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us: please can we have a way to turn off fan mail so we don't get all this spam or a better functioning mobile app or the ability to add photos to reblogs on mobile or replies back
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Richard Speight, Jr. at ChiCon 2016
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In the next episode probably
One of the boys: âCandy, I love you.â
Candy: âhaha, yeaâ
Candy: *walks away*
Candy: âI wish he liked me :(â
#this is the truth and you know it#even after being kissed she'll be like#I wish he was my boyfriend#I'm calling it#take note#my candy love#cdm
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#she's genuinely uncomfortable#take note#that's why you all shouldn't mention any shit in her lives or reinc lives#leave her alone
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El cielo arde sentado en el jardĂn de los atardeceres rojos bronceĂĄndome en los rayos de la luna y sus antojos apostando mi fortuna siempre al negro de sus ojos.
#Sharif#Rapsusklei#take note#otra vez#rap#quotes#areas#galiza#san xenxo#frases de rap#rap quotes#Nike roshes#â„ïž
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Someone: You don't appreciate [x character] or [x storyline] enough you are a disgrace to the fandom jesus christ fuck you
Me, calmly loving characters that I want to and overall having a pleasant and discourse-free fandom experience: honey shh
#take note#i'm tired of "you don't stan the EXACT same things i stan in the fandom therefore you're trash#like no..?#i'm just here not harming anyone?#enjoying my own portion of the fandom#staying out of discourse#please leave me be#les mis#shadowhunters#fandom#harry potter
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Summary: Neal gets a wake-up call that career criminals donât make great life partners, and his girlfriend reassures him.
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      Nealâs old friend Ryan (likely not his real name â but then, there was a lot Ryan âknewâ about Neal that wasnât real, either) was looking for a good authenticator for some job he was thinking of running. Neal passed on the offer when it subtly drifted his way with grace, saying modestly that it wasnât his expertise, but invited him to catch up if he was ever in the city all the same. Ryan decided to take him up on it. Know your friends well and your enemies better and all that, and if Neal ever chose to go into business against Ryan, they both knew who had the edge.
      Other than his bad habit of siphoning someoneâs investments into his own pockets, Ryan was a decent man. Gentlemanly, like Neal himself, and friendly for sure. He never ran his schemes out of malice, and never cared to raise his profits at the risk of someone getting hurt. He reasoned that financial harm was a lot different from physical danger, and although Neal wasnât so certain the line was that thick â homelessness tended to put one at risk â he appreciated the necessity of an arms-length view. It wasnât Ryan cocking the gun, so it wasnât Ryanâs responsibility what happened after he was gone.
      They met at a coffee shop about as far from federal plaza as Neal could get within his radius. They served amazing pastries, which Neal used as his reasoning, and covered up the light from his tracker with a piece of black electrical tape. Anyone who didnât already know about his deal didnât need to find out.
      Ryan bought the excuse and couldnât seem to put down his cranberry muffin. âYou were right,â he said, looking over at the counter and seeming to consider whether or not he wanted another. âThis is amazing.â
      Neal personally preferred the lemon loaf, and he ate his way through his own treat slower. âItâs the best in the neighborhood,â he reiterated mildly, popping a cool piece of fluffy, light yellow bread in his mouth and savoring the taste on his tongue. âMy girlfriend loves their cinnamon rolls.â
      âGirlfriend?â Ryan wiggled his eyebrows at Neal lasciviously. Neal forced a little laugh to indulge the teasing. âInteresting. How long?â
      âWe had our year-long anniversary a few months ago.â Neal smiled more genuinely as he remembered your cheerful, lighthearted date. Youâd surprised each other with gifts you had denied planning, then spent most of the evening strolling in Central Park before going home together.
      Ryan whistled and polished off the last of his muffin, folding up the wrapper and setting it on top of his napkin. âA year. Caffreyâs monogamous.â He shook his head and Neal rolled his eyes. âSince when did you decide to settle?â
      âIt doesnât feel like settling when you have the right person.â Nealâs earnest response even caught himself by surprise. He was beginning to understand how Peter and Elizabeth had managed to stay invigorated and excited in their relationship rather than feeling stagnant after ten years of marriage. âI thought you knew that. How is Monica?â
      Not her real name, Neal was sure â Ryan had hesitated too long before sharing. Theyâd been together for three years when the conmen first crossed paths in Las Vegas.
      âGod knows,â Ryan grumbled. Neal arched an eyebrow and he explained, âShe left me. Fine by me,â he quickly added, âI donât have to keep pretending I like her scrappy dog.â
      âIâm sorry,â Neal said, genuinely empathetic. Most of his contactsâ partners were either in the business themselves, or completely oblivious to what their lovers were up to. Monica had been one of the rare exceptions he knew of, and Ryan had been really happy to strike compromises to keep his lifestyle and the woman he had been over the moon for.
      âThis life⊠itâs not something you can share with your friends at the PTA, man. I guess she wanted something more predictable.â The blond said âpredictableâ with the same face that Neal made whenever he ended up drinking Peterâs cheap beer.
      After spending so long together, Neal would have assumed Monica knew and could handle the reality of being involved with men like themselves, but evidently not. It made him shift in his chair as he thought about you. He thought you were happy with him now, but it was only a matter of time before something from his past would come back to slap him in the face, and if you werenât on board with that then no one would blame you for leaving him, an ex-con with a list of alleged crimes a mile long.
      Neal couldnât imagine losing you to something he couldnât change. Being a criminal had been a blast, until it got him in Sing Sing with Adlerâs target on his and Kateâs backs. Now he wanted to be a better â or at least a safer â man. None of that could take away that he was firmly entrenched in the criminal underworld, and whether he went back to his old habits or followed Peterâs wishes and stayed on the ârightâ side, there were ramifications.
      Ryan snorted. âWhat are we, eight? Enough about girls.â
      The conversation moved away from their personal lives, which was just as well â Neal liked keeping his private. They discussed the hypotheticals of Ryanâs upcoming âeventâ and Neal tried to subtly discourage him from putting it into motion in New York, but if his old friend insisted, then it would probably show up on the artistâs desk in the bureau and Ryan would be reminded of one of the most important rules of conmen â donât ever fully trust anyone.
~~~ Take Note ~~~
      As he laid in bed at three in the morning, very conscious of your presence on the bed, Neal struggled to think of anyone in his network who had a long-term partner that stayed. He didnât want to admit it to himself, but June and Byron had been the exception, not the rule.
      The thief turned his head to look at you, sleeping soundly in his arms, and kissed your forehead tenderly, leaving his lips pressed against your skin. Your hair smelled like his mellow, fruit-scented shampoo and the weight of your head on his bicep was a familiar and comforting sensation. You had more or less moved in, and Neal fell asleep faster with you than without you.
      It wasnât as if Neal was the poster child for healthy relationships. Kate fell in love with him while he was pretending to be a completely different man, and Sara spent their brief fling continually teasing-but-not-really about stolen art. Amis-amants, she had agreed to call them. Friends. Not partners, friends. The only other woman who stood out in his history of flirtation and serial monogamy was Alex, and whatever they had been, they certainly were never really partners.
      The proof was right there, as clear as day in his head, that conmen and thieves didnât get to have long-term partners. Mozzie had been single since long before Neal met him, Monica left Ryan, and he knew no one in the game who wore a wedding ring. Relationships ended before they got that far, even for those who were far better at being partners than Neal.
      Against those conclusions, though, Neal set you â his lover, his best friend, and his partner. You liked calling Neal your partner. It was how you introduced him. You said that the boyfriend label didnât quite cover it anymore. Hearing your voice happily declare his importance to you â âthis is my partner, Nealâ â made him smile involuntarily while a thread of possessive pride made his heart flutter.
      He tightened his arms gently around you to comfort himself. He was a conman with a subpar romantic resumĂ©, but you were still here, you were happy. Youâd told him that you loved him and given him a goodnight kiss only hours ago. Neal just⊠he needed to talk to you. He needed to know you understood what his past meant for your future together, and he needed to know that you were still looking forward to that future.
~~~ Take Note ~~~
      Neal wanted nothing more than to have an honest, candid discussion with you about his concerns, but even though his brain kept telling him that yes, it really was that easy, everything else in him screamed against it. Admitting he was concerned meant showing you a vulnerability. He didnât think you would see a weak spot and attack, but some stupid part of his ego scolded him that you didnât want a weak partner.
      The words finally found a way out on a Saturday evening while you were sitting in a hot bath, the water so warm that your skin was pinking a little. When you had extra time and not a lot of energy, this was what you did together after showering. You sat between Nealâs thighs and leaned back against his chest while he set his chin on top of your stringy, damp hair and held his arms around your waist. The fact that you were facing away from him made it less scary to talk about feelings that made him feel less secure.
      âY/N,â he said, slowly drawing his thumb across your stomach, âIf you werenât happy, would you tell me and give us a chance to fix it?â
      âOf course,â you replied almost instantly, shifting your head with surprise. âThatâs how relationship-ing works, Neal.â
      Not in my experience, he didnât say. He knew his experiences werenât the norm. When Alex wasnât happy, she disappeared for a few months to who knew where. When it was Sara, they broke up without hardly trying.
      âI donât have the best track record with these things,â Neal confessed with a bit of embarrassment. He was officially in his thirties and he was only now in his first solid relationship. âY/N, you â youâre the first one Iâve really â in the real world. No pretenses, no ulterior motives from either of us.â
      âI know,â you said. He couldnât see your face, but you sounded like you were smiling, and you nuzzled your head against his neck. âAnd thatâs okay. Youâre trying. Weâre trying together, because weâre a team. Thatâs the important thing.â
      Neal bowed his head, pressing his cheek to the side of yours and shutting his eyes. He paid attention to your body against his, smaller but strong. He felt so at home, and he didnât feel any need to try reading between your words. You said what you meant, and he didnât feel the urge to analyze you. It was such a nice, relaxing little haven to have a home where he could let his guard down and feel totally safe.
      âIs there something in particular youâre worried about?â You asked when he didnât respond, your tone worried now but still diplomatic. âOr anything you want to talk about?â
      He sighed and laid his lips against your temple for a second before he briefly explained that he had met an old acquaintance for coffee. He phrased it delicately so that you would know exactly what kind of acquaintance it was and didnât ask too many uncomfortable questions. Neal relayed how this seemingly perfect couple had been devotedly in love for several years, then the civilian had finally decided she couldnât handle her partner being in the criminal lifestyle and left.
      âIâll admit, itâs a little awkward when my friends and family ask about you,â you admitted when he was done. âI usually mislead them, actually. Thereâs so much context and very few people are willing to really listen to it after they hear âex-conâ. Even my best friends think youâre a voluntary consultant.â
      Neal had never really thought about what your friends were told before, but that made him wince. This didnât sound like a very good answer.
      âBut,â you said with emphasis, gently squeezing his hands under the water. âTheir knowledge and opinions arenât the most important. Mine are. I donât condone the choices youâve made in the past, and I donât think Peter was wrong to arrest you.â Your voice was apologetic but firm. Neal thought that was probably fair. âHowever, Iâve gotten to know you very well, I think, and thereâs a lot more to you than a runaway with an eye for shiny things and a knack for planning around security cameras. Especially since prison,â you added, your last sentence softer.
      âYou know that someone from my past came and took Elizabeth. Kidnapped her,â Neal explicitly rephrased.
      âYeah,â you said with a shrug. âThat happens. Bad people do bad things. Maybe being with you makes me more likely to be a target for those bad things, but thatâs my choice. I love you, and I think youâre worth that risk. I admire the man youâve grown into. Besides, we both know Iâm not a hapless victim.â
      âIf you were upset about something with⊠that part of my life,â Neal slowly said, tactfully avoiding any red flag words. âI wouldnât want you to assume I canât change.â
      âI know you can change,â you replied matter-of-factly with pride. âJames Bonds wouldnât have confessed to major crimes to feds for the possibility of having a stable life with friends and a nine-to-five. You did, not that long ago. It was risky and arguably stupid as hell, but it paid off.â You hummed with your head tilted slightly. âMaybe people donât really change,â you amended, âBut they do mature.â
      Neal pursed his lips, unsure he liked that word. âYou think Iâve matured.â
      âI know you have. You canât live through the things youâve endured without maturing. No one can.â
      âFor the better?â
      You stretched your neck and kissed his cheek. âAbsolutely. I understand your concerns, love, and I promise if it becomes a problem, Iâll tell you, weâll work on it. For the time being, Iâm okay with the arrangement we have. I promise.â
~~~ Take Note ~~~
      Neal woke up on a Monday morning on his own, a few minutes before his alarm was set to ring. He looked up at the ceiling, luxuriating in the soft sheets underneath his bare back and the mold of his soft pillow around his head. After a moment, he rolled to his side and turned off the alarm function before it unnecessarily blared and found a light blue post-it note stuck on the edge of the table. He peeled it up and read your handwriting, telling him you had to leave early, but loved him very much and hoped he had a good day.
      He touched your side of the bed with a smile on his face. The linens were cool, but not as cold as the rest of the bed. Youâd been gone a while. He sighed, content, and stretched out like a starfish before getting out of bed to put on some coffee.
      The artist ambled to the kitchen in his pajama bottoms, his bare feet padding across chilled hardwood flooring. He checked for the green light on the dishwasher before pulling out the coffee pot and setting it underneath the coffeemaker. After adding filtered water, he reached into the cabinet over the counter for his favorite bag of European coffee grounds and pulled it down with an additional crinkling of paper.
      There was another post-it stuck to his coffee, with a winking face drawn on it in sharpie underneath another little note. I love the taste of coffee on your lips when we kiss. â Your Y/N.
      He quietly chuckled and decided to leave the note on the coffee bag. It would make him smile tomorrow morning, too.
      While the coffee brewed, he went about his normal routine, taking a quick trip to the bathroom to rinse with minty mouthwash and brush his teeth, comb the tangles out of his short hair, and shave the stubble off of his jaw. Slapped onto the side of the mirror at a little below his eye level was another note in pale yellow.
      Check out your eyes in the mirror, gorgeous, because I love your beautiful eyes and how much affection they hold when you look at me. â Your Y/N.
      He couldnât stop smiling, which was somewhat problematic when trying to shave.
      Neal went back out to the kitchen and poured a mug of coffee, adding a bit of creamer in to help it cool down faster and to take the edge off of the bitter flavor. As he stirred it in with a little red mixer, he walked to his dresser to pull out clothes for the day.
      A flash of pink against navy blue caught his eye and he moved his clothes to the side until he reached his pinstriped suit with the dark vest you liked so much. He chuckled before reading the note, already knowing what you were oh-so-subtly hinting at, and lifted the suit out of the closet while peeling up the post-it.
      Youâre so handsome that sometimes I almost get jealous of myself for getting to have you. â Your Y/N.
      The rest of his routine was peppered with notes that must have taken you a while to write and place where you knew he would find them. He finished his coffee and had breakfast, finding a couple of notes in other places in the kitchen. Then, after his shower, he found a smaller post-it pressed to his favorite cologne. There was another tucked into his wallet which he found when he double-checked that he had his ID and enough cash for lunch.
      The notes ranged from that playfully sweet comment on his looks to tender, meaningful reminders of precious moments you had shared together. The one in his wallet encouraged him to do good at work today, because âyou help people because you have such a kind heart.â They were all signed âyour Y/N,â promising him with every single note that you werenât going anywhere.
~~~ Take Note ~~~
      You came home late that night after seeing a new movie with a friend of yours. You normally went to the cinema with Neal, but he wasnât super into action-packed movies with explosives and guns, so he passed on it. By the time you came back, Neal had found more post-its in innocuous places, like tucked into the pages of the book he was reading, stuck on the bottom of the television remote, slapped onto the wall above the washing machine, and more.
      Nealâs heart kept fluttering and he felt like it was your first or second date all over again. Each note had come from your heart, warm and genuine. You said that you admired his clever brain and his curiosity, his thirst to learn (with another note on one of his atlases that it was sexy when he spoke to you in other languages).
      You said, in no uncertain terms, that whatever he may have done in the past, you were far more impressed by his peaceful soul and his willingness to protect those who needed it. (As he read that note, Lindsay Gless came to mind.) You had never felt safer than when you were in his arms.
      Another yellow post-it told him that he had earned your trust. This note was longer than the others, because it acknowledged that others had erroneously believed the same in the past, but you explained in carefully-chosen words that you loved him, and you were willing to take that risk on behalf of the good man, deserving of love and trust and partnership, that you honestly believed him to be.
      âLove, Iâm home,â you cheerfully called, taking off your shoes and dropping them by the door.
      Neal stood up from the couch and wrapped you up in his arms while you instantly relaxed against his chest. He rubbed a hand over your back and kissed the top of your head before he felt your hands at his cheeks, and he happily let you move his head so you could press several kisses to his lips.
      âI love you, my Y/N,â he said, slipping his fingers through yours and gently keeping your smaller hand against his face. âAre you the more romantic one now?â He teased a little. You used to rib him for being such a romantic, but he couldnât help that he liked to be sweet.
      Your smile was innocent, but your eyes were not. âI have no idea what you mean,â you lied plainly, but you gave him another, deeper kiss. âBut if being romantic means being totally crazy about you, then oops. You caught me.â
~~~ Take Note ~~~
      A few hours later, you came back from the bathroom to find Neal getting dressed for bed and a lime green post-it note stuck on the screen of your phone. You stole a glance at your boyfriendâs back with a smile playing across your lips, but he was focused â or at least pretending to be â on combing the product out of his hair.
      You picked up your phone and after reading the note, you decided to leave it on, at least until the morning.
      I swear that Iâll spend the rest of our lives together proving to you that I am worthy of your trust, your time, and your love. I love you so, so much. â Your Neal.
#white collar#white collar x reader#neal caffrey#neal caffrey x reader#take note#oneshot#requested#lawmen-and-conmen#white-collar-lawmen-and-conmen#fluff#cute#post-it notes#romance#love#support#trust#hugs#hot baths#cuddling#reader#reader-insert#probably the most disgustingly sweet thing I've ever written#I want a Neal Caffrey#where can I get one
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Giving subtle hints to the future Star Trek writers like
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If Jotun Loki doesnât appear in at least one episode Iâll riot
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I am going to take my sons Caleb Widogast and Caduceus Clay AWAY from their PLAYERS and their DM and tuck them into BED with a KISS on the FOREHEAD, and itâs what Mollymauk Tealeaf wouldâve WANTED
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just realized crosshair puts his hand on the side of his head where his chip is after getting kicked against the tree by kanan. which means kanan probably accidentally caused the chip's influence to get stronger. pain.
#this is what happens when you rewatch the pilot for the 50th time#take note#this is not a thing i wanted to realize#i mean like he did it to himself#wouldnt have gotten kicked into a tree if he wasnt trying to shoot him#but still#poor baby#he cant help it#tbb spoilers#the bad batch#crosshair#crosshair tbb#tbb crosshair#the bad batch crosshair#the bad batch spoilers#tbb#star wars the bad batch#star wars tbb
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