#whatsapp cheating messages

[stiphenpaul8]

How to check my husband whatsapp

If you think your partner is in a relationship with someone else before and after marriage, then you might want to know how to check my husband Whatsapp messages before leaving your relationship. To do this, you need a perfect monitoring solution to keep track of their activities, and spymaster pro is the one you need to know the hidden realities behind him. Visit to know more in detail.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Code of Conduct 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss has a difficult time keeping his personal life from bleeding into his work. 

Characters: Steve Rogers, this reader is known as Rosie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

“Mr. Rogers’ office. This is Rosie, how can I hel--” 

“Where is he?” Peggy’s voice cuts over your own. 

“Oh, hello, Mrs. Rogers, he’s currently in a meeting--” 

“Get him.” 

“Mrs.--” 

“Don’t argue with me. Go get him. Are you not his assistant?” She challenges brusquely. 

Her accent adds to the sharpness of her words. Her curt demeanour is a stark contrast to her husband. Your boss is always amiable, accommodating even, but the few times you’ve dealt with his wife have been similarly tense. You put a smile on so she can’t hear your anxiety. 

“Of course, Mrs. Rogers,” you preen, “I’ll put you on a quick hold.” 

“No, you will get him. No hold.” 

You suck in a sigh and hold your breath in your chest, “of course.” 

You set the phone down. You don’t see how her hearing your desktop will be any better but you wouldn’t want to irritate her further. It must be urgent. 

You stand and smooth out your dress. You step out from behind your desk, digging your nails into your palms as you ball your fists tight. You get nervous about most things. Answering the phone took your months to get used to and even now you tend to fumble over your words. 

You go to the door and brace yourself. You don’t know why you expect Mr. Rogers to be upset. He’s never been anything close to rude. Maybe short in times of stress but not unpleasant. You knock and wait as you twiddle your fingers against your striped pleats. 

It isn’t Mr. Rogers who answers by Mr. Barnes. You give a sheepish smile, “excuse me, doll.” 

He steps past you and you bid him a good day. He leaves without further courtesy and Mr. Rogers calls your name from within, “need something?” He asks. 

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Rogers is on the phone.” 

He doesn’t seem happy about that. His cheek dimples and he nods, wiggling his pen at you, “patch her through.” 

You go back to your desk and pick up the receiver, “hello, Mrs. Rogers, he’s available now--” 

“I don’t want to talk to you, honey. Where is my husband?” 

You transfer her without another word. Phew. You almost feel bad for your boss as you hear him pick up in his office. His tone is low and dull. 

You try not to overhear, letting his conversation drone into a buzz. There’s enough work to be done without worrying about his personal life. Your own afterhours concerns are more than concerning. You wouldn’t say you have much going on and that’s the problem. It’s moment like those that ease your envy of others’ full plates. 

You haven’t seen the girls lately. The group chat’s been quiet but you suppose you could go ahead and say hi. Your weekly cocktails petered out to biweekly, then monthly, and now you can’t remember the last time you let go with a mimosa. 

You peek over your desk and back at your screen. It’s not only on them to keep things going. You pick up your phone and open the chat. The last message is a meme Elfie sent about printers. You shake your head and send a little waving sticker, keying in a message. 

‘Long time no see! I’m in need of drinks. Anyone free? When’s best? Hope you’re all taking care.’ 

You’re professional tone shines through even on WhatsApp. It’s a bit lame but you’re an entirely different person in text. Most people are surprised to meet the mousy secretary hiding behind her screen after the lively back and forth in Outlook. 

You set your phone down and try not to stare at it. A reply never comes while you’re waiting for it, nor does water boil when you’re watching it. As you click around and try to remember where you were, the silence sinks in. Your realisation brings your eyes up as quickly as Mr. Rogers shadow. 

You bat your lashes at him in surprise, “need something, sir?” 

He gives a half-smile, the type weighed down by disappointment. He sighs and crosses his arms, leaning on the door frame, “you hungry?” 

“Um, well, it’s only eleven,” you shrug. 

“Mm, yeah,” he unfolds one arm to rub his neck, “I’m restless. You feel like getting lunch early?” 

“Sure, I can run out and grab you something,” you stand eagerly. 

“No, uh,” he drops his arm back over his other, “together. I had a reservation for me and Peggy but she canceled. I’d hate to inconvenience the restaurant and I just can’t sit and mope in my office.” 

“Oh, okay, I guess that works...” 

“Do you need to ask your boss?” He scoffs. 

You laugh at his joke, “do I?” 

He smiles, a real smile and drops his arms, “my treat. You know what, you earned it. You work so hard around here, a little employee appreciation is overdue.” 

“That’s so nice,” you chime, “uh, sir, I... I should leave an away message, should I?” 

“Oh, who cares, come on.” 

“Well, I mean...” 

“Ah, I get it, boss is a real hard ass,” he winks. 

“Sir,” you giggle nervously and teethe your lip. He watches your mouth. 

“You can catch up later. Come on, I haven’t played hooky in years.” 

“Hooky?” You stammer. 

He laughs, “a goody two shoes. It’s why I hired you but it’s okay to let loose once in a while.” 

“I know, Mr. Rogers, it’s just... it’s work.” 

“Too much of it and you’ll turn into me,” he huffs. “Please, I’m sure your husband would hate if you were never home. Never answered the phone.” 

“If I had one, probably,” you blurt out then look away shyly. 

“Really? I thought...” he begins and shakes his head, “doesn’t matter. I’ll grab my jacket and we’ll go. I missed breakfast.” 

“Um, sure, sir,” you agree and put your hand on the phone. 

When he turns, you look down. Missie sent a reply; ‘please, drinks are required!’ Ooh! Yay. 

[ltbunny]

creepy, pervert, boyfriend Mactavish is my roman empire

(fat reader because I'm feral and soap would little gnaw on your tummy like a chew toy [he loves you], excuse my grammar, English is my first language, I'm just bad at it)

CW: dub con-ish, unsolicited pics, consensual somnophillia,

Definitely sends pictures of you to the group chat cause he's so smug about having you,

Soap🧼

look at my bonnie baby

*attachment photo*

2:43am

its a picture of you sleeping against his chest, cuddled up, the flash of the camera in the dark room catching your back rolls and ass, his hand groping your ass and Johnny's smug grin in the back, somewhat visible but really not the center frame.

He sends another attachment, his mouth on your tits as he grins in the camera again, centre frame with your chest this time, maybe even a little video of him sucking your tits while you stir in your sleep, making little noises that go straight to his dick (and gaz's. he's the only other one up right now. simon and price wake up at 5am, they'll see it later)

He always sends more than he intended, but he can't help it, especially when he knows the boys like the pictures too. You're so soft and pliant when you're asleep, letting him spread your legs with ease, no panties, soap convinced you to let his second favourite girl (debatable) breathe, no panties on at night, same goes for his lil swimmers.

You said it was okay....right?

Yeah.

He can use you when you're sleeping, as long as he doesn't yowl like an animal and fuck you awake every night, once in a while is fine, he gets it, he's loud and he wants his pretty girl to have her beauty sleep but its been like 4 days and his cock is hard. Four days is long enough.

He looms over you and strokes his hard cock over your pussy, breathing heavy, his eyes never leaving your soft peaceful face, cooing nasty words with a soft voice.

And.... maybe the sleeping arrangements are fine, but the pictures aren't really... discussed... but that's just for him and the boys. You'll never find it anyway. What you don't know can't hurt you. The group chat could have confidential information! That's what he told you. He lets you go through whatever you want on his phone, nothing to hide, no girls, no cheating, expect his little hen. He says the gc, 'one-four-one', could have sensitive work stuff in it, and obviously, you trust him. You never peer or peak in the group chat. (Not like it has any top secret messages anyway. Why would anyone send confidential information in a whatsapp group chat? Silly girl, he muses, at least this way she won't see anything in the group chat..)

"Fuck, mo luaidh, ye so fucking sexy for me, even when all ye doing is breathing, it's like ye wan' me to cum all over that pretty pussy, your tits are going up and down, doll, fuck you want me to suck em again that bad?"

He grins manically to himself, leaning down and sucking your nipple again, groaning, stroking his cock faster, wanting to cum all over that pussy, it's been a while since you've shaved and he loves it, makes the cum stick better. He leads the tip down to your clit, shuddering at the warmth on his tip, rubbing it along the clit.

Cums right there, on your pussy and outside too, some splattering up to your soft tummy, he grins and snaps another pic.

Soap🧼

Call me Picasso cause i just made some art

*attachment photo*

3:08am

Gaz🧢

Fucking beaut

Get it pumped as the Scottish say

3:09am

He grins at Gaz's text and throws the phone off to the side. He ain't done yet.

(Price and Ghost have Samsing you can't convince me otherwise, soap probably has a fucking Huawei but let's just settle with iPhone for now, Gaz has an iPhone and a burner phone)

(You wake up sticky, covered in dried and some globs of cum and with a weird, salty taste in your mouth, you groan and roll your eyes)

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Privacy || PG10

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader, Kika x fem!reader Warnings: angst, cheating, wlw WC: ~700 F1 Masterlist

You were his. He had promised it over and over, time and time again. You were only his. He didn’t want to share you, not with anyone. Privacy - that was the foundation of your relationship. Everything was kept private, so he could keep you safe.

Or so he said...

You could still see the notification when you closed your eyes. The WhatsApp message that mysteriously disappeared before you could read it, just like all the rest. You could feel the ice spreading down your spine at the lie.

It was just a group message, just one of the guys on the grid. He said it as if you didn’t know the name of every driver.

“I’ll be back before you wake, you won’t even notice I’m gone,” he promised as he stepped out of the bedroom in a white linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You had taken time off work to spend the summer break with him but he couldn’t seem to go one night without attending a party at some club you couldn’t even pronounce.

You placed your phone on the coffee table and nodded your head like a good girlfriend should, just as he expected. “Be safe. Have fun.”

“Yeah, course.” He could barely hide his smile as he replied to a message on his phone, completely distracted as you did the same. “Love you.”

“You too.”

The club was full by the time you made it inside, unable to skip the long queue because you were just another pretty face, not one of the influencers or sports stars that frequented the place. There were hundreds of people but it was impossible to miss Mr Personality in the crowd, his smile wide as his arm curled around the model’s narrow waist.

The anonymity that came with the ‘private’ relationship worked in your favour as you made your way through the people. A few men took notice of your hips swaying with each step, but that was nothing new. Pierre had called you his ‘petal’, beautiful and in need of protecting.

“Hi,” you greeted your boyfriend when you reached the ring of strangers surrounding him. He dropped his arm from the model’s body and tore his lips away from her neck with wide-eyes. “Oh, don’t stop on my account, Kika is very beautiful.”

“It’s not what it looks like-”

“Of course not, it was totally innocent,” you interrupted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“No need to be a bitch.” You could smell the alcohol on his breath and see his eyes dilated with the thoughts he had of finishing what he started with the younger woman. He had been talking to her for weeks, waiting for their trip to align so he could do more than just slide into her DMs.

You watched his hand disappear behind her back and she bit her lip as he palmed her ass. “It’s time to make a decision,” you said as you crossed your arms. “Are you going to come home with me?”

Pierre looked between you and Kika, his eyes dropped from her face to her tits before flicking back to you. “I’m good here.”

“Let’s go, love,” you said as you held your hand out, making Pierre laugh.

His laughter died when Kika stepped away from him, taking your hand and curling her body into your side. The devilish look in her siren eyes had you combing your fingers into her dark hair as she gripped the tight dress you wore and pulled you closer. Her lips tasted of strawberry from her daiquiri and the essence of the rum was stronger on her tongue when she deepened the kiss.

“What the fuck?” Pierre growled as he pulled you apart to see her lipstick smeared on your smirking lips.

“You’re not the only one in my DMs,” Kika teased as cleaned her lipstick from your face with a promising look. “Isn’t that right, my petal?”

“Petal?” His face was falling with each passing second, devastation at his actions being realised the longer he looked at you. He knew he was losing you. “Baby, wait, we can talk about this.”

“You made your bed, Pierre,” you said as you shook your head and curled your arm around Kika like he had earlier. “Now sleep alone in it.”

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

I was watching a radio show on Spain, where they discuss the cover magazines every Wednesday.

Of course the main topic was Frederick and Genoveva. All of them are journalists and didn’t attack nor saw anything wrong because all of them are friends of her. They said that before the news broke, she send a WhatsApp to all of them denying any romantic relationship with Frederick. All of them believed it of course, but one of them said that he asked her if she met Frederick and she told him ‘obviously I’ve known him since many time ago because we have lots of friends in common’. So, that detail brought my attention because when she first denied it, she told us about the story of she accompanying him because of the sick friend, practically she said that they didn’t know each other, but she then said that she definitely knew him.

The only thing they all said is that, they didn’t know if she really could sue, since the magazine never wrote the words ‘affair, romantic relationship, cheating’ just reporting all the activities they did. So, maybe she knew her threat against them was useless, but she did it anyway just to shut them up.

Some others on that panel definitely believed that someone call the press and told the papz where she would be and with who. And lastly, they said that their Spanish royal correspondent on Denmark told them that nobody is talking about it on Denmark (maybe they don’t print everything, but if this was other royal, they would be accused of having gagging orders)

The pictures are from October so she must have spent the past couple of months managing the leak. That would explain the WhatsApp messages.

I’m not surprised to hear she is a lot of contacts in the press. All of the Spanish socialites who do the “prensa rosa” rounds do.

My understanding is that she gave the “mutual friend got Covid and I took Fred to see the Picassos” story to Hola! Then she called a reporter friend and told them she and Fred had Bernd friends for a long time and socialized in the same circles. Then she called another reporter and said that it was all lies and the pictures were not of her home. But, as you say, the article didn’t make any accusations. They just stated the facts. She probably can’t sue and this is all posturing.

She’s trying to spin it, but the apparently he spent the night at her house.

[deepseavibez]

Nerve_Epilogue || KNJ

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Nerve [Namjoon x Reader]

Prompt - @casnextdoor

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Part 30 - Finale [E]

Epilogue

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Genre - cheating; aftermath; husband au;

Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.

Word Count - 3.4k

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

A/N - This is it. The end of the first era. GODDAMN. I mean 13 months is a long time. And just for context, the whole au, is over 300k words. So if you've read all of that, hats off to you.

My amazing betas. Thank you for being with me on this long journey. @hxseok-honee for the first ever read of Nerve, spurring me onward. My sister from another mister, my love, @casnextdoor for the prompt, the one that started it all, betaing numerous chapters, reading my rants and essays on who what when where and why, for naming chapters like Dependency, and giving me strength for chapters like Finale [R] and for loving me, to always check on me and make sure I'm not putting writing before food and sleep and mental health which I have before. @shina913 for the whatsapp messages, the inspiring talks, the ideas and discussions, the betaing and the friend that you are thank you so much for treating Nerve as you have, as your own. @jaysdimples for the betaing, for the hype and the love and the genuine support and the voice notes and asks, sigh, I adore you. And my best guy friend who I know usually checks in on here because he's as invested in my writing as I am, and he's watched me pace around my office and squeeze in writing time and bitch about the emotions my characters are feeling, I appreciate you.

My honourable mentions, @moresarcasm for listening to me bitch about my plot endlessly and for always welcoming me with open arms every single time I needed it.

Some of the supports that I would not have continued to update without @justmewondering-recs you are absolutely the one that dissects and makes me think and research and believe and I have loved every single reblog even when they were long and clogged up the TL. @onlythehobi as if I can ever do without your username popping up, thank you for being there every single week and having me look forward to your feedback. @cuteipat , three reblogs at a time, the hype cannot be compared, thank you for being such a great friend to me. @blushingatyou, @codeinebelle, @toriluvsfics for the dms, that hold my hand and remind me that I can talk, that I can be true to my vision, that I am a great writer and how much you love Nerve and I have loved every single second of your support, you are absolutely amazing people. To my commentors I would love to name you, but the post only allows for fifty mentions and I'm out here like?? But thank you for the weekly reads, the comments, the INVESTMENT.

Sharing Nerve was something life changing because of the ones who have read it and have appreciated the au for how it's played out. It was by far one of my longest commitments and something challenging that I seem to have accomplished.

Thank you for being a part of this with me. Truly.

- Dee 🖤

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. - Sigmund Freud

'Not surprised to find you here.'

Helen lifted her head toward the voice and smiled. She'd heard his footsteps on the walkway to the terrace. If he didn't want her to, he'd have made sure of it.

Turning back, Helen let her surroundings in. The moon was high, round and white, sitting in the blanket of the night sky. Finding stars was hard when the cityscape robbed the tiny dots of its luminescence.

Helen preferred the city anyway. 

Helen Mei didn't have time to waste on trivial things like watching the stars and spinning dreams like a hopeless romantic.

No. She had a lot of work to do.

'You left pretty early.' It was more an observation than a question, but he answered her regardless.

'Namjoon and Hoseok were becoming… problematic.' He said in his signature robotic tone.

Throughout all her schemes and plans, Huru had always been her trump card.

And not only was he the strongest one to have, she knew he’d also never let her down.

Huru sighed. 'Besides,’ he chipped off his robot voice with each word, acknowledging her privilege to experience his emotions, ‘Kenta is too occupied to have me followed for once. How could I not make the most of it?’

'Hmm,' Helen smiled as she sipped from her glass, the golden liquid chilled from the winter air, 'the whole band seems to have that 'being a problem' thing in common. And a few others.' 

To be fair, Kenta was a great guy, Helen had a lot of respect for him. It was just unfortunate that he always stuck his nose in where it didn’t belong, most of the time it was all things y/n. And that didn’t bode well for Helen. Her now brother-in-law was too smart for his own good.

Huru stepped up to her, and rubbed his hands down her arms, before bringing one of her palms up to his lips. He gently nipped at her fingers.

'They won't be a problem any longer.' She felt a tickle from his breath.

Tearing her gaze away from the buildings below, Helen turned in her boyfriend’s arms. 'How are you so sure?' 

He gave nothing away. He didn't make a face. He didn't fidget under her scrutiny. He met her stare head on. 

It was his inner strength that had always called to her. 

'Every single one of those men has too much going on. And with your sister and Kenta out of the way, y/n will be more vulnerable than ever.'

Helen's lip curled up in distaste. Kim Y/n. A permanent thorn in her side. 

She didn't hate, y/n. Not at first anyway. 

But build ups only had one final destination. 

‘I’m surprised you didn’t come to your sister’s wedding.’

Helen didn’t imagine the twinge in her gut, but she did push it away as soon as she acknowledged what it was. 'My presence wasn't necessary.' Yuna made that perfectly clear.

'Well… your absence was felt.'

A streak of satisfaction curled around Helen's spine. She needed Yuna to miss her.

Yuna had always been one of the most important people in her life. They’d shared a womb after all. But beyond that, they shared memories with their parents, stories about the boys in the playground and the mean girls that needed to be put in their place. Clothes, toys, a mutual understanding of hobbies. Above all, Helen had always valued secrets, until Yuna stopped telling her those.

Sometimes… it really was a lost cause. 

‘Heli! I submitted my script for the school play!’

Helen scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. ‘The final draft?’

Yuna nodded excitedly.

‘Without a beta?’

‘Oh, I had y/n read the final draft. And I was just too excited to wait to submit.’

But we brainstormed it together. 

‘I emailed you a copy.’ Yuna turned to leave their shared bedroom. 

‘Uncle Kwang is treating us to Italian, let me know what you think when you get to it,’ she called over her shoulder.

Helen’s lip curled in distaste; a mild reaction compared to the storm in her heart.

They spent endless hours on the floor of their bedroom talking about characters, and reactions and, and…

It was not Helen’s work. Yuna had every right to consult with Y/n and talk about the play and even submit. But the act of excluding Helen, made her feel… small. Like her opinion didn’t matter anymore.

And it was not the first time.

‘Yuna I thought you were going with the pink.’ Helen watched as her twin donned a dark green dress with a skirt that flares from the waist, the pastel pink, sweetheart-neckline column dress thrown haphazardly on the bed.

‘Y/n said I should try a different color.’ Helen looked down at the light blue carbon copy of the pink dress on her own body. The ringing in her ear caused her to glare at her sister through the mirror. 

‘Just because she doesn’t like pink, doesn’t mean everyone around her should stop using the color.’

‘She didn’t mean it like that.’ Yuna dismissed her sister. ‘She just suggested I try a different color dress for once.’ Yuna twirled in the mirror. ‘And I have to admit, the green really compliments my skin tone.’

Helen had to admit, she made a good point. The green was a rich tone that offset Yuna’s mocha, but Helen was not about to say any of that out loud.

It was always y/n.

‘Y/n can sleep over.’

‘Y/n can share my blanket.’

‘Y/n what do you wanna do?’

‘I’m sleeping over at y/n’s, she needs me.’

What about me, Yuna, don’t I need you…

‘But Y/n said –,’

‘But Y/n thinks –,’

‘But Y/n wants –,’

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n! Always Y/n!

Helen shook her head against the thoughts and her rising anger.

She felt Huru's arm tighten around her in comfort. 

Helen could have dealt with her jealousy of Y/n's life. She could deal with the fact that Y/n had everything she could ever ask for. Both her parents. Old money handed down to her. A legacy to follow up on. 

Y/n had a path laid out before her, and all she had to do was live up to it. 

Helen wasn't whining in that aspect. It was good to be in control of destiny. Make your own choices and decisions. But she had always been indebted to her uncle. Yuna and Helen were not his daughters, but he took care of them anyway as if they were. 

It was hard to feel like she constantly had to ask, and there was a tab accumulating that was owed, but by far the worst was feeling like a burden. 

And maybe it would have been manageable if the ones present in the makeshift family, were able to actually be that family. 

But Yuna clicked with Y/n. And that was fine. Helen would never fault her sister with having friends and making them and she would do her best to get along with them. And Helen tried, she really did try to be friends with Y/n. But the more she tried, the worse it got. 

Then it was her house that y/n always be present in. Then their time. Dinner. Outings. 

And at last, it was her Uncle. 

‘Did Uncle Kwang show up, like he said he would?’

Helen loved her Uncle. She would always be grateful to him… and more than a little protective. A flash of y/n’s face crossed her mind… especially when it came to spineless bitches.

‘Yeah, he put on quite a show.’ Huru spoke, a tiny bit of admiration laced in his words. ‘I’ve never seen y/n that uncomfortable. Add in Kenta, Namjoon and the whole Scooby gang, all in all, it was quite entertaining.’

Good.

Helen could understand that Kwang connected on a different level to Y/n. She shared his knowledge of architecture, indulged in his hobby for non technical based drawings, and they connected on their perspective of the world. Animated discussions would take place over the kitchen counter as the food was cooked, views and comments on the latest news would be exchanged, debates on company politics… even Yuna knew when she was excluded from the conversation, but her sister took it in stride – Helen did not.

All Y/n did was takeover. It was in her blood, just like her father.

Maybe Kwang never did actually have the capacity to be a parental figure, but Helen would have liked for him to have the chance.

He could have attended Yuna’s plays, Neenah’s first trial, weekly family dinners if they were lucky, instead he was always cooped up in his office with Kim Y/n.

It wasn’t until much later that Helen had learned why.

It was disgusting the way y/n had sold herself. Whether it was her Uncle’s attention, or dirt on him so she could steal his shares, the game y/n had played was slow, methodical and beyond repulsive. Helen’s actions paled in comparison.

And for far too long, Helen had let it go. She’d stepped away, took a backseat, as a friend, as a sister, even as a niece, but once her Uncle told her about y/n’s antics, it was game over.

‘Heli,’ Huru nipped Helen’s chin. ‘Where’d you go?’

‘Thinking about our next step,' she replied wistfully. ‘Maiya is definitely out of the equation. 

'So ‘Neenah’ is not going to represent her and get her out?' 

Helen clicked her tongue, the light teasing in Huru’s tone keeping her annoyance at Maiya at bay. 'She's played her part. She had all the tools, including a gun and her role all but set out for her in easy steps and she still fucked it up.'

Maiya Song had been one of Helen's roommates in university. It was an easy friendship. Maiya wanted to find her brother, and Helen wanted to be a good lawyer. 

Over the years Helen had handled helping find Mihlan, convincing him of his sister's intentions, that all she wanted was to provide a better life for him. Helen had even designated herself the Song family lawyer, saving Mihlan more times than she could count and playing an active role in his journey in and out of rehab centers. 

But everyone had their limits. And Helen was no longer the soft-hearted, giving woman she was when she was younger. 

At some point Maiya was less of a friend, and more of a burden. But Maiya always begged, and pleaded to save her brother, even when Mihlan deliberately did the wrong things and joined the wrong crowds and Helen understood the love one would have for their sibling… But enough was enough.

Helen didn't even care that the most recent incident wasn't Mihlan's fault, he'd used up all of his ‘get out of jail free’ cards and Neenah had a lot more going on. 

Gambit had cheated her out of that promotion. Her superiors had known that she used a different name outside the practice. It was non-legal and not ethically or morally wrong. Her name on the bar was Neenah Jae for chrissake. 

But it was all too 'iffy' according to the board. And such a character could not be on the front-line of the firm.

They would live to regret their decision. Helen would make sure of it. 

So yeah, Maiya Song was done, so was her brother. They were effectively removed from the situation. And if Maiya sang like her surname implied, Helen had a lot more to nail her with. Mihlan Song had been very busy. 

And Huru had been saving her ass, so many times, in the secrets department and more. That heads up before Y/n and Namjoon visited Gambit was so small, but also one of many perks to having him on the inside.

'Thank you for splicing the footage by the way,' Helen curled her fingers between Huru's, 'and for planting the gun behind the counter of VIP3 for her to pick up with her Orbit uniform.’

Huru shrugged. ‘It wasn’t hard.’ He rested his head on her shoulder and looked toward the city nightlife. ‘When I was checking the counter for cameras or chips, I just had to strap it under, so the ‘waitress’ for the evening could easily get a hold of it.'

‘Yeah, Bree’s security is quite thorough, especially with weapons. Only certain bodyguards and security detail can get around the rule. Her own bouncers aren’t allowed to carry firearms.’

‘Too bad Maiya didn't use it properly. It was a complete and utter shitshow.’

‘Just like her brother.’

Helen clenched her hands on the railing in front of her and let the cold of the steel bite her skin. ‘It would have been so easy, so easy, if Y/n just left him.’ Or if Maiya just got a lucky shot.

As far as Helen knew, Y/n was always insecure about her relationship with her husband, she always thought she was less, that he deserved better. She was right.

And by blowing up at her straight after the confession and telling her to stay with Namjoon out of desperation, Helen thought Y/n would be too proud not to leave him. Obviously not out of self-respect, but of the fear that she really would never be enough for the idol.

Y/n’s world would crumble if only Namjoon was removed from the equation. Helen had already bided her time, waiting for her sister to take Kenta away. 

Having her husband, having Yuna, Kenta, the band to turn to, gave Y/n a strength that no one, not even Helen could contest with.

But one by one, her plans had been falling apart. 

‘As for the footage, it didn’t take long. The same system was used at the bar.’

There was a consolation there. ‘At least Kenta doesn’t suspect anything about that footage.’

‘He doesn’t because he hasn’t seen it. That harddrive was taken by Yoongi and Jin.’ Huru had been collecting facts ever since she’d decided to put him on their radar.

Helen knew Y/n would want to keep things quiet, always thinking practically about reputation and career longevity. But even then, y/n would want to have some sort of control of the situation when the pictures were ‘leaked’. 

A private investigator, one whose skills were too good to pass-up. Kenta knew he’d fucked up by pulling Huru in, but Huru was the best, and it was too late now.

Of course, Huru knew who Maiya’s roommate was. Helen turned her head to rub her cheek against Huru’s. He knew Neenah Jae, up close and personal.

‘But they can’t have any of the drive’s contents getting out so it's most probably destroyed. To top it off, the band wouldn’t want to actually see any of that footage again. It was too disappointing for them.’

‘Collateral damage.’ Helen heard herself say. The idea that Namjoon cheated on Y/n of his own free will, may have not played out as well as Helen liked, but it was still a solid one.

Getting a hold of the drive from Hazey’s bar was not a priority, but she would have to look into convincing Huru to take the risk to look for it. If Kenta watched it as meticulously as he watched the club footage, he’d find the parts that Huru deleted. Particularly the parts containing Maiya lacing Namjoon’s alcohol with hallucinogenics. If Namjoon were to be put through a urine test the days after, his results would have lit up like a Christmas Tree. Ketamine. Xanax. PCP. All capable of leaving him fatigued with uncoordinated movements, and completely susceptible to suggestion… he could have died considering she’d tied it all with alcohol, but they were a small dosage and it was worth the risk. Kim Namjoon loved his wife to obsession, and he was physically imposing, healthy, due to strenuous workouts and precision-based choreography, not to mention diets that kept him functioning.

Helen had to face it. A naked woman could approach Namjoon and he’d never take her up on the offer – Y/n was too important. 

‘The wake-up call for that family is necessary.’ Helen shook her head in mock disappointment. ‘If only they knew each other’s secrets. A relationship under the radar, the oldest’s secret obsession, the demons that haunt every single one of them…’ she scoffed at the information Huru had dug up about the band. It was only a matter of time before they fell apart. She turned her head up to look at Huru. ‘And you’ll be y/n’s knight in shining armor when all hell breaks loose.’

She scoffed. Y/n was always too important to everyone.

Poor Namjoon. The sad part was that he would never know, he was never the one at fault. The only ones who knew about the drugs were either in jail, or would never say so. Huru definitely wouldn't.

Huru smirked. ‘Jealous.’

Helen glanced at his lips and back. ‘Very.’

It was always the plan to make it look like he was into y/n. Everyone would be more focused on him trying to get close to y/n and not suspect ulterior motives. 

Possession. Jealousy. Protectiveness. They were all very volatile emotions, easily straining the band’s so-called strong bond with y/n and paving the way for an eruptive response purely for the cinematic experience.

When they broke away from their soft kiss, she breathed deeply, letting her thoughts be, oddly feeling more relaxed than she thought possible. 

‘I’ve never asked you this,’ Huru started, ‘to be fair, I actually assumed that this was all about exposing y/n and making her as miserable as possible in the process, but…. I have yet to hear of that part of the plan. So what’s the endgame?’

The question made Helen frown. It was a redundant one, especially because they were so deep in the game. 

‘Exposing y/n will do no good. We don’t have proof of it.’ Helen scoffed. ‘It’s a long shot when everyone trusts her so blindly. Any accusation… will fall on deaf ears.’ She folded her arms when Huru finished the last bit of her drink. ‘Do I want her without her family and her husband, sure, but my endgame has always been to separate her from my sister.’

Huru fell silent. ‘I’m not sure that’s possible, Heli.’

‘We’ll make it happen.’

Making y/n miserable was only a perk. Having her feel alone, having her loved ones ripped away from her, watching her life fall apart – Helen would be there for every minute of it.

‘I’ve already got Yuna across the country.’ Helen thought out loud. Huru tilted his head sideways in confusion. She smiled as she answered his silent question. ‘Who do you think negotiated the contract to get Yuna Mei to produce her own movie?’

A minute of stunned silence. 

‘Wow.’ Huru said without emotion.

It didn’t take much. Gambit handled the studio’s legalities in Korea. Neenah played a part in the legal team, and slipping in Yuna’s name, along with her resume didn’t take much work. Yuna was, after all, very good at her job.

‘I’d do anything for my sister, Huru. You know that.’ Yuna might never love her as much, as she had stated, ‘at some point it’s your character… and I can’t deal with it anymore’  but Helen would always look out for her. 

‘I know,’ Huru’s arms curled around her and crushed her to his front. ‘I’m here for you, baby. Whatever you need. I just hope it’s all worth it.’

It will be.

Helen was not naïve enough to believe that ruining y/n’s life would make her happy, but she did know that some part of her wanted to feel less… pain. 

She had survived losing her parents. She survived losing her sister. She survived being alone and having no one to turn to. She survived that failed test, the cases she lost, the physical attack from one of her clients, the misogynistic behavior at her firm, the bitchy senior lawyer she got fired, processing her uncle’s experience – Helen survived it all and she survived it alone. But being strong didn’t negate the amount of struggle she had to go through. And maybe she was obsessed and a little psychotic and maybe it didn’t make sense to anyone else and maybe it never would… all Helen knew was that she would not be the only one to suffer anymore, consequences be damned, but Helen Mei would not be the only one with a heart broken beyond repair.

Taglist - @casnextdoor @jaysdimples @belliebelle @pinkcherrybombs @sweetjellyfishland @blushingatyou @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue @somewhereinthestarss @k-brownsugar @namsona17 @taejinxkoya @notsooperfect @zae007live @its-hopes-world @shina913 @bri-mal @piecesofapril11 @kissme-ornot @toriluvsfics @agustdmwah @lochness-butmakeitsexy @petalsofink @definetlythinkimanalien @masterpiecejoonie @gcintia @danietoww04 @roguesthetic @rjsmochii @amymikaelson @hello-kittyy @mschievous247 @onlythehobi @deliciousdetectivestranger @daddypkj @callmemadhatter @rkivecenter @codeinebelle @creolesoul2seoul @nochelunaxx @serendididy [closed]

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Part 30 - Finale [E]

Epilogue

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

[thepolyamorouspolymath]

The ghosts of penises past strikes again... twice in one month.

I finally had cut ties with M. Like deleted his contact info from EVERYWHERE so I couldn't dig it back out some time when I was feeling lonely and unattractive.

I didn't block him, because he hadn't been responding the last time I tried talking to him, and because I made a promise once to always be there for him if he needed me. He may have no sense of honor and he may never keep his word, but I'm not that person. If I PROMISE (rather than just saying I will) I fucking stick to it. I have too many broken promises and cracks in my heart from them to do otherwise.

So I'm sitting here one day chilling, working on some research, and I see the whatsapp notification on my bar. I assume it's this company that always sends me promos or a back up running. Nope, it's him.

He beats around the bush for awhile before making it clear he was looking for sex. And I said no, that he should remember my stance on casual meaningless sex. He suggested an ongoing thing getting to know each other. When I asked why he reached out to me when he could find someone easily to cheat on his gf with he gave me some bullshit. Then said how he didn't want to get back together, it'd take a lot of long conversations before we got there and I straight up laughed. For a solid 3 minutes straight. Then went why would I want to repeat the worst mistake I ever made. Not that he meant it -- those conversations would never happen unless he needed me to feel guilty about something and he was never going to want a relationship with me. It was the equivalent of the married man leaving hints he'd leave his wife for you if things worked out. I listed all the shit he pulled and he got mad, how it reminded him of how I'd berate him and never let go of anything (a, he kept doing the sane shit and b, funny how that's the same thing he said about all his exes to me way back when) and he'd just been thinking with his dick again and should find someone easier and thanks for the reminder. So I responded even his dick should have known better than to try to hook up with me after making his disdain for me clear, abd that he absolutely should find someone else bc not only did my mind not want him but I was bone dry at the idea of him ever touching me again.

Then I think he deleted whatsapp despite needing to talk to people in Europe, because his pic and stuff went but it didn't tell me I was blocked which it usually does, I think. Fucking coward.

So we'll see how long this sticks, as it's fine for him to ignore me but he can't stand when I don't want him. Hopefully forever.

Then I get a message yesterday. A guy I went out with 3 times in January or something. Guy wanted me to accept scraps of time when his wife thought he was with friends bc she wanted a don't ask don't tell. Even I had more self respect than that. Oh and he wanted a lifestyle partner, not a life partner. Not bc he loves his wife but bc he likes his life the way it is and if he could squeeze in some kink on his terms only, so much the better. I shot that shit down and called him out for being completely manipulative and selfish, qualities he thought he'd left behind and no, still the same guy he was when some other poor woman had to call him on it and I said so. I'm not shy.

He acknowledged I'd been right, apologized, asked to be friends first, and to unblock him on fet. I said I'd agree to friends, and he proceed to pull all kinds of manipulative crap in the course of one conversation -- still saying he wanted a lifestyle partner to which I asked why I'd want that now when I already turned down that same offer from the same guy months ago. I called him out on his refusal to compromise or adjust anything in his life, because I'm worth more than his leftover crumbs. He said how not many guys would drive out to the city I'm moving to and again I laughed -- does he think that a college town is devoid of men? No, most guys from the burbs probably wouldn't drive out there which is why I'm not dating at the moment and will find one out there if I want one. Fuck, with as young as I look I could probably have my pick of frat guys. I'm like that was manipulative implying I should settle for my last chance, and it wasn't subtle or accurate. Do better if you want to con me.

I'm so not interested in men. They continually disappoint me, with one exception who sadly lives too far away for more than occasional sexting and being an exceptional friend.

The ghost can start passing me right on. I can't think of a man I've dated that I feel the urge to test drive again. Thanks but I finally figured out that chasing my mistakes won't undo them and the time I spent is a sunk cost, and trying to recoup sunk costs has never ended well for anyone.

[taxlecrivain]

Throwback to this interaction from an old dating app;;;; the mild(?) absurdity is funny

1st pic: the yellow text is my commentary, after the fact

—

—

Omgg look at me 👆🏽 trying so hard to be patient, not even because I'm infantilizing anyone, but just because we return to the root of "People deserve unconditional kindness" and that you assume the best about them (who knows? bro's english wasn't good to begin with; disability; etc etc not his fault)

Then…

—

—

Translation:

"SERIOUSLY.

i wanna dive [i.e. suicide method joke]

1. there was nothing in my bio, to make you want to ask about exes

2. […] what's with you and people's exes?? busybody af

wouldn't be so bad if i already knew you. but here it's the first question?!"

—

—

Being brutally honest, bc that's my talent and I enjoy Big Clit Energy communication 👆🏽

Next,

—

—

Translation:

[…]

"I'm so pissed like, regardless if you're disabled etc., your communication still makes me irritated. [Like, I have all the empathy in the world for you AND the absolute best assumptions. But in the real world, you still end up doing physical things that DO make me upset, even as I understand perfectly that this may NOT be your intention, and maybe BOTH of us don't know how to explain to each other how to improve this.] He never ONCE acknowledged a single thing I ever said tffffff

I sent him a song, he didn't acknowledge it. […]

I said, "look at my bio," he asks about my exes.

—

—

"I sent him those long messages [the "I feel cheated" elaboration in the 3rd pic], he goes straight to "my hands use desktop instagram/whatsapp better". Like fine it's your accommodation for your physical disability. But he never gave explanations/acknowledged anything I said k 🙄 His first impression was misleading af

[…]

[…]

Ok so. The guy's selfies always had him in a wheelchair, clearly he needs it. I also can't guess how paralyzed or fatigued or in pain he is, because he said NOTHING about it. His bio and opening message were LIVELY. "haha I like pizza, wanna get to know each other?" type shit. He set this up.

After that, NOTHING else from him reached those early standards 😭

Not a horrifying end-of-the-world deal, but just stating the fact: I was a victim of his inconsistency/fakeness/?unknowable situation?/?inexplicable situation? 💀

Plus I've told him early on that he could not get my personal socmeds, because we just met and I was uncomfortable. He asked the first time, but then he asked again, because instagram or whatsapp have a voice message button that's accessible to him.

Cool, great, fine—no a stranger fucking still cannot have my socmed, but I noticed the app we were on can record voice messages! Hey there, "dude I'm still willing to be 99% patient with", I'm reaching a hand out towards you, and showing you that this exists, so we could possibly continue interacting!

*gets unmatched/banned*

💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽🕺🏽

sighh anyways. funny as hell

Bro could've explained at ANY moment how disabled he was, but absolutely DIDN'T,

and EVERY reply felt like starting a new conversation from scratch because NOTHING I ever said was acknowledged EVER

[Like, I have all the empathy in the world for you AND the absolute best assumptions. But in the real world, you still end up doing physical things that DO make me upset, even as I understand perfectly that this might NOT be your intention, and maybe BOTH of us don't know how to explain to each other how to improve this.]

Good people, ass communication.

Good people, inability to just guess what each other's disabilities are.

[sophiataylor221]

PHONE HACKER, FOR REMOTELY ACCESSING SMARTPHONES > FOLKWIN EXPERT RECOVERY.

You can be very sure to reach Folkwin Expert Recovery and contact them through this Email: FOLKWINEXPERTRECOVERY { @ } TECH-CENTER { dot } COM Or WhatsApp: +1 {769} - 280 - 0965 Telegram: @Folkwin_expert_recovery. ln a world where technology plays a significant role in our lives, the discovery of infidelity through digital means has become  increasingly common. With the emergence of advanced tools and techniques, one such solution that has gained attention is Folkwin Expert Recovery. This article aims to introduce you to the capabilities of Folkwin Expert Recovery and how it claims to expose a cheating spouse by hacking their phone to gain access to messages. A leading-edge program called Folkwin Expert Recovery can assist you in revealing the truth that may be hiding in the shadows of your online life. It's similar to having a Folkwin at your side who is prepared to perform magic and divulge previously unknown information. Using advanced techniques and algorithms, Folkwin Expert Recovery  can access and retrieve data from various sources, including smartphones. It delves into the labyrinth of technology, navigating through firewalls and encryption to uncover messages and information that may have been hidden or deleted. Phone hacking might sound like something out of a Hollywood movie, but it's a real phenomenon that has become more prevalent in our digital age. It involves gaining unauthorized access to someone's device to retrieve or manipulate data, such as messages, photos, or call logs. When it comes to choosing a tech team to help you gather evidence of your suspicions, doing your research is crucial. Start by looking into the team's track record and client testimonials. Have they successfully assisted others in similar situations? Do their clients speak highly of their work? Reading reviews and testimonials can give you valuable insights into their reputation and expertise. Certifications and industry recognition are important indicators of a tech team's expertise and professionalism. Look for teams that have relevant certifications and memberships in professional organizations. These credentials demonstrate that they have met certain standards and are committed to staying up-to-date with the latest industry practices. A reputable team will proudly display their certifications and any industry awards they have received. Their proficiency in digital forensics allows them to navigate through complex digital footprints, ensuring no stone is left unturned. Moreover, working with a specialized team like Folkwin Expert Recovery means you're partnering with experts who understand the nuances of relationship investigations. Their experience and knowledge in this specialized field give you an added advantage in gathering the evidence you need. Remember, the journey of uncovering infidelity is not an easy one, but with the right team by your side, you can gain the clarity and evidence you seek. Folkwin Expert Recovery is here to provide an unmatched level of expertise and support to help you through this challenging time. I send my regards, Sophia Taylor.

[sugarmummiez]

rich sugarmommy from eldoret

I’m Ellen, a 43-year-old, single, well-off woman from eldoret. My man is going to get paid on a monthly basis. All he needs to do is remain faithful without fail and never try to con me by sleeping with other women. I’ll make his way of life better.

A man who is disciplined, trustworthy, and seeking a mature relationship interests me. I want a willing sugar boy that is deserving of respect and affection, not a cheating man, someone I can trust with my body. I’m a driven woman looking for hookups.

If you’re interested in hooking up with wealthy sugar mommies in Kenya right now, please message the admin on Telegram or WhatsApp at 0717270897 or 0752442365.

[05sugarmummies]

rich sugarmommy from eldoret

I’m Ellen, a 43-year-old, single, well-off woman from eldoret. My man is going to get paid on a monthly basis. All he needs to do is remain faithful without fail and never try to con me by sleeping with other women. I’ll make his way of life better.

A man who is disciplined, trustworthy, and seeking a mature relationship interests me. I want a willing sugar boy that is deserving of respect and affection, not a cheating man, someone I can trust with my body. I’m a driven woman looking for hookups.

If you’re interested in hooking up with wealthy sugar mommies in Kenya right now, please message the admin on Telegram or WhatsApp at 0717270897 or 0752442365.

[availablerichsugarmummies]

rich sugarmommy from eldoret

I’m Ellen, a 43-year-old, single, well-off woman from eldoret. My man is going to get paid on a monthly basis. All he needs to do is remain faithful without fail and never try to con me by sleeping with other women. I’ll make his way of life better.

A man who is disciplined, trustworthy, and seeking a mature relationship interests me. I want a willing sugar boy that is deserving of respect and affection, not a cheating man, someone I can trust with my body. I’m a driven woman looking for hookups.

If you’re interested in hooking up with wealthy sugar mommies in Kenya right now, please message the admin on Telegram or WhatsApp at 0717270897 or 0752442366.

[acoustic-autistic-feedback]

as you probbably wont see it on snapchat

I wanted to talk to you!

But even you wouldn't talk to me

im reading your message now, with meeting it would have been in town in a public place... 😭

i literally wanted to fucking talk to someone and get everything off my chest 😭

I swear to god. I wanted to talk to you only you last night, and I tried!! I wanted to get so much stuff off my chest, rather than sitting here crying my eyes out

I never had any intention other than that 😭😭😭

You can literally ask kayleigh, mark whatever. I have no intention of cheating on you 😭

I swear to you, last night I wanted to talk to you 😭 you can see how many messages id sent you 😭

Please please please listen to me and believe me when I honestly say I had no intention of cheating on you 😭 I fucking love you! And exactly as youve said. Im never ever going to find anyone like you again. SO why Why an earth even intoxicated would I consider cheating on you 😭

What explanation do you want? 😭

I hadn't replied because my phones died, and its not charging properly hence I've opened this on webchat 😭

Rebecca. I was extremely upset last night and having fucking suicidal thoughts. Sex with anyone. Was not on my mind😭😭 I wanted to talk to someone. And you ask why her. Because I could vent to someone then walk away. That was my thought behind it 😭

Please don't do anything silly in maidstone 😭 I would honestly take a lie detector test right now because I did not want anything more than a bloody talk 😭😭😭

I told you that time, why I cheated on my ex. I told her, and came open to her. I couldn't even do anything when I was "Cheating" do you know how wrong it felt?! And I swear to god! I was not intending on doing that with you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i did not want to cheat on you.

im sorry i wanted to vent and talk to someone, i tried to talk to you.

don't you think if i had a motive to cheat i wouldn't do it on whatsapp! I fucking love you!!!! I wanted to vent to someone and then walk away. The same way people vent on tumblr.

go head and go out, meet someone. ill still love you.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Clickworkers are turning against each other

Brazil’s online gig workers, who power features like social media moderation and AI training, are increasingly wary of newcomers.

“We don’t give support to beginners,” is the first automated message one receives on joining a popular Telegram group for microworkers in Brazil. Microwork is a form of gig work consisting of simple tasks that can be completed online in a short time. Available on platforms like Appen, Amazon Mechanical Turk, and UHRS, the tasks range from typing out an entire spreadsheet to reviewing social media content moderation decisions. More recently, a popular microwork gig involves tagging objects in images to train artificial intelligence.  

The hours may be long but pay is adequate, Sônia Coêlho, a Brazilian microworker, told Rest of World, so long as novice “turkers” — as microworkers are informally known — are kept at bay. Turkers like Coêlho blame newcomers for triggering a drop in rates paid by microwork platforms. The community is bracing for a flood of new jobs that they believe are inevitable given the rise of AI, and experienced turkers have been trying to keep those future opportunities to themselves.

Microworkers are spread across the world (Coêlho is from the remote city of Foz do Iguaçu, on the triple border dividing Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay), so they typically communicate, gossip, and share tips and grievances in online spaces. On social media platforms like Facebook, there are dozens of public groups for Brazilian turkers. On Telegram and WhatsApp, microworkers constantly create new private groups based on geographical location, microwork platform, or type of project. 

Over time, the camaraderie across these forums has given way to competition and hostility. The private Telegram group with an unfriendly introductory message — accessed by Rest of World — also has policies aimed at dissuading newcomers from joining. One includes a ban on sharing cheat sheets to tests that give microworkers access to more gigs — those are reserved for a select few in a different, more exclusive chat group. Violations result in bans. 

Continue reading.

[log6]

notifications in my phone like missed call (best friend, sick, calling back), missed call (mother, intentionally missed), missed call (father, missed because his attempts to call last exactly 3 seconds), message from friend in Strasbourg (insane news), message from friend in Seattle (insane news), message from friend on Aurora (insane tech discovery), message from friend in Amsterdam (night out debrief), whatsapp message from boy I'm talking to (Puerto Rican crush), instagram message from boy I'm talking to (slept with, lied to me about being in open relationship, cheated on his BF with me, feels bad about it), grindr message from other best friend (calling me a whore), whatsapp message from brother (asking me to buy him another pearl necklace), storage almost full,

[fightingborderline]

How to deal w a partner who thinks you're lying, holding things back, and even cheating!! I am not doing these things but he thinks this by the most little things.

Example: I said I was showering at around 6 in the evening, he came around about 11 in the evning and the shower floor wasn't wet anymore so he thought I showered somewhere else with someone else.

I had 1 (idk how to call in in english) thing on my WhatsApp (you know that thing that gives an confirmation that your messages reach the other person) but I had 1 for 5 minutes and he thought I wasn't at home because of the 1 thing.

I have BPD so this triggers my anger a lot. Being disbelieved, devending myself altho I do nothing wrong and I am not cheating or lying..

He has an ex that actually did these things, but he cant disconnect these experience from our relationship. And also believes that he really has a reason to believe his thoughts...

It hurts because I will never say that I am worthy and beautiful and these things, but that 1 thing I can say about myself is that I am always honest and loyal... so it hurts.