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Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 3: “Hands All Over” 

They hold hands? Their fingers brush for an instant? Or they are hungry for touch?

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Day 7: “Crazy in Love”. Gay!Keenler aka Tom Keen/Donald Ressler

Day 1. When I first saw you. Pressler/Rescott

Nothing new, lads)) I think, it’s all about James Carpinello and his foxy eyes x)) He literally looks at Ressler like “Who is this handsome man?” And I was like “aaaawwwwww THIS IS TENSION” xD

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You”

Whump moments with your favs. If that’s not your jam, alternatively, you may show us the moments they care about each other.

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We’re hoping you’re enjoying yourselves this lovely spring morning ;)

And we’re excited about your entries :D

@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 6: “Nectar Like Lips”

A Resslington mix for their non-verbal interactions ;)

You are the boat who’s sailing across my flesh

1. But the flesh is weak and without reason // 2. I see you left a mark up and down my skin // 3. I’ve got to remember this is just a game // 4. за мной следят в замочную скважину, ты следишь // 5. если любовь, значит всё сгорает // 6. I know that you’re burning out for me // 7. You have poison in your heart // 8. Through you I’m living my worst desire // 9. I will wash off all the dirty, dirty thoughts I had about you // 10. я хочу найти письмо в пустом конверте и прочесть тебе

Day 4: The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health/I’ll Take Care of You

He wakes up to the intense burn of a florescent light. His eyes sting against the glare, piercing straight through his skull, and it takes a long time before he can properly see through the blurring pain.

The machine next to him is incessantly beeping, making the growing headache spike. Hospital. What the hell am I doing in a hospital?

The tubes catch on his arms as he tries to get up, but sudden strong hands are on him, holding him down, gently but firmly. Something is wrong, he doesn’t know what, but something is very wrong.

“Donald, please calm yourself.” A man with a hat is standing next to him. His eyes betray a level of intense exhaustion, but they are filled up with worry and kindness. His doctor?

“You were in an accident.” He comes to sit next to him on the bed, his smile a little relieved. “I’m glad you’re awake,” The man glides a gentle hand over his forehead and briefly into his hair, making him shudder, “You got hurt while saving my life, remember? Typical,” there is a sweet fondness in his voice, “But the doctor’s say you’re going to be fine.”

He shakes his head violently, ignoring the pain. “No…” he struggles again, “… wrong… no.”

Again, strong hands hold him down firmly – he spares a glance to the tall black man next to him and his heart contracts again.

The kind man pushes himself close, grabbing his face in both hands, forcing him to look him in the eye, His expression is fiercely compassionate, but growing with worry. “Donald, just breathe, and tell me what is wrong.”

He blinks, feeling the slide of tears slip into his hair, “Don’t know… “he shakes his head, “Don’t know who I am.”

The expression falls slack, all the softness and compassion shattered in an instant, revealing only a horrible look of surprise and sharp pain. He has the terrible urge to apologize, to at least try and remove that look utter devastation.

When the man finally pulls away, he is already firing off orders to the few others in the room - and there is the doctor, and probably a nurse. 

He turns on his side, trying to block out all the noise, he curls up and desperately tries to remember who he is. ____ A/N: I’ve always wanted to write an amnesia fic, but it never comes out the way I want - the whole point of reading a paring is to see their interactions. When one has amnesia, then it kinda defeats the purpose, because that individual isn’t himself anymore. So you’re technically writing an OC with another character XD Anyway, a short drabble is a good way to get it out of my system. Thanks for reading! :)

Day 8. Admin got loose.

Day 7: “Crazy in Love”

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Day 5, "Come On, Closer"

It starts with that little tip-up of the chin: Ressler beckons Tom and his dark, depthless blue eyes nearer. But this time, Tom's guard is down and, before he knows it, Ressler's got him pinned against the wall. When the Agent presses his muscular bulk against Tom's lean frame, it's definitely "Personal space? What space?!"

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