizabeth was standing, flashing her a smile. “Hi, Liz. How are you?”

The young woman cleared her throat and folded her arms awkwardly, caught in the middle of the feud. “We’re - uh - trying to find a chemical weapon that can’t be traced.” She explained briefly.

Reddington had poured himself a glass but found the drink quickly swiped from his fingers by a very annoyed you. Sipping the scotch, you turned to Elizabeth.

“Have you tried isolating the radiation levels to their subatomic particles? Something that small will leave a path.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened and she looked at Reddington. “I thought that wasn’t possible?”

You chuckled and took a seat on Reddington's sofa. “That’s because you’re not me.” Looking back at the man by the bar cart, you pointed at him. "Now, about that wedding invitation..."

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Somebody tell me how the fuck I ended up on a Raymond Reddington/Reader fic and loving the idea...

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Imagine being Aram’s friend and developing a crush on Reddington.

It wasn’t surprising that you had developed a little crush on the man. You met him when he paid an unexpected visit to Aram while you both were in the middle of your Harry Potter marathon.

“Agent Mojtabai, I had no idea you’ve had a date! But this is a very urgent matter, I wouldn’t bother you otherwise...” He gave you both an apologetic smile and you could’ve sworn your heart missed a beat at the deep rumble of his voice.

“Oh, no that’s not... We’re just friends.'' You were quick to correct him. Maybe too quick, because he let out a chuckle and tilted his head, interested.

“Ah, I see. John Finch, Aram’s colleague… of sorts. Pleasure to meet you.” His tenacious blue eyes bore into yours and you realised right at that instance, that you were a goner. He initiated your second meeting, and every date after that. You quickly learned his real name and what he did for a living. But it didn’t bother you as much as it probably should. He was an absolute gentleman, always kind, and genuinely interesting person to be around. So what if he was a criminal, and the most wanted one at that? He was good to you and he made you laugh like no one else. Yes, it was not surprising at all.

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Don’t Take the Girl (Raymond Reddington x Reader)

Part 1 of ? 

While undercover with the infamous, Raymond Reddington, the reader and Red run into trouble. A mobster who has it out for Red. And when he finds the soft spot Red holds for the reader, the simple uncover operation turns deadly, and the reader is about to find out how much she truly means to Red, and the lengths he is willing to go to protect her. 

Reddington x Reader (platonic) 

Going undercover with Reddington was always chaotic. Nothing ever seemed to go to plan. And on this particular occasion, everything that could have gone wrong did. Now Y/N and Red were hiding behind the bar of a restaurant in the Philippines after a local mob leader and his crew had raided the place killing the one person they were there to talk to.  

“Now what,” Y/N whispered as she pulled her small gun out of her thigh holster. 

“How the hell did you hide that, while wearing that.” Red asked with a smirk. While Red was wearing his usual attire of impeccable suits and his famous fedora, Y/N had switched out her usual black jeans with a black top and black hi tops, for a skin tight short green cocktail dress with green pumps. 

“You were the one who bought me the dress. You didn’t pick one with pockets so I had to improvise.” Y/N retorted as she smiled over at the criminal. He had grown on her immensely in the years almost 3 that they had been working together. She, along with Agent Keen, had been chosen by Reddington himself to work on the task force to bring down criminals on Reddington’s Blacklist.  And after Keen had repeatedly shut Reddington out of her life, Y/N and him had become closer. 

So close in fact that he now would talk to her more than he would talk to Keen about the Blacklist, and sometimes more than that. They had socially gone to some plays and ballets together, not that Y/N would ever tell anyone on the task force that. It wasn’t a romantic thing in the slightest. Y/N saw Reddington almost as a father figure, he cared about her like no one else in her life ever had. 

Suddenly a hand entangled itself tightly into Y/N’s hair as it yanked her over the bar. 

In an instant Red was up gun pointed at the man who now had Y/N, his arm over her neck and his gun pointed at her head. It took him only a moment to assess the situation and immediately his demeanor changed. 

“Phillip,” Red said, lowering his weapon, a smile on his face. “How long has it been?” 

The man who was holding onto Y/N shifted over as the man behind him crept forward. 

“Raymond, I can’t say it's a pleasure.” He replied. “Who is your friend here?” He smiled creepily as he ran his fingers over Y/N’s  bare arm. 

Y/N watched as Red’s face shifted slightly but not enough that anyone apart from her would notice. She knew that while on the outside he was putting on his charismatic smile as he tried to deescalate the situation, but on the inside he was fuming. 

“Katarina Stanton, she is the brightest hacker I have ever met.” 

“A hacker, that’s wonderful, just what we need isn’t it boys.” Phillip, or as he was better known as Ang Anino, said. “It’s time I take back what is mine, Reddington.” 

“And what might that be Phillip.” 

Philip grasped Y/N’s arm roughly. “Stop calling me Phillip!” He snapped. 

“Oh would you prefer that I call you by the absurd nickname you go by. The shadow now really Phillip you couldn’t have come up with something better than that.” 

“Shut up!” Phillip then began to point his gun at Red. “Now Reddington, I want the money you owe me.” 

“Phi…” 

“No! I’m done listening to your smartass voice! You will transfer the 10 million dollars into my account now or…” He grabbed Y\N by the back of her neck squeezing. “I kill your pretty little hacker.” 

The smile on Red’s face finally fell. And the anger he had been holding in, shown through. 

“You are not being reasonable Phillip…” He started when suddenly Ang Anino placed the barrel of his gun on Y/N’s shoulder and fired. 

Y/N let out a scream as she looked at Red tears in her eyes, and for the first time she saw fear in his eyes. 

Red’s gun was back up aiming at Ang Anino, his jaw clenched. 

“You don’t want to cross me Phillip, now hand over the girl.” Red snapped. 

The man began to laugh, causing everyone in the room to look at him concerned. 

“You care about this girl, don’t you Raymond.” Phillip laughed and he just nodded to the man holding Y/N who shoved her towards him. Phillip grabbed her face in his hand, digging the barrel of his gun into her stomach. “I mean I get it man, she is sexy. But she’s a bit young for you isn't she.” He laughed. 

“I won’t ask again, hand her over.” Red snapped his eyes locked right on Y/N. 

“You are in no position to give me orders!” Philip screamed as he moved his hand from Y\N's face to her shoulder digging his finger into her bullet wound. 

Y/N screamed tears now streaming down her face. “You son of a bitch!” 

“Let her go!” Red screamed. “I will kill you, I will end you!” 

Phillip let out a laugh again as he kicked Y/N’s in the back of her knees causing her to collapse to the floor. He then grabbed her hair yanking her to her knees and when she opened her mouth to scream again he put the barrel of the gun into her mouth. 

“I am in charge! And if you say another word, one word Red, I will blast her pretty little brains out.” 

Y/N tried to hold back her tears, she didn’t want to appear weak, but the pain in her shoulder and the fear was getting the best of her. As she looked up at Red, she watched as all the anger in his face was gone, and instead he looked almost devastated. 

He immediately raised his hands in surrender. 

Phillip laughed taking the gun out of Y/N”s mouth as he place his foot on her back and shoved her into the floor. 

“I have found the weakness of the great Raymond Reddington. And I…” He started when suddenly one of his men who had been outside came in and whispered something in his ear. 

“It looks like we have some visitors, so let’s take this party elsewhere.” Phillip smiled as he got off of Y/N pulling her back to her feet before shoving her towards Red. 

He quickly caught her, careful to avoid her injury. As he held her, he looked up and down, he checked to see if any of her injuries were life threatening. He then placed a hand on her cheek as she looked in his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered as he shrugged off his jacket wrapping it around her. They were then escorted by some of Phillip’s men out the back door. Red cursed himself for telling Dembe to stay back, and Y/N was kicking herself for not telling the task force what she and Red were doing. They both knew that there was no one who could get them out of this mess. 

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Invaluable Asset

AN: this could be a series, but for now I'm going to write it to be a stand alone. Please let me know if you want to see more! This takes. place in season one, sometime after episode 16. Ressler might be a little OOC.

"You're trying to tell me you don't know a single person good enough to steal these cars?"

Reddington sighed deeply, "Of course I do. But they lack a certain talent for subtlety that's necessary for this task. I'm not some type of magician, I can't just pull criminals out of my hat for you."

Cooper turned sharply. "And how exactly do you expect us to find an actor turned car thief willing to go undercover for us?"

"I can't possibly imagine how that's my problem. Either you figure it out or Amíl will be gone in less than a week. And once he's gone, you'll never so much as hear of him again." He placed his hat back on his head and turned to leave, strolling to the elevator with the same easy confidence he always seemed to have.

"For now, I have other matters to attend to."

The elevator closed just as Red finished speaking.

"Well?" Cooper asked Liz, "How do you suggest we go about this?"

Surprisingly, however, it was Ressler that answered.

"I think I know someone."

~

You were just pulling the muffins out of the oven when the doorbell rang.

"One second!" You called, hoping they could hear you as you pulled out the second tray and placed it onto the waiting trivet. You removed your oven mitts and set them on the counter between the two trays, then made your way to the front door. Your eyes lit up as you spotted Donnie through the tall windows. Taking two long strides to reach the door, you flung it open, a wide grin dancing on your lips.

"Donnie! Hi, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!"

It took everything in you not to pull him in for a hug, but you knew he didn't like spontaneous physical contact, so you abstained. Donnie coughed and shifted uncomfortably and you finally registered the two others standing next to him.

The brunette had an apologetic smile on her face, but the older man looked more amused than anything.

You scanned them briefly. Deciding they looked harmless enough, you stepped back to let them in. Besides, you trusted Donnie not to bring anyone dangerous to your door.

"Nice suit. It looks good on you. Come on in, we can talk while I make the drizzle for these muffins. I hope y'all like lemon,"

You turned and led them through the house and into the kitchen, humming at the thanks you received for the compliment. You also fought off a smile when you heard him mutter something about 'good taste' to the woman.

"So," you said, carefully adding powdered sugar to the bit of lemon juice you had left, "I'm assuming this visit is for business rather than pleasure?"

"Unfortunately. I have a favor to ask of you."

"Alright," you replied. Deciding the drizzle was at the consistency you wanted, you began to spoon it over the muffins. "I can tell this is serious, and the kitchen counter is no place to discuss serious business. Donnie, could you grab plates for everyone? We'll talk about this further in the living room. Please try to keep crumbs on your plates, I cleaned the couches yesterday."

~

You stared incredulously at your friend and his two companions, whose names you'd learned were Liz and David, though you suspected the man was lying.

"I'm sorry, let me get this straight. You spent three years trying to get me to stop stealing cars and remove myself from this life of crime, you helped me move to get away from that life and be closer to you, and now you're telling me you want me to go steal cars in your name?"

David smiled and leaned back in his chair, "Yes."

"No." Donnie glared so hard you thought he might punch David in the face before returning his gaze to you. "Of course I don't want you to go back to stealing cars. But we need someone to go undercover for us, and unfortunately I seem to know the only car thief good enough at acting to help."

"Ex car thief, Donnie. I don't do that shit anymore."

You sighed and buried your face in your hands, dragging them down until your eyes were uncovered. "But you're my friend, and I help my friends. What do you need me to do?"

David sat back up and turned to the woman, who hadn't so much as touched her muffin.

"You really ought to try the muffins. They're incredible. As for what you need to do, we'll need you to get the attention of a certain criminal, so you're going to need you to break into his car. Don't take it though, it needs to look like you did it just to prove you could. Once you've done that, you'll have to convince him to let you join his operation instead of murdering you. Can you do that?"

You weighed your options silently. On one hand, what they were asking of you was incredibly dangerous, and even though you knew it was necessary, the idea of purposely being caught set every part of you on edge.

On the other hand though, Donnie would never ask you to do something like this unless he was truly desperate, and you trusted him not to let you get hurt. Still, he couldn't prevent every danger and doing this would be taking a huge risk.

"Which criminal?"

Liz finally added her two cents into the mix.

"I'm terribly sorry, but that's classified. Unless we have positive confirmation you'll be helping us, he'll have to remain unnamed."

A sharp, angry smile made its way onto your face.

"I'm sorry, you're not just asking me to put my life on the line, you're also asking me to risk everything I've worked so hard to build. Even if I do this, and by some miracle this man doesn't murder me, soon everyone will know who I am and what I did, and if my old employers get a hold of that information, I will be hunted, tortured, and killed. So you can either tell me who's car I'll be stealing and take the risk that I might say no, or you can get the hell out of my house right now and know for certain that you squandered your best chance of catching this man. Do I make myself clear?"

Liz opened her mouth to respond, but David cut her off before she could say anything else.

"Vicente Amíl."

"Jesus fucking Christ," you muttered.

"I'll do it. But just so we're clear, you owe me. Big time."

You locked eyes with Donnie, who sagged with visible relief.

"Thank you, (Y/n). You have no idea what this means to me."

You shook your head, standing. "I'm the stupidest person in the entire world. I can't believe I'm doing this for you. Also," you added, turning back to Liz, "It's incredibly rude not to eat food someone serves you in their home. If you didn't like lemons, you should've said so before I served you."

You turned your attention back to the boys. "You, on the other hand, should take a few muffins to go. Thank you for being so polite. You're welcome back anytime. Donnie, always good to see you, even if you are requesting impossible things from me. Please see Liz out."

Donald raised an eyebrow at that. "Just Liz?"

You glanced back at him and smiled. "And yourself, please. Do come back later though, I'm dying to catch up. David and I are going to get him his muffins."

Though polite, your tone left no room for argument and you could faintly hear Donnie and Liz arguing as they walked to the door. Once the door finally closed, you turned your attention back to the man in the center of your house.

"Wonderful. Now that they're gone, may I have your real name please? I do tire of calling you by your alias."

You watched as he chuckled and rose from his chair, strolling towards the hall leading back to the kitchen. "Raymond Reddington, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet someone so very talented."

"Please," you replied smoothly, "The pleasure is all mine. I meant what I said, by the way. Feel free to drop by whenever. I'm usually off Friday through Sunday and there's a good chance I'll be baking something else. Helps relax me, and my coworkers enjoy whatever I make as well."

He smiled as you handed him a Tupperware container with four muffins safely nestled inside. Placing his hat back upon his head, he made his way to the door, and you took notice of the glint in his eye right before he left.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you quite soon, (Y/n)."

You leaned against the wall and watched him saunter to the car waiting for him. A different car than Donnie and Liz took, by the looks of it. The corners of your lips twitched up as you watched him go.

"Raymond Reddington, huh? What an interesting man."

P.S. The muffins mentioned are real muffins. Feel free to let me know if you want the recipe.

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DONALD RESSLER 

A Desperate Mess - Donald Ressler x Reader

Peach Cobbler - Donald Ressler x Reader

Imagine suggesting a restaurant to Ressler for date night

Imagine getting on Ressler’s nerves

RAYMOND REDDINGTON

A Case They’ll Like - Raymond Reddington, Reader (all platonic)

Trouble In ‘Paradis’ - Raymond Reddington, Reader (all platonic)

Imagine ignoring Reddington's calls until he shows up at the doorstep

Imagine reminding Reddington that you have his back

Imagine declining a task from Reddington

Imagine being frustrated with Reddington again

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Club Abyssinia -  Reader x Donald Ressler (implied), Reader x Raymond Reddington (platonic)

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