#How to spy on my husbands phone without him knowing

[shuenkio]

𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 🎞️

Paring: Enha X male!reader

Genre: fictional.

Cw: obsession behavior, swearing (likely similar to yandere)

Summary: The richest boy's down bad for you so bad.

இLHS : He would be the mafia's son. Randomly saw you one day during his mission, grabbed his attention and wanted to get to know you more. Day by day, his obsession grows an unhealthy amount eventually until he wanna make you his without having no one to take you away from him. Despite being a male it is even better for him.

"Money, power, fame? I can give you everything even my body, just by being mine"

இPJS : He would be the gangster's son. However he didn't take the same path as his parents, instead he was the best chief in the country. He might look nice on the outside but he's also wild. You were one of the customers in his restaurant who visited regularly eventually he caught a feeling, but not you. He asks his parent worker to spy on you every day. Until.

"I can cook, I can clean but I can also be your husband too, my knife is sharp enough to cut someone if they're trying to steal you away from me! I fucking like you!"

இSJY : He would be the lawyer's son. He likes going out, to bars, girls, and clubs until his eyes lean on you, a poor new worker barista who working at his favorite bar. He immediately loves at first sight but in a naughty way. Not only he's stalking you, but he is already planned about how his life with you.

"Poor didn't suit you, married me you'll get everything you want darling, idc even if you have a dick"

இPSH : He would be the surgeon's son. Despite being his neighbors you often visit his house to give him company as his parents request. He is no longer feeling lonely and being loved by you, growing insanely jealous even when you're with your family more than him, yes. Until one day, he locks the door.

"There's no leaving until you take me as your boyfriend >:("

இKSN : He would be the psychologist's son. He might look lovely, kind, and cute but deep down he can also manipulate you. He has grown fond of you ever since you accidentally kissed his cheeks. He realized he was in love or more than love. Until one day he fools you by saying he was injured at his apartment, you rush to see him but when you step inside, he immediately locks the door and breaks the room access card into pieces.

"Give your BFF a hug, I missed you too much, my sarang(love)"

இYJW : He would be the 5-star Officer's son. The adorable face of him not only makes him look pitiful but also drives you to trust him. Fortunately, his planned work. You trust him too badly until he takes full advantage of you. You open your eyes to realize you're in his room.

"Scream it m/n my father is an officer, I could just use one trick on you, you're over but not unless you kiss me on my lip, now!"

இNSR : He would be the Data scientist's son. He likes a lot of things but he chooses to stick to his hobby for the time being, a photographer. Just a simple kindness from you during the heavy rain, you offered him an umbrella, His world turned pink unexpectedly. Ever since then his love for you grows dangerously until his room is full of your pictures.

"Pictures are not enough, I needed you to be here, my beautiful art"

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[morethanaloveinterest]

An Outta Sight Look at Victoria Vinciguerra's Costumes in the Man from U.N.C.L.E.

The fashion in this movie continues to be amazing. Let's dig into what our villainess is wearing and it tells us about her.

(check out my review of Gaby's costumes here)

We meet Victoria Vinciguerra at a party she is hosting, which Napoleon Solo crashes to get close to her. The majority of Victoria's wonderful costumes in this movie are black and white, with gold accents, but this one has by far the most gold - even her sandals have it!

As an introduction to our villain, it's perfect. In a story where everyone has facades, with double agents and all, wearing an animal print is very appropriate. Is it a zebra pattern or a tiger? Is she the prey of super spy Solo or is she actually hunting him? A+ costume choice for this scene, no notes.

This also sets her apart from Gaby, our female hero. Victoria is far more done up - more makeup, dripping in accessories, complex pattern, there is nothing simple here. She is a fabulously wealthy woman and she is flaunting it.

As we'll see with the rest of her costumes, she's also clearly the one wearing the pants in the plots. Yeah, her husband may have inherited the business but she is definitely the one in charge at every point. While still looking fabulous.

Female representation: 10/10 Fantastic villain outfit, especially for a spy movie. Definitely set apart from the way villainesses are usually portrayed

Practicality: 10/10  It's obviously perfect for that context but I'm sure she could take care of anything that came up without breaking a sweat (or tripping over anything).

Both ladies wear their pajamas in this movie, and they couldn't be more different. Victoria continues to be the height of fashion, looking just as put together and intentional as she does in anything else she wears in this film. The geometric pattern on her robe is very fashionable and reinforces her black-and-white costuming. A little more gray here, perhaps begging the question of if she has been taken in by our charming spies (she has not)

Female representation: 10/10 I'm going to go off of the movie instead of this particular picture, lovely as it is. In the film, she wears this in a darkened room while behind her desk, on the phone. We do see her leave to go change, dramatically slamming the doors, but nothing else. Which makes it still one of the best filmed nightgown scenes I've come across - she continues to be gorgeous without catering to the male gaze (this isn't how women in spy movies are usually filmed, you know?)

Practicality: 9/10 Not sure they'd be the most comfortable pajamas but they're great for spending time in one's boudoir.

I wanted to include more detail, but couldn't in the distance shot. This is what she wears after hearing that someone has been snooping around, and she immediately goes to the hotel to investigate Solo. Her makeup is a bit less obvious than at the party, but she certainly has a full face. She even had time to accessorize before heading out. Her shoes might be gold, which is delightful.

The vest is clearly made of scales (alligator seems most likely to have been fashionable at the time, but it could be a kind of snake). Whatever the source, it is very appropriate for the villain of the story as she goes to investigate our hero with intent to kill. Before getting up to something a bit more entertaining.

Female representation: 10/10 For a snake-themed outfit our villainous lady wears to take out the hero, this is quite understated. Very focused on her own sense of fashion rather than the male gaze

Practicality: 10/10 One of the more practical things she wears in this movie, perfect for going to murder and/or sleep with a spy

I gotta be honest here, I'm not sure when she wears this (is it a deleted scene?). It's clearly in the lab, no doubt getting an update on what our spies have discovered. It's the least dressed-up we see her, while she still keeps to her color scheme.

Female representation: 10/10 Villain gets a report from her captive scientist wearing this? Perfection

Practicality: 10/10 It certainly rivals the last one in practicality, though I can't be sure what the whole ensemble looks like.

Absolutely show-stopping, I love how the costumes step up a notch for the climax (as does everything else). The clearly divided black and white is perfect for the way this scene plays out. Is she fooled by Solo or fooling him? She's worn pants in basically all of her scenes (other than her nightgown), but this one is definitely my favorite.

Female representation: 10/10 Our female villain poisons our spy hero in this outfit? Perfection once again

Practicality: 10/10 Fantastic choice for revealing your plans and taking down your nemesis

She wears this coat and scarf over her previous costume, while out and about to cause mischief. It fits her color scheme and style, but now that we all know she is the villain, the white is just an accent while black has taken over.

Female representation: 10/10 Again, for being the black costume our villainess wears in the climax, I can't think of anything more lovely and empowering. She's definitely in charge here.

Practicality: 9/10 I am sure she has underlings to grab things for her, but I don't feel like she could move her arms very much - something I consider important in a coat. Still, it's gorgeous.

Her final costume in the film, when she is escaping on a fishing boat. Shockingly, she seems to have put on an outfit that isn't black and white, with even some blue! Presumably she was trying not to attract too much attention as she escaped on a simple fishing boat, but she is still incredibly stylish with proper accessories.

Female representation: 10/10 Again, female villain getting her comeuppance at the end, dressed very comfortably, you gotta love it

Practicality: 10/10 I can't see the whole thing, but Victoria always has the right outfit for the occasion, so I'm sure this is perfect for her current plot.

Want to hear more of my thoughts about female characters and fashion? Check out my other costume reviews or my YouTube channel (episode on Gaby out now!)

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 2x11

the liars spill to sullivan. it goes well, then it goes bad.

Spencer: "Well, unless you're Aria's mom. Just assume it's Spencer slutting it up!"

I love how annoyed Spencer is by this, fairly, why is she getting blamed for this when she's shooed off her own grown creepster

Emily =( She drives off without her phone, running herself to exhaustion in the woods before turning up to Sullivan's, where all her friends await her.

Does Hanna know Emily's phone passcode? Phones did have passcodes in 2010, right? Why can't I remember this I literally had a cellphone then....

Emily: "I can't keep asking my friends to take care of me."

Emily, when! When have you asked your friends to take care of you! It would be nice if you did!

I am sure I will bring this up in later seasons too but sometimes Emily concerns me the most of the Liars because it's like. Spencer and Hanna have self-destruction modes that are loud even when they're trying not to be, and while Aria's priorities are whack to me I do generally believe she'll look out for herself and what she specifically wants

But Emily...oh boy...

Ella & Byron have an whisper-argument in the kitchen about Mike going on medication and they are so annoying. Why can't they ever have normal conversations instead of immediately arguing, and why does Ella bring Aria into this argument too

"Can you move your stick? There are people trying to get past you" Emily's turn to be so bad about the blind girl!

Do enjoy Jenna going lol convenient for the school to care about bullying now that Ali's dead

Hanna initially refuses the offer of vodka from Kate

I enjoy Emily and Ashley having this conversation about regrets and exes in this dimly lit kitchen that made my friends question the placement of the microwave

Is there a bit of an Ashley/Emily vibe here? Maybe so, I'm down with it

Ashley Marin's power is that I do not judge her at all for sharing her feelings on her ex-husband with the teenager staying in her house, even as I constantly judge the Montgomerys for how they treat Aria

Montgomery family dynamics are fucked btw, what do you mean Ella can't trust Byron with the info that Mike pushed her

Emily says "I've done that more than once" when Ashley talks about making up the other side of the conversation when the person isn't there, and she picks up her phone to text someone

Maya! They really re-introduce her out of nowhere, like is this the first time Emily reached out since that danceathon phone call and Maya's like uh yeah I'm back and was willing to drive 45 minutes to meet Emily that night

Also, is Emily having second dinner for this?

Rosewood PD fucking suck, Sullivan gets no help from them at all.

Spencer and Toby are making out in his truck right outside Jason's house, and Spencer is like who the fuck is in there

Surprise, it's dad! Peter Hastings is here to throw a gigantic temper tantrum and good job Toby on buttoning up your shirt really fast to not enrage him further

The whole time this scene happened all I could think about was that Peter Hastings' actor voices Nathan Drakes skldfjslkdf. It's the tantrum voice that made me think of that probably

Maya making jokes about Pam spying on their dinner is totally fair given Pam got her sent off to wilderness camp

Maya is allergic to seafood per S1 why did they give her a line about calamari. Or is it supposed to be the point that she's here for Emily and not the calamari. That's giving the writers too much credit I think

Aria trying to be a good older sister to poor Mike, who's going through it.

Enjoy the writers deciding to include Grandma Marin in a flashback since they have the actress this episode

Spencer is clearly charmed by her

Grandma Marin saying "I don't own anyone. There was a war about that. Read a book" is an insane response to Ali asking her if she'd disown one of her kids

Spencer will not get any answers from her father tonight, but does she ever?

Aria is so tired of keeping secrets within this family huh

omg I forgot about the two bottles - one water, one vodka - reveal, and that Grandma Marin figures it out

Not Paige catching strays when Emily catches Maya up on what she's been up to 😭. I would not normally think of this as mean of the show because the show takes shots at everyone, but because fandom is terrible about Paige and always wants her to die for the head dunk, I do think of it as mean :/

I would enjoy seeing Maya interact with Paige or Samara though, that'd be fun

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

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Chapter 50 - Derailed. Episode 2.

-------Evan's point of view-------

Evan: I reached my hand down in my pocket as my phone vibrated. I had forgotten I even had it on me. One message from Lily on Facebook. 'Heads up! A has 7 new pictures of him, V and the child. Also, new picture of Marius on M's profile. He build a snowman' I frowned. About a week ago, I had asked her to keep an eye on those two profiles. I was getting tired at looking them up, but at the same time I still need to know what goes on, in order to prevent our world from coming down if Andy decides to spy on A the wrong day. Or Congo decides to pay M's a visit, for that matter. I frowned again. And then I noticed. I was jealous… of Marius! My cheeks blushed. I shook my head and quickly went to M's profile. I would deal with that one first, as it was the easiest one. Yes, a new picture of M and her husband. We have kinda similar nose. Never noticed that before? Hm? And yes… a picture of Marius, two guys, one of them obviously a vamp, based on that dead skin tone. Hm. Maybe someone A has hooked him up with? He had changed so much the past year, even his hair had gotten longer and darker. But it was without a doubt him. His soul was shining through. I sighed deep as I felt the jealousy again. I would hate for Congo to see this, and get sad. Because he still had feelings for the little one. I had come to a place in our relationship where I felt uncomfortable if he loved anyone but me… well anyone but Andy and me. And Daniel. Moving on to A's profile. First picture… A smiling at the camera? With his arms on V's shoulders. V placed a hand on top of one of A's. Yeah, Andy would not like this one. Specially since someone I can only imagine is A's ex wife, the vampire also is in the pic. Building a snowman with A's new daughter. Then one more picture with focus on the child and the woman, A and V in the back chatting. One of A hugging the child. One of V and the child playing. One of A goofing with the kid, V goofing with the woman. And lastly a romantic pic with A and V alone. That one would sting. I sighed softly and returned to Lily's message. 'Thanks for the heads up. Kinda lost my appetite. Signing off.' I sighed yet again, and slipped my phone back in my pocket.

Congo: Are you okay? he planted a tiny kiss on my cheek bone

Evan: Yeah I smiled softly I just kinda don't have an appetite.

Congo: Well, those potatoes does look a bit dry? He smiled softly How about a bit more sauce to make them glide down better? Hm? He smiled warmly and handed me the sauce with a hopeful look in his eyes

Evan: I couldn't say no. I knew how it worried him when I didn't eat. It probably reminded him of back when Andy used to skip meals and refuse to eat. So I smiled softly and took two big spoon fulls, covering my potatoes and meat It's the red wine sauce? Right? I smiled softly as I nodded at the others around the table It looks like that's the one most is having?

Congo: He nodded softly Yes… it's very delicious. Only Andy, Gaby and Akin aren't eating of it, as far as I can see. He reached it slowly towards Gaby It's really good Gaby, have you tried?

Gaby: She nodded softly Yes, I did, thank you, I made it after all she winked and chuckled softly

Congo: Akin, how about you? Would you like some?

Akin: Smiled politely No thank you, I have plenty of the other sauce. I thought it was a shame no one paid it any attention. As he said so he nodded towards Andy

Evan: Yeah, I got that little hint

Congo: Anyone else needing sauce?

Lenny: Oh yes please! He quickly grabbed the bowl and started almost pouring sauce on his plate eagerly

Evan: I chuckled softly I have never seen anyone being so enthusiastic about sauce before. Not even Daniel! So I quickly scooped a half potato up on my fork and bit it. Yes, okay, admitted. This sauce was amazing!*

-------Congo's point of view---------

Congo: I was very happy to observe Evan getting some food down. And he seemed to like it a lot. Gaby and Lenny were both amazing cooks, and it seemed like Akin knew his way around a kitchen too. So it wasn't much of a wonder the dinner was delicious Andy… that sauce has alcohol…. maybe you should eat the other one sweetheart? My voice was warm and suggesting as I noticed he had been munching the red wine sauce

Andy: So I'm not allowed to get some solid dick, and I'm not allowed to the red wine sauce either? There's not enough in here to even feel the alcohol, it's just for the taste. He sighed deep, shook his head and scooped more food up on his fork, making sure he got extra amount of sauce in the process

Congo: Andy, please.

Andy: Glared at me as he stuck the fork in his mouth Mmmmm

Gaby: Congo, it would be okay just this once.

Akin: Gaby… he hardly needs it. Quite the opposite.

Congo: I sighed as Andy took another glaring bite It's up to the doctor I guess? I looked at Akin with pleading eyes

Akin: He sighed softly and looked at Andy with firm eyes Andy, I think it's best you don't eat more.

Andy: Looked at both of us with and upset pout FINE! And there his knife and fork went crashing down on the plate, creating a lot of noise as he let go of them and left the table to go sulk on the couch

Daniel: Looked at me a bit surprised as he dried sauce stains off his cheek

Congo: I sighed softly and looked at all of them I apologize. His hormones are a little

Andy: UNFUCKED! That's what they are!!!

Congo: I smiled apologizing at everyone, and got up, quickly walking to Daniel, grabbing his chin, and leaning his head backwards a bit, so I could get to dap the rest of the sauce off with my napkin There you go. I smiled warmly at him and padded his shoulder Are you okay?

Daniel: Yeh? Why?

Congo: I don't know? It seems like you're blushing? I chuckled softly

Daniel: Uhh it's… uhh… a bit warm in here… he nodded under the table and moved a bit on his chair so I could get to see a bulge in his pants. Was he? Oh yes… he was hard.

Congo: I cleared my voice as I felt something stir in my own pants Right. I quickly made it back to my chair, sipping the wine quickly to cool down, and in the process I caught Gaby's eyes. She looked somewhat amused? About 15 minutes later we were all done eating, the table had been cleared, and Irish coffee had been put on the table, alongside beers, and other alcohols. Robert had just opened a brandy and was cheering with Lenny. They had both gained quite a color in their cheeks. Gaby had just put a record on, so the music was flowing through the living room. Akin was lighting a fire in the fire place, and Andy was still sulking on the couch, playing with his phone. Evan and Daniel was lost in a conversation about bikes, but seemed to get more and more distracted, as their eyes kept getting caught on Andy. George had just poured some Irish coffee for both of us and asked me to join him at a game of poker.

Daniel: Ey! Let's make that strip poker!

Congo: I chuckled warmly I thought you were having a conversation with Evan?

Daniel: Was, is a good word Congo he winked at me and made his way around the table

Congo: Halfway through our game of strip poker, George was 1 shirt down, and now it looked like I was one down as well, as Daniel just beat me

Daniel: BOOYA!! That was fucking hard man!

Andy: Grunted from his place in the couch Yeah, that's not the only thing fucking hard here! And I would also like to be fucked hard, if anyone should be interested!

Akin: He smiled at me softly Any takers?

Congo: I sighed softly and looked pleading at Daniel, hoping he would somehow lend a helping hand

Daniel: Don't look at me…

Akin: Guys… this pregnancy might as well end up taking full 9 months. Are you prepared to neglect him for that long?

Congo: He did have a point

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such as mSpy might be the best answer to "how to spy on my husband's cell phone without touching it." You have to try it out if there is even a hint of suspicion that your husband is involved in something that you're unaware of. Following the methods above, you can rely on helpful services like mSpy to find out the truth. It’s time to stop feeling sorry or helpless for yourself: you deserve the answers.

[punidrag0n]

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depressing rant time! so, i'm good now, but i need to get some things off my chest. i'll go into the details i need to get into.

i got a message recently from my "brother," but it was obviously my mom. or at the very least, it was encouraged by my mom; i know how she operates — she used to force this brother of mine to go outside and cry in the middle of the street as his father drove off for the week. she used to log onto my facebook account and pretend to be me to talk to her husband at the time. like i said, i know what she's capable of doing.

she also drove to where she heard another brother of mine works to scream at him in public, in front of his coworkers. the "terrible" thing he did? cut her off. she also begs for my number and leaves voicemails on other people's phones, knowing it'd get back to me. but man, if i'm being honest... i wish no one would talk to me about her. you see, something important to note is she kicked me out at nineteen and i completely cut her off on my twenty-first birthday. i'm twenty-eight now.

i get weird messages sometimes thst i don't usually see til way later, if at all. one day, i had a sneaking suspicion that my facebook was being stalked. i can't explain it. i didn't have my mom on that account, but i *did* have some of our family members on there. so i deleted that facebook. almost immediately afterwards, my boyfriend got a message from my mom. he thankfully deleted it without even checking it.

then i'd get messages from family members or family friends whom i didn't even have added. "you need to talk to your mom." i'd always instantly block.

a few months ago, i discovered she even made a new pinterest and tried messaging me on there. i didn't see it til it was almost a full year though.

now, i won't get into everything she's done to us. partly because it's not important, but also because i've accepted that she doesn't love us. i'm not even saying this from a place of defeat, i'm actually fine. i love my life without her.

but something she does is talk about my pokemon cards. this sounds small, but i had a binder full of them and they were really organized. one day, her then-husband got banished to the basement. he was mad at me, so he hid my stuff. now, my brothers have supposedly "found them" and damn, everybody sure wants me to know. i hear about voicemails, i get messages about them.

the hurtful thing is, i feel like no one cared how much those cards meant to me growing up. and now they're being used as some kind of weapon. yeah, the recent message i got on facebook was about these cards. i know they're probably torn up right now. i know everything i've ever loved is easily disrespected by my family members. i know my youngest brothers are being trained to be manipulative, just as i was.

i can't let these stupid messages bother me. i can't contact anyone to tell them to give me my cards back. i just gotta remind myself that i love myself enough for everyone.

lyrics from taylor's recent album that remind me of my relationship with my mom:

"were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

were you writing a book? were you a sleeper cell spy?

in fifty years, will all this be declassified?

and you'll confess why you did it

and i'll say, "good riddance"

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i would've died for your sins

instead, i just died inside

and you deserve prison, but you won't get time"

[eunicemiddleton421]

How to catch my husband cheating on his phone

Discovering infidelity in a relationship can be devastating. Suspicion can arise from changes in behavior, especially when it comes to phone usage. In this article, we'll explore signs of a cheating husband and effective methods to catch him in the act.

Signs of a Cheating Husband

Sudden Secrecy with Phone

One of the most telling signs of infidelity is a sudden increase in secrecy surrounding the husband's phone. If he used to leave his phone lying around but now keeps it on him at all times, it could be a red flag.

Increased Phone Privacy

Does your husband suddenly have a password on his phone when he didn't before? Or perhaps he's clearing his browsing history more frequently. These behaviors suggest he might be hiding something.

Methods to Catch Him Cheating

Monitor Text Messages

Keep an eye on his text messages. Look for suspicious conversations or an increase in communication with certain contacts.

Check Call Logs

Reviewing call logs can also provide insight. Are there frequent calls to unknown numbers or calls at odd hours?

Track Location

Tracking his location through GPS can reveal discrepancies between where he says he is and where he actually is.

Monitor Social Media

Social media can be a breeding ground for infidelity. Pay attention to his interactions and any suspicious activity.

Using Spy Apps

How Spy Apps Work

Spy apps offer a discreet way to monitor your husband's phone activity. They can track calls, messages, social media, and more without him knowing.

Popular Spy Apps

Some popular spy apps include mSpy, FlexiSPY, and Hoverwatch. Each offers different features and levels of monitoring.

Confrontation or Seek Help?

Once you have evidence of his infidelity, you must decide how to proceed. Confrontation can be difficult but may be necessary for closure. Alternatively, seeking help from a therapist or counselor can provide support during this challenging time.

Protecting Yourself Emotionally

Discovering a partner's infidelity can take a toll on your emotional well-being. It's essential to prioritize self-care and surround yourself with supportive friends and family.

Conclusion

Discovering your husband's infidelity through his phone can be heartbreaking, but knowing the signs and utilizing effective methods can help you uncover the truth. Remember to prioritize your emotional well-being throughout the process.

FAQs

1. Can I legally monitor my husband's phone?

The legality of monitoring your husband's phone varies by location. It's essential to research the laws in your area before proceeding.

2. What if I find out my husband is cheating?

If you discover evidence of infidelity, it's crucial to prioritize your emotional health. Consider seeking support from a therapist or counselor.

3. Should I confront my husband if I suspect he's cheating?

Confrontation is a personal decision and should be approached with caution. Consider seeking advice from a trusted friend or professional before confronting him.

4. Are spy apps ethical?

The use of spy apps raises ethical questions about privacy. It's essential to consider the potential consequences and legality before using them.

5. How can I rebuild trust after infidelity?

Rebuilding trust after infidelity takes time and effort from both parties. Communication, transparency, and counseling can help facilitate the healing process.

[gattmammon]

I dont think "effete" is quite the word they were looking for there (it means "effeminate") but I do agree with the general spirit of the comment because holy shit.

Start of the article: "Still, how could I have been such easy prey? Scam victims tend to be single, lonely, and economically insecure with low financial literacy. I am none of those things. I’m closer to the opposite."

Fuck you, lady. "Scam victims tend to be poor stupid lonely losers. I'm not going to slow down even for a sec to wonder at how often those things correlate with each other because i am none of those things". Also cannot source a claim to save her life. How is she a journalist.

And at the end she talks about her data being sold on the dark Web... and then immediately says "but my child's name is on my Instagram anyway". And then calls all of his family's rich friends so she can get reassured that she is actually super smart and this could've happened to anyone really!!!! They used super special interrogation tecniques on her!!! Girl you have learned NOTHING.

I can guarantee you that those 50,000 that she claims to have earned with the sweat of her brow (and a "small inheritance" - which I'm pretty sure is like 90% of it) in actuality are like a drop in the sea of her finances. If they were as key to her survival as she claims she would have fought MUCH HARDER before handing them over. The person who does her taxes tells her it's deductible even!!!! (Why aren't we receiving financial advice from THEM?)

I also find it VERY weird that she didn't talk to her husband. Ok about the phone calls being under surveillance but the man comes home at a point and she just ignores him to go play spy. Like. Isn't he involved in your finances? If you're a suspect of a crime so huge wouldn't he also be affected? If you're going to have to change social security numbers and accounts and everything and possibly lose your job and he might have to "float" both you and YOUR CHILD etc he deserves an heads up at least. And what about HIS job? If he handles a charity being involved in a money laundering case might end his career. Like am I weird? That would be pretty close to the top of my worries.

The more I think about this the more this whole thing only makes sense if she is like. So absurdly rich that losing 50k and not working for a year would have like zero impact on her lifestyle.

I am trying not to be too harsh. I recognize the instinct of wanting to handle everything on your own without being a burden and I know that the way they kept her on the phone is a technique to make sure she doesn't talk to others. It is def true that everyone can fall for a scam. I have (for much less money but like. I HAVE much less money). But girl, 50k cash money in a shoebox? Come on.

what is going on at NY magazine

[the-heaminator]

OKAY so Ivan and Arthur get in a pretty bad fight about something to do with their kids. Not sure what but Art comes to the "I need to leave and calm down before I say something I regret" but he doesn't tell Ivan that he just tells Ivan "I'm going for a walk" and leaves the house.

hours go by, it starts to get dark Arthur isn't back and he's not picking up his phone. Ivan ends up next door freaking out asking Heinrich if he's seen Arthur, Can you try calling him, he won't pick up calls from me, can you try to help me find him, can you at least keep an eye out. Arthur picks up a call from Heinrich and is kind of like "oh yeah i'm at-" not knowing he's calling for Ivan. Heinrich convinces Ivan to go back home and I'll find him, he sends Gilbert and Ludwig over so Ivan can watch all the kids and he heads out to get Arthur so Ivan will stop freaking out.

He finds arthur right where he said he would be at some hole in the wall restaurant brooding over a cup of coffee at 9 pm. Heinrich sits down across from him without even saying hello "your husband is freaking out" "So he sent you to find me?" "I volunteered"

anyway, Art ends up spilling his guts about not knowing if he's that good of a dad, and about how he's sure his four kids deserve so much better than him and blah blah blah. Heinrich does the same more or less, tells him "i had three kids, two daughters and a son and I'm not sure I raised them right. I'm not sure i'm raising Gilbert and Ludwig right. But we do our best, and we learn from mistakes" Arthur listens to it then continues right on with his pity party. Heinrich cuts him off with; a new peice of Old Neighbor Next Door Lore.

"I had a son with a girlfriend when I was young, we decided we weren't ready to be parents and put him up for adoption. If he was adopted by a couple who loved him half as much as you and Ivan love your children I'm happy"

Arthur gets past his pity party and in a moment of weakness asks; "How old is your son? The one you put up for adoption" and it turns out same age as Arthur... turns out they have the same birthday too... coincidence really. Arthur wasn't adopted.

Anyway, Heinrich gets him home he and ivan have their reconciliation arc, and then a few weeks later Arthur remembers what Heinrich says starts to think too hard about it and is pacing the bedroom telling Ivan about how he needs to ask his parents if he was adopted without his parents knowing he's alive. And Ivan is just??? "you're not adopted your biological parents would be on your birth certificate" and Art is just?? "I've never seen my birth certificate, and I don't have it when I ran away I left it" "You've never seen your birth certificate?" "No?" "Your parents never showed it to you?" "No?" "..."

eventually Arthur secures a copy of his birth certificate and promptly has his entire world dismantled and put back together when seeing his biological parents not listed as "Angus & Fiona Kirkland" but his father listed as one "Heinrich Beilschmidt" and his mother as a women he'd never even heard of.

idk where it goes after that yet but uhhhhh drama ty

*inhale*

THEO

MY MAN YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS..I'm too deep into this corner of the spy au BUT HOLY SHIT I WOULDNLOVE THAT

THE DRAMA. THE EXTRA. THE VIBES OF IT ALL.

AUGHAGSUAHSHSHAUSBUSUABSHEHSHEYDHSUDBJSJDJD NO THIUGHTS ONLY SCREAM

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the right partner

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Summary: You had no intentions of joining Stark's party, considering that your ex had just dumped you two days ago and he was already announcing his new relationship. And then along came Loki, offering to be your date for the night…

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: language (yeah no, not sorry, Rogers); little bit of steam at the end; reader w/ insecurities [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Steve is the ex; Nat & Wanda offering violence to avenge their bestie; borderline dangerous dancing stunts (don't try this at home, kids); coworkers/teammates to lovers

"Babes, stop fussing over the dress. You look hot. It's giving revenge dress if I do say so myself. Everyone covering the event will take one look at you and see without a doubt in their mind that you won this break up. Especially considering how hot your dates are."

Natasha nudged your shoulder playfully, probably in hopes of wiping the scowl off of the reflection staring back at you as you adjusted the strap of your midnight blue mermaid dress, making sure everything was secure and no unflattering angles were even remotely feasible.

Then again you could barely walk properly in the damn thing, so there really wasn't much room for awkward and unflattering, considering that you'd be able to do little more than stand and pose. You'd wanted to trade in the dress for something that gave you a bit more breathing room considering that the man that chose -- well, he'd argue strongly encouraged -- the dress was no longer your date for the night, but your choices would be stiflingly limited with how close you'd have been cutting it if you'd returned it.

Two days to break up, pack up, move your things out of his apartment in the compound, move back into your own apartment, clean up said apartment to make it at least livable once again, cry a bit, and then ready yourself for this charity ball? There wasn't time to return the dress that Steve chose, let alone pick out a new one. Even with the help of both Nat and Wanda.

"Remind me to thank Bucky and Vision for letting me steal you two away tonight?"

"Don't even worry about it. But maybe you could talk to Bucky later and tell him that there isn't even a shred of this that's his fault? He somehow got it into his head that because Steve's his best friend he should have sensed something. Should've told me. Or directly told you. He's been feeling like shit over this whole thing since I came home two days ago and told him I had to help you clean out your stuff from Rogers' apartment and move back into your old one."

Just as you were about to reassure the Russian spy that you would talk to her husband the second you got the chance to when there were no nosy reporters lurking around corners or planting microphones around the event to capture their next juicy story, Wanda walked into the room, her expression colored with a mix of pity and irritation.

"Well he might feel a hell of a lot worse now that he's seeing in real time what his best buddy's been doing since the breakup." Nausea began to swirl in your stomach as they each took one of your hands and the sorceress led you to the conference hall that had been fully decked out for tonight's event. The crowd had gathered around the dance floor, phones out and whispering amongst one another as they looked on the couple in the center.

"Oh you've got to be fucking shitting me," Nat bellowed in outrage, her hand leaving yours and wrapping around your waist to ensure you were still standing straight. "You even asked him point blank about her and he brushed you off--"

"Don't worry about her, Cookie, I'm just making sure she has the best training available to her," you seethed, feeling yourself shaking in your friend's hold as you repeated Steve's words to you just last week. "Babes, I don't think I even wanna go in there. I can already see the fucking headlines. Heartbroken Avenger Y/N Y/L/N seeks the comfort of her girlfriends' company as former lover Captain America debuts his new relationship with SHIELD Agent Ava WhatsHerFace. This isn't worth it. You two go. Be with your husbands. I'm going home."

"Are you sure?" Wanda squeezed your other hand, her free arm already radiating her signature red magic. "I can trip her and make them fall flat on their asses, just say the word."

It took you a great deal to not take her up on her offer, instead opting to just squeeze her hand back before letting go, maneuvering yourself out of their hold. "I'm sure. No tripping anybody, you two. Last thing we need is the internet speculating on which sides the Avengers are taking in what they're gonna try and spin as the breakup that shocked the world, and then making these idiotic theories about how we might cause a reiteration of Germany right here in the Big Apple."

"Okay what if I just poisoned her drink no one would know it was me--"

"Babes, everyone would know it was you," you cut off the spy. "No poison. No tripping. Not even a backhanded compliment. If you really can't stand the sight of her then walk away. Otherwise Pepper will kill us over making a scene over this and I'm not even joining the damn party but she'll drag me in anyway because she's gonna figure out that you two did what you did because of me."

"You're a better woman than that little shit ever deserved," Wanda grumbled, pulling you into a quick embrace. "We'll see you after the party then? Because no way in hell are you sleeping alone tonight."

"After," you confirmed, already walking away from the two as they walked toward the bar to where Bucky and Vision were undoubtedly standing and waiting patiently for them.

You'd walked down a good few feet down the hall when a voice halted you.

"Y/N?" You inwardly groaned at the sound of Loki calling out to you. The absolute last thing you needed was the member of the team who was undoubtedly and objectively the most unfairly breathtakingly beautiful person in all of New York -- hell, in all of the world as far as you were concerned -- seeing you in the dejected state you were in.

You did your best to plaster on a half-smile as you turned to face the god. "Hey, Mischief." You threw him a cursory glance, your heart skipping a good few beats when you registered his bespoke Burnham green tuxedo forming to his sculpted body like a well-worn leather glove. "You look great."

"You're breathtaking," he sighed, walking the rest of the distance and stopping a few steps in front of you. "As you always are." He gave you a curt smile, his fingers visibly twitching in your direction as he kept his hands to his sides. "Are you not joining the gala?"

"Thinking I might sit this one out, actually," you murmured, grimacing at just how miserable you sounded to your own ears. "Considering it doing Pepper a solid and making sure that tonight's all about whatever cause Stark decided to back this time around and not about the untimely demise of me and Rogers. The last thing we need is me becoming the center of attention because the media published headlines calling me the Heartbroken Avenger because I walked in there with my friends while my ex debuts his shiny new toy." You took an awkward step back, giving him an even more inelegant wave his way. "You have fun, though, Mischief."

He took your hand in his as you were turning away from him. "What if I escorted you?" Something with his soft spoken tone, partnered with the way his thumb was stroking the back of your hand, had you struggling to take your next breath. "We could walk in together, and it wouldn't cross anybody's mind to call you heartbroken or lonely or anything of the sort."

You couldn't help but scoff at his offer. "I'm not sure you wanna take on the media vultures who'll write about you getting Captain America's sloppy seconds. Hell, if I walk in there with you they'll think you probably did it out of pity. People already paint me as someone they don't think could have pulled the likes of Steve, but if we walk in there together you'll never hear the end of how charitable you were to--"

"Stop that," he cut you off, his tone sibilant and terse as if he was slicing through your self-pity party for one. "Rogers is an imbecile, he always has been. To have held painite in his uncouth hands and traded it in for mere rubble." He took a step closer to you, making you struggle to hide the shudder than ran through you when you could practically feel the warmth of his body radiating from him. "To walk into that room with you would not be an act of charity, darling. It would be an honor. A privilege."

"Okay come on that's enough--"

"How I wish you could see yourself the way I do," he murmured, his free hand lightly grasping your chin and making it impossible to turn your gaze from him. "Come with me. We'll share a dance and afterward if you still wish to leave then we will."

"Are you insane?" you blurted out, shaking your head at how absurd his offer was. "If you walk in with me and you leave with me, you're gonna find out real quick that people actually can hate me more than they did when I was dating Steve, because now I'm preventing you from getting all the pretty girls' numbers in the party. There are supermodels in there, Mischief. Pretty sure there're some princesses, too. They came here for you."

"Then they will leave disappointed," he answered back, the corner of his mouth pulling in a smirk as he watched your brows knit together in clear confusion. "As for attaining the contact information of, how did you phrase it again? Pretty girls? I already have that of the most beguiling woman who would be in that gala, I truly need no more." He let go of your hand to reach for his phone and tap away at it to call whoever he was referring to.

A few seconds later your little purse began to ring, making you give him a pointed stare. "Smooth." Your phone stopped ringing as soon as he put his away, finding yourself fighting to breathe properly once more when he placed his hand back in yours. "Fine," you huffed. "But we're not dancing, I can barely walk in this stupid thing, the dance floor would turn into a crime scene if I so much as spun wrong."

The soft chuckle that escaped his lips filled you with a weird sense of pride, knowing that even for a few short moment the usually terse god felt comfortable enough around you to seem so unguarded. He released his hold on you to hover his hands by your waist. "May I?"

You took a moment to try figuring out what he meant before answering, "I don't know what you're asking for but alright. I trust you."

His playful demeanor faltered for a moment, eyebrows knitting together and raising slightly before he placed his hands on your waist and gently guiding you to turn and facing the mirrored wall. Your breath hitched in your throat with a squeak as his gaze met yours on the reflection, bringing his face level to yours, his lips hovering just beside your ear. "Beautiful as you are in this dress, darling, you look as if you'd been forced to conform into something you're not. You were made to move freely, as gracefully and as fluidly as you move in the field."

You held your breath as you watched his magic washing over you, your dress melting away from the shoulders down and slowly being replaced with a dark emerald silk gown that stopped just below your ankles, the skirt flaring out from the waist with a slit going up to the middle of your thigh. The feel of your hair cascading down your back had you realizing that you were so caught up in the spectacle of your dress changing before your very eyes that you'd barely felt his fingers deftly taking the pins out of your hair and undoing the tightly knotted bun that borderline violently pulled at your temples.

"Hmmm…much better." You fought against the chill that ran throughout your body at the low tone of his voice reverberating in your ear. "Just one more…tiny flourish." His hand moved from your hair to rest his fingers lightly on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, a slight smile appearing on his face in the reflection when your breathing became audibly staggered as a teardrop emerald pendant hanging off a gold chain materialized around your neck. "Himmelske," he breathed out, the vision of him lightly pressing his lips to the top of your head making your pulse pound in your ears. "Shall we?"

"This is too much…" you sighed, turning around to face him and nearly stumbling over your own feet when you saw how close your faces were to one another.  "I can't possibly--"

"You can, darling." He took your hand in his again and brought it up towards his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, all the while his eyes never leaving yours. "You look ethereal, like a goddess walking among mortals." He pressed his lips to your knuckles once more. "Min gudinne." He began to walk backwards towards the party, keeping your hands intertwined as he led you down the hall, typing something away a quick message on his phone as the music from the repurposed conference hall gradually grew louder.

Once you were mere feet away from the doors leading to the conference hall, the old-fashioned music that made you want to retch on the spot screeched to a halt, and Tony's voice boomed through the speakers.

"Alright Cap that's enough, some of us actually don't want to see our dinner a second time tonight." The crowd began to chuckle at his joking barbs toward your ex. "Why don't you and your new babydoll take a breather for a minute. Or a hundred. While I go ahead and play on a special request for…well I'll be damned…Reindeer Games."

The sound of Tony's little nickname for Loki had you growing frigid in the god's hold. "Mischief, what did you do?"

Your question went unanswered, him opting to give you a soft smile as he lifted your joint hands up to place a tender kiss to the back of your hand before leading you to the center of the dance floor, the sound of your friends' claps and cheers -- as well as a round of hearty hollers from both Bucky and Thor -- filling the room and overpowering the piano intro of "Tightrope" by Sara Bareilles playing over the speakers as soon as you came into view.

Glares tinged with thinly veiled envious rage weighed down on you like cinder blocks as the raven-haired Asgardian placed his hand on your lower back, bringing your bodies within mere inches of one another. "Everyone's staring," you wavered, trying to keep your breathing even as he began to lead you in a basic waltz around the dance floor.

"Envious, petulant mortals," he answered with a sneer, giving you a small smirk at the end. "Likely because I have the most beautiful date among them all."

"Do gods wear glasses?" you bit back, scoffing softly at his words. "Because I'm pretty sure Adriana Lima is here and--"

"I can see quite clearly, precious mortal," he cut you off, the gentle tone of his voice not once wavering. "Better than you think." He upped the pace of your steps, the smile on his face growing wider as your steps became less structured and he raised your joint hands to spin you on the spot, your dress twirling fluidly with each step before he pulled you back to him, now chest to chest as he resumed leading you in a large circle around the floor. "You seem surprised, darling."

"I usually would have stepped on your toes by now," you whispered, your breath hitching as every step you took together felt perfectly synced, a part of you heavily dreading stumbling and sending you both into a clumsy heap on the floor. Especially with the even closer proximity of your bodies to one another. "Are you doing this?" He answered you with a slight furrow of his eyebrows. "Did you enchant the dress? The necklace? My shoes?"

"I did nothing of the sort, dear Y/N," he whispered into your ear, the feel of his breath on your skin sending your heart into overdrive. "Perhaps you'd simply been with the wrong partners all your life." You faintly registered the way his hold on you tightened the slightest bit. "I wish to prove it to you. A little flourish both for our benefit and for the entertainment of our audience."

A sequence of movements was projected into your mind, each motion requiring complete trust in your partner as you climbed over his back, held up only by your joint hands and your knee braced on his shoulder as he spun on the spot. And then capped off with a dismount that had you hanging upside down and suspended as such for a few moments before righting yourself on your feet.

"Do you trust me, darling?"

You didn't need to think twice about your answer. "Yes." He flashed a brilliant smile before twirling you away and out of his hold, turning his back to you and giving you a silent signal to execute the move. Within a few short moments you were propped up on his shoulder, held up by your joint hands and feeling as if you were flying as he executed each turn with visible ease.

The faces of the crowd, a mixture of pure shock and awe, said it all. No one on the team had ever placed that much trust in Loki, despite the countless times he'd undoubtedly saved any and all of you throughout your numerous missions together. And here you were giving everyone a blatant display that among all the members of the team, you probably trusted him the most.

There wasn't even the slightest tremble in your movement as you executed the dismount, briefly giving them all a face-splitting grin that nearly mirrored the blond Asgardian watching from the bar as he looked on at the spectacle you and his brother had created before turning back and facing your partner. The next moment he'd gone back to holding you and twirling you both around the dance floor with a slight flourish as you reunited.

"There you are, precious mortal," he breathed out, securing his arm around your waist and lifting you off your feet as he spun you both again, the skirt of your dress billowing from the motion and creating a perfect flourish to your steps, earning you various oohs and aahs from the audience. You assumed that the bitter hmph sounds came from your ex and Miss Ava WhatsHerFace. "I've missed seeing that smile on you. It's been months too long. How I wanted to strike at Rogers' face the moment I saw the light in you wavering."

"You saw that?" You prided yourself in concealing your insecurities and the downward spiral that your mind had taken the moment that the new recruit had been assigned to train for the Avengers, painting on a bright disposition despite the interest that Steve had taken in her and the rapidly dwindling attention he paid to you in turn.

It never occurred to you that people might be looking closer than you intended them to. Or that one of those people would be someone you'd carried feelings for ever since long before you and Rogers ever even went out on the first date. You kept on guilting yourself that you were no better than him, if you were being completely honest.

The only leg up you had over your ex was that at least you did right by him and you never acted on anything. But then again you had no reason to believe that you could; in your eyes, Loki had to reason to see you, let alone return your sentiment.

"I see you, Y/N," he murmured, bringing his hand higher up your back, leaning forward, and tilting you backward in a low dip. "I've always seen you." Your heart caught in your throat as you felt him press a soft kiss to your cheek before bringing you both back up to stand upright, a new sequence of movements projected into your mind.

This time of him lifting you into the air, a hand braced on your lower back, the other wrapped around your ankle, followed by a drop that would land you safely in his arms and have the god carrying you bridal style. You could see the silent question shining in his eyes as the projected image fizzled away, awaiting your answer. "I trust you," you whispered, taking a breath as he turned you to face away from him and lifted you into the air with ease.

There wasn't a single doubt in your mind even in that split second where you were falling through the air. You knew you were safe with him. Physically at least.

Emotionally it felt like he was leading you to the edge of a cliff, and you were all too happy to step off if it meant he'd look at you even remotely like he did throughout any point of tonight.

You landed in his arms with a soft, nearly soundless thud, once again met with appreciative applause from the room of onlookers and Tony's voice once again sounding through the speakers. "Jellybean, I take back every joke I ever made about your dancing. Now I know it wasn't you that made those moves bad and that's all I'm gonna say on that. Give it up for these two one more time, ladies and gentlemen!"

A traitorous squeak from the back of your throat slipped from your lips as the god carrying you briefly touched the tip of his nose to yours and pressed a kiss between your brows before setting you back down on your feet, taking your hand in his and lacing his fingers between yours. He led you through the dance floor that was quickly becoming crowded as a rhythmic thumping beat boomed from the sound system, placing you directly in front of him with his free arm wrapped around your midsection.

Once you'd reached the bar, crossing paths with Nat and Wanda and their respective husbands as they made their way to the dance floor, only Thor remained to greet you as you occupied two seats next to one another. "Brother, elation becomes you." Before he walked toward the buffet, handing his empty plate to one of the cleaning staff, he turned to face you. "Take care of him. Actually, take care of each other."

Your brows knitted together as you watched the blond Asgardian walk away, confusion niggling away at your brain as you turned your gaze back to Loki. "What was that--"

The rest of your sentence died on the tip of your tongue as the raven-haired god cupped your jaw, weaving his fingers through your hair, as he closed the distance between you and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You whimpered against him as he stood from his seat, framing your face with his hands as he stepped closer to you, all the while his lips never leaving yours.

He breathed your name as he pulled away, the way that he seemingly sounded almost as flustered as you were paired with the restraint so evident in his hold on you creating a heady combination that made the room spin. "He never deserved you."

Those words had your eyes snapping open, wondering if you'd heard him right. "Loki what--"

"And you should have had someone that treasured you. Worshipped you. That knew with every fiber of his being that he was the most fortunate bastard in the Nine for being the one that you shared the most intimate parts of your life with." Your heart thundered in your ears as he leaned in to kiss you again. "Someone that would proudly show whoever was around to watch that he is equally yours as you are his. Perhaps even more so."

"Are you trying to tell me that that someone is you?" The music had faded away to nothing more than a dull thumping in the background as you looked into his eyes, rife with emotions that you couldn't quite place as his hands traveled down to wrap around your waist, stepping closer to you, and leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple.

"If you would let me," he murmured against your skin. "He was but a fool to have let you go. But if his foolishness leads to my fortune, then perhaps I could be moved to despise him a little less." He kissed a trail from your temple to your ear, making your breath hitch again as his thumb stroked at your side and tracing the faint lines of your ribcage while he whispered a deliciously tempting offer. "Leave with me. Let me be the fortunate wretch that gets to take you home. That gets to worship you, to pleasure you. Even if only for tonight, let me make you equally mine as I am yours. As I have always been yours."

His offer alone already had you trembling in anticipation for what he could possibly have in store for you the moment you gave him your answer. "I have to find Nat and Wanda," you blurted out, making a motion to step off of your seat.

"Y/N please--"

"They offered to stop by my apartment after the party," you explained, mustering the courage to press a quick kiss to his lips when you watched in disbelief as a touch of desperation colored his features. "They wanted to make sure I wasn't going to sleep alone tonight. I have to tell them I have other plans."

A brilliant smile stretched across his face as he pulled you in for another kiss, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as he pulled you against him, lifting you out of your seat and setting you back down on your feet, holding you in his arms the same way he did a few moments ago as you weaved your way through the crowd.

It didn't take you long to find the two women in question, tapping both of them on their shoulders to call their attention. "Rain check on the sleepover?" you shouted over the music.

Wanda took one look at how Loki was holding you and eyed Nat with a smirk. "You got a better offer, I see. Go, babes. We just wanted to make sure you didn't sleep alone tonight."

"Now we gotta make sure you stay awake at the mission brief in the morning because you won't be sleeping at all," Nat capped off with a raise of her eyebrow. She eyed the god holding you with a pointed glare. "If you hurt her--"

"I wouldn't dream of it, Romanoff," he cut her off. "Unlike some people in our non-immediate company, I have every intention of holding on to painite with every ounce of my strength."

Your brows once again knitted together as your friends began to squeal and giggle while you walked away with the god, the alcohol clearly beginning to get to them. "Okay I have to ask. What exactly is painite? You've…said that twice tonight," you prodded, looking up at him only to be met with a tender smile and an intensity burning in his eyes that nearly made you fall over.

"It is the rarest, most precious gemstone on this planet. Perhaps in all the realms," he answered, turning you in his arms as soon as you stepped foot into the corridor and walking you backwards until your back was flush against the wall. "And despite its crimson hue I would still say undoubtedly the most beautiful." You shuddered under his gaze as he trailed a finger from the center of your neck down your torso until he reached your waist and pulled you to him for a fleeting but heated kiss. "That is how I see you. Rare. Precious. And undoubtedly the most beautiful creature I will ever lay my eyes on."

The next moment your surroundings were awash with a wave of his green magic, and you were inside his apartment, your moans piercing the quiet darkness as his lips latched on to your neck and you felt his hands working to divest you of your dress. His next words, rasped against your skin, already had your legs shaking without him having even begun to touch you yet.

"Mine. Finally mine."

A/N: Omg I've finally finished it 😩 And he's precious your honor 🥹 I've honestly had this idea bouncing around in my head for so many days now that I'm so happy that it's finally out for y'all to read and (hopefully) enjoy.

There is a plan for a part 2 of this but it's literally all smut and it's a long ways away because I have every intention to get into 'relinquish the crown' again and also 'back to you'…and also the requests from the 500 follower celebration so just like 'sworn fealty'…it might happen, it might not happen, and that's that on that.

Translations: Himmelske – Heavenly Min gudinne – My goddess

'everything' taglist: @sailorholly @loopsisloops @unlucky-number-13 @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @sarahscribbles @kats72 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @dangertoozmanykids101 @elizabethmidnight2017 @lokidokieokie @lunarnights95

Loki taglist:  @calumance @severuslovebot @moonlightreader649 @i-stand-with-loki @nixymarvelkins @infinitystoner @lokisgoodgirl @purplegrrl27 @thedistractedagglomeration

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The Winner ☁️

Pairing: Husband! Chris Evans x Famous! Reader

Word count: 1,144

Summary: Chris is Y/n's number one fan, there’s no doubt about it

Warnings: none

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Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Your skin is lookin' good hun” Grace my makeup artist said, applying on my moisturiser,

“all thanks to you” I said back, making eye contact with her in the mirror. Today was the day we carried out the photoshoot for my newest movie, the premise of the movie was that i’d portray a spy on an extremely important mission of discovering where a virus began.

One of my most exciting pieces.

“You excited for the shoot today?”

“Well yeah, but this latex suit is freaking annoying with all the sounds it makes every time i move” I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the friction from the latex making an unflattering noise.

“Well you look sexy as hell girl, don’t even worry bout it”

“I guess so, i’m jus hella sweaty right now”

With the conversation growing quiet, Grace continued with applying my makeup, with the occasional instruction to move my head in a certain direction. My hair was styled down, just with added volume and waves, kind of like an 80s type of do.

“All done Mrs Evans, now get your ass out there before Lindsey kills me because you’re late”

“Thank you so much Grace, catch up later yeah?”

“Of course, of course”

Heading out of the dressing room, I carried my black boots in my hand as I was intending on putting them on in the actual shoot.

“Alright Y/n you ready for your shots?”

“As ready as i’ll ever be babes” I called out, struggling to pull my boots on due to how secure they are.

“Now remember, your movie is being called the movie of the year, we wanna wow them with the advertising and merchandise”

“Yes ma'am, just make me look good please” I smiled back playfully, getting in front of the backdrop.

“Oh please, you are a stunning woman, all I need to do is press the button”

(15 minutes later)

“Right i’ve ran out of poses” I breathed out, the summer heat getting to me in this suit, multiple people rushing over to me to touch up my makeup.

“Well let’s see what we have so far then”

Walking over to behind the camera, Lindsey shuffled through the collection of photos she had acquired.

“Ok that one is a winner Y/n, people will go crazy over this one” Lindsey said pointing at a photo of me, I was standing facing forwards with one hand on my waist, my hand was holding a gun in the air and my hair was falling perfectly behind me.

“Yeah I like that one a lot actually” I said looking closely at it, a playful smirk on my face on the photo.

“If that doesn’t shout A-Class Hollywood star, then I dont know what does” Lindsey said positioning the camera back onto the tripod.

“Ok we can take a 15 minute break everyone, I know it’s hard in this heat”

With everyone dispersing to do their own thing, I was about to walk over to the table with my phone on it, when someone suddenly pulled my waist back towards them.

“Gotcha bub” A voice spoke into my ear, their breath fanning my neck.

“Chris?” I said, pulling the arms from around my waist and turning around to face him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked confused, he told me this morning he had an interview with A starting point.

“Got to make sure you’re well fed” He replied holding up a McDonalds bag with a smile on his face.

“What would I do without you, my dear husband” Pulling him back towards me, I cupped his face in my hand caressing his beard softly with my thumbs before pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

“I would love to continue this kiss babe, but I am starving”

I said reaching for the bag by his side, “you are unbelievable Y/n Evans” He smirked, his hands settling on my waist.

“You gonna join me in my dressing room or what?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice” He said wrapping his arm around my waist, already heading in the direction of my room. Only to be interrupted by an excited Lindsey coming out of the room herself.

“Y/n good news, agency are thrilled with that one photo of you, you’re free to go”

“Wait really?”

“Hell yeah girl, told you it was a winner”

“What? I wanna see” Chris butted in,

“Ohhhh wait till you see this Chris, it’s monumental” Lindsey said walking towards the computer screen and clicking onto the photo itself.

“Holy G- is there anyway I can get like, a massive print out of that or something?” Chris asked seriously, his eyebrows furrowed in desire.

“Babe stop it” I laughed grabbing onto his bicep

“You think m'jokin but i’m being serious baby, I want copies of that”

“I think we can arrange that” Lindsey replied laughing, giving me her email so that she’d be able to send the pics to us later on.

“You are crazy” I said to him, walking to my dressing room, the open nugget packet in my hand.

“What you’re telling me that you’d pass the opportunity to get a photo like that if it was of me”

“Well no-“

“Well then I don’t want to hear it, why would I not want a poster of my hot wife. D'ya think they’d let you bring that suit home with you?”

“Why?” I quirked, already unzipping this latex cage.

“I like the look of it, that’s all” Chris said back innocently, although the look in his eyes said a completely different story.

“Uhuh sure hun, actually I do think this suit was customised to fit me so I kinda might have to take it home”

I said turning around and putting on some sweats and a hoodie, only to turn around to see Chris folding up my black latex suit and packing it into my duffle bag.

“You’re that into it bub?” I asked teasingly walking over to him.

“I’m into anything you’re in baby, it’s the fact you’re in it”

(Time Skip - A few weeks later)

Thank the heavens, promotions for my new movie were over, these past few weeks had been exhausting. Opening the front door to the house, I was met with silence although I could hear the slight sound of thumping coming from the upstairs.

Beginning my trek up, I could begin to hear Chris talking

“What d'ya think Dodge, should we put your momma this way or over here?”

'what the hell is he doing' I thought, opening the door to Chris turning around immediately looking like he’d been caught doing something atrocious

“NO WAY CHRISTOPHER, WE CANNOT HAVE THAT PHOTO OF ME BESIDE THE BED” I exclaimed watching him starting to hammer nails into the wall,

“Yeah but baby, it’s on my side of the bed”

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Can I Track My Husband's Phone without Touching It Could your husband be cheating on you? Your gut may be telling you, yes, but the only way to gather proof is to track your husband’s phone and see exactly what he gets up to when he’s away from home. In this mini-guide, we show you how you can track your husband’s phone without touching it (if he’s on iOS), and just how to track his various activities remotely. Our solution requires a bare minimum of technical know-how and is very easy to implement.     Part 1: Can I Track My Husband’s Phone without Him Knowing? You can track your husband’s phone location by using a phone spy app. These programs, once installed, bring monitoring data to you via the internet. You can track your husband’s phone remotely, without being near him. The other methods you might encounter on the internet aren’t all reliable or effective. A spy app is easy to use and allows you to monitor your husband conveniently over days and weeks. We recommend using a trustworthy app such as Safespy. This is an established solution with over a million users worldwide. It has appeared on well-known channels online like LifeWire, BBC, Medium, and BuzzFeed. 1.1 What can Safespy do for you? Safespy is one of the best phone tracker apps (without permission) around because it offers powerful features and comes with several great advantages: 1. The app can track your husband’s phone effectively With Safespy, you can follow your husband’s movements in real-time when he’s out and about: Interactive map: The app will pin your husband’s most recent locations on a map. You can track his movements in real-time and get address-related details. You can even use Google Maps features like 3D Street View to take an up-close look at any location. Geofence: The geofence option allows you to set up a watched perimeter around any location. When your husband enters this zone or leaves it, you will receive a notification. It’s a great way to track your husband automatically. Further, the app can track almost everything your husband is doing on his phone. Here are some of the highlights: Check social media: You can view your husband’s favorite social media apps, including WhatsApp. The app will bring you his messages, follower details, time and date logs, and exchanged media files. Read messages: The app will show you all incoming and outgoing texts and iMessages. You can check the contact numbers and exchange files. Further, if your husband deletes a message on his phone, you will find a copy in the dashboard. View call logs and contacts: Safespy allows you to see your husband’s favorite callers, their phone numbers, and details like call durations and call types. Further, you can view any saved contact on the Contacts page and get their full details. Access the browser history: If your husband is cheating, he might be browsing dating sites on the net. This app will show you his browser activity, including details like favorite sites, timestamps, and site visit frequency. The app offers over a dozen monitoring features in all. 2. You monitor conveniently from a web-based interface Once you install Safespy, you can access all the data it collects via a web-based dashboard. You can log in using any web browser, at any time, and from any place. It’s simple to use, and you can be far away from your husband’s phone and still track it. 3. It’s effortless to install – no rooting or jailbreak needed You can set up Safespy in minutes via any web browser. You don’t need technical skills. Unlike many other spy apps, Safespy doesn’t need you to root or jailbreak your husband’s device first. This means you don’t need to deal with problems like malware or accidental data loss. 4. It’s a private, secure solution Over a million people have used this app in 190+ countries, making it a tried-and-tested solution. Further, the app is private. It doesn’t collect your personal details for profit – they’re only accessible to you. It’s secure and your data is protected by the latest best practices.

5. You pay a reasonable monthly fee Safespy is available to use for a reasonable monthly fee. You can monitor a single device for a month with the Premium plan. There’s a discount on the multiple-device Family option if your husband owns multiple devices.   1.2 How Safespy Works Without Your Husband Knowing (Stealth Mode) Safespy will work invisibly, regardless of whether your husband is using an iPhone or an Android device. How exactly does this work? For iOS: For iPhones, Safespy is a web-based app. You don’t need to download any software to your husband’s phone. Instead, the app works by extracting his iCloud backup periodically. As it’s fully web-based and has no physical presence on your husband’s iPhone, it can’t be detected! For Android: If your husband is using an Android smartphone or tablet, you download and install a small app on his device. Afterward, you can hide it. The app will run in the background invisibly, monitoring your husband’s activities and sharing them with you. The Android version of the app is small (

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Best Ways to Monitor Your Husband's Phone Remotely

In today's digital age, keeping tabs on your spouse's activities has become easier, thanks to technological advancements. Remote phone monitoring offers a way to ensure transparency and trust in a relationship. In this article, we'll explore the best methods for monitoring your husband's phone remotely while respecting privacy and ethical considerations.

Why Monitor Your Husband's Phone?

Trust is the foundation of any healthy relationship. However, in some cases, doubts may arise, leading to the need for monitoring. Monitoring your husband's phone remotely can help address trust issues, ensure safety, and prevent potential infidelity.

Legal and Ethical Considerations

Before embarking on phone monitoring, it's essential to understand the legal and ethical implications. While you may have valid reasons for monitoring, it's crucial to respect your husband's privacy and adhere to applicable laws and regulations.

Effective Methods of Remote Phone Monitoring

Several methods exist for remotely monitoring your husband's phone. Spy apps, built-in phone tracking features, and cloud-based monitoring services offer different levels of functionality and convenience.

Choosing the Right Monitoring Solution

When selecting a monitoring solution, consider factors such as compatibility, features, and ease of use. Choose a solution that aligns with your needs and preferences.

Installation and Setup Process

Once you've chosen a monitoring solution, follow a step-by-step guide for installation and setup. Configuring settings correctly ensures optimal performance and discreet monitoring.

Features to Look For

Key features to look for in monitoring software include call and message tracking, GPS location tracking, and social media monitoring. These features provide comprehensive insights into your husband's activities.

Tips for Discreet Monitoring

To avoid detection by your husband, take precautions such as hiding monitoring apps and minimizing any impact on your relationship. Discreet monitoring helps maintain trust and transparency.

Interpreting the Data

Understanding the data gathered from monitoring is essential for identifying potential red flags and addressing concerns. Interpret the information objectively and communicate openly with your husband.

Maintaining Trust in the Relationship

While monitoring can provide reassurance, it's crucial to maintain trust in the relationship. Communicate openly with your husband and respect each other's boundaries.

Addressing Concerns and Doubts

Be prepared to address any concerns or doubts that may arise from monitoring. Reassure your husband of your intentions and discuss any issues openly and honestly.

Alternatives to Phone Monitoring

In some cases, phone monitoring may not be the best solution. Consider alternatives such as relationship counseling and building trust through transparency and communication.

Case Studies

Real-life examples of successful monitoring experiences can provide valuable insights and lessons learned. Explore case studies to understand how others have navigated similar situations.

Conclusion

In conclusion, monitoring your husband's phone remotely can offer peace of mind and ensure transparency in your relationship. By choosing the right monitoring solution, respecting privacy and ethical considerations, and maintaining open communication, you can strengthen trust and build a stronger relationship.

FAQs

1. Is it legal to monitor my husband's phone without his consent?

Laws regarding phone monitoring vary by jurisdiction. It's essential to research and understand the legal implications before proceeding.

2. How can I monitor my husband's phone without him knowing?

Utilize discreet monitoring apps and take precautions to avoid detection, such as hiding app icons and minimizing any impact on the device's performance.

3. Can I track my husband's phone location in real-time?

Many monitoring apps offer real-time GPS tracking features, allowing you to track your husband's location accurately.

4. What should I do if I find something suspicious on my husband's phone?

Approach the situation calmly and communicate openly with your husband. Discuss your concerns and address any issues together.

5. How often should I check my husband's phone?

The frequency of monitoring depends on individual circumstances and trust levels in the relationship. It's essential to strike a balance between vigilance and respecting privacy.

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How NOT to write romance - How I Met Your Mother edition

Warning: long-ass post and lots of bitterness over a TV show that ended nearly eight years ago.

Basics for story-telling

If the romance you want to write is dysfunctional, fucking embrace it and have fun with the concept instead of pretending the bad shit the characters do is okay because “it’s true love”

Acknowledgde that your main character has flaws instead of acting like he is a saint who can do no wrong for no reason other than “he is the main character. Definitively don’t make him do, of his own free will, the exact exact same things the supposedly “selfish and cruel” womanizer does and then excuse it as him having “succumbed to/been tricked by a bad influece” like he’s child who doesn’t know any better instead of being a grown ass adult.

Don’t make your characters be annoying, entitled fuckers who think they have the right to judge others for wanting different things out of a relationship/not wanting a relationship at all. Don’t act like monogamy, double dates with other couples, marriage and children are something EVERYONE secretly wants deep down.

Don’t demonize the “evil” character of the group and act like the “heroes” being appalled by the shit he does is anything other than hypocricy. There’s literally nothing forcing them to be friends with him, so they’re obviously not as horrified at bad shit he does as they say they are, otherwise they would have ditched him a long time ago.

Don’t have the “heartless womanizer”,  who we later find out is the ex-husband of the girl the lead wanted for himself, be shown to us exclusively through the eyes of the an unreliable narrator who had motivation to make him see worse than he is likely to be (get his kids to want him to get the girl instead of the “douchebag”). Also, don’t make his schemes to trick women into sleeping with them so completely absurd and ridiculous that the audience is pretty sure that 70% of the women he banged were completely aware he just wanted a quick fuck and went along with it anyway because they wanted some dick (and because the character is played by Neil Patric Harris, who is incapable of not being charismatic)

Fucking let you characters (especially the supposed hero we’re supposed to think is the best boyfriend ever) grow instead of making them constantly repeat the same mistakes

Lily and Marshall

Don’t make one of the characters hide something very important from their partner, and then have the audacity to be mad at them for “just not understanding” as if they were given any reason to understand what the problem even is

Don’t act like someone being heartbroken that their partner lied to them and practically made a plan to “escape” being married to them means they’re not being “supportive” of said partners dream - you should especially not do that after we were shown that they took a job they didn’t like just to make sure they’d have a secure future that would allow said partner to follow their dream.

Don’t have the character who was obviously in the wrong need to be convinced to get their shit together and apologize to their ex.

If a character forgave the ex who wronged them and even got back together with them, don’t have them constantly hold their past mistakes over their head like it that problem has not already been solved - you especially not make them do that on what was supposed to be their wedding day. They can either forgive their partner or not, they can’t keep going back and forth.

Don’t have them constantly hide important shit from each other (having a huge financial debt, getting a job, etc)

DO NOT have the character who fucked up years prior suddenly be willing to do the same shit again for the EXACT same reason (”I think our relationship is in the way of my dreams and I’m now completely isolated because I refuse to talk things out with you”) and then expect the audience to sympathize with them.

Ted and Robin 

Unless you’re writing a Disney/Disney-esque romance, don’t have your lead just look at someone across the room, decide they’re “The one”, imagine their life together and full on say “I’m love with you” AND “I love you” on the first goddamn date.

Don’t have the lead stalk his love interest, and throw three parties in a row just to have an excuse to get close to her now that she made it clear she is not interested in having a relationship with him.

Don’t have the “hero” lie about having broken up with his girlfriend so the girl he wants to be with will sleep with him, and then have him blame his actions on time. “Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” Grow a pair of balls, Ted!

If one of the characters says “You’re going too fast on the whole ‘love’ thing. Can’t we just go on a few dates and see what happens instead of already starting to plan our lives together?” and the others throws a fit, that is called “being incompatible” and “damn, this dude doesn’t respect boundaries”, not “Wow, she’s so afraid of commitment”

If you want the audience to believe the main character’s feelings are not one-sided, don’t make the fact that said feelings ARE unrequited a running joke, and don’t have the girl only accept giving him a chance after having to deal with the fucker whining “But I love you” for months and/or after going through bad break ups. Also, if you have to retcon half the fucking show to “proove” that “she DOES love him”, that pairing fucking sucks.

Don’t compare the couple you want the audience to root for to the main character’s divorced, dysfunctional parents, and don’t have flashbacks showing that the lead had no clue what his girlfriend actually liked in bed AND that she literally covered up his face so she could pretend she was fucking someone else.

DON’T MAKE HER GET RID OF HER DOGS, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!

If your lead character is still jealous/possessive of his ex, thinks he still has a chance even after she told him to his face that she didn’t love him, and acts like she and her fiance (who he says is his friend) being happy is somehow them being selfish and cruel, your lead character is a loser AND an asshole.

Don’t throw away the entire premise of the show (Ted finding the REAL love of his life) just to force a bad pairing down the audience’s throat

Ted Mosby in general

Don’t have your “romantic, sensitive hero” break up with a girl on her birthday through an answering machine, come back into her life without warning years later because he’s afraid he’ll die alone, and find out that she never heard the message but was actually told about it by her friends and family who were at her apartment preparing a surprise party for her. You should especially not make his first reaction to this new be being mad that he was not invited to the party, and for the love of God, don’t make him break up with her on her birthday AGAIN.

Don’t have the “hero” cheat on his girlfriend and excuse it with bullshit like “Nothing good happens 2 a.m.” and “But I genuinely love Robin so it’s okay that I’m lying to both of them”. Do not, I repeat, do NOT have him blame it on his girlfriend being distant when she didn’t pick up the phone one night and then called back the second she was free to do so, while he was enjoying the gifts she sent him and LIED to her about having sent her some as well.

Don’t fucking make an entire episode with the premise of him turning a no into a yes - and telling that story to his children like it’s romantic.

Don’t have his fiance, who he knows has a rocky relationship with the father of her daughter, tell him she is uncomfortable with him inviting his ex to their wedding and then have him decide “This means I should invite her ex as well”. Also don’t expect me to feel bad for him when she runs off with said ex.

Don’t have him spend YEARS waiting for one of the hundreds of girls he thinks is “the one” to be single and even ask her neighbour to spy on her and let him know when/if she breaks up with her boyfriend - again, for YEARS.

Don’t have the lead say he’s gonna tell their kids about his love story with their DECEASED mother, only for it to secretly be an excuse for him to go “By the way, I’m still in love with aunt Robin despite her having rejected me for 25 years, can I go screw her?”

Don’t act like making the characters reverse back into who they were at the beginning at the story means they’re gonna make things work this time when the whole point of their break up in the beginning on the story was the fact that they’re just not right for each other.

Robin and Kevin

A therapist who was supposed to help their patient move on after a bad break up that messed them up, dating said patient is a major red flag. It is also a bad sign that, when she cheats on him and wants to break up, he realized what she was doing to used his job as “evidence” that he knew better and that she should NOT tell her partner how she felt/what she actually wanted.

Do NOT have said therapist date yet ANOTHER patient that asked him help to move on from a bad break up. Seriously, Kevin was a creep, stop acting like he was some angel who “deserved better than Robin.”

BONUS: How NOT to break up a couple - Barney and Robin edition

Don’t act like their relationship falling appart after their friends kept meddling, and even kept them locked in a room against their will until they labeled their relationship as something they aproved of, is somehow “proof” that they’re not good for each other.

Don’t retcon their relationship to force a break up (seriously, Barney was super supportive of Robin long before he even fell in love with her, but I’m supposed to believe he’d be a bad boyfriend who is never there for her? And he loved advantures and always said “challenge accepted”, but was suddenly miserable travelling the world with her and couldn’t deal with not having wi-fi at the hotel? Fuck off)

Don’t spend an entire season focusing on their wedding, have them get married and then divorce THE NEXT FUCKING EPISODE! Why do you hate your audience? Even people who don’t want them together can see this a terrible idea.

And most important of all, when people question what the fuck were you thinking, don’t have a meltdown on twitter and say that people who think Barney can change are responsible for Donald Trump being elected, you fucking weirdo, go see a therapist (that isn’t like Kevin)

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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