𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽

[deviousyolo]

Have you seen YOLOTL ‘YOLO’ CÓRCEGA ? This TWENTY-FIVE year old is a BUSINESSWOMAN who resides in MANHATTAN. SHE has been living in NYC for SIX YEARS, and is known to be SHREWD and DEVOTED, but can also be STOIC and CALLOUS, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with THE SOUND OF HIGH HEELS ON MARBLE FLOOR and THE SMELL OF OLD BOOKS.

TRIGGER WARNING: mention of cheating, kidnapping, criminal activities, divorce, family separation and horrible decision making skills. // @codstarters​

are you all ready for yet another mess no one asked for and y’all will get tired of? 👀 let’s go @iddlehcarts​

HISTORY

CHEATING AND FAMILY SEPARATION TW: Yolotl was born in Tequila, Jalisco on September 15th 1994, the product of an illicit affair between her father, Gabriel Córcega, an important business owner largely known in Mexico and one of his employees; Rocío Guadalupe Álvarez. The impromptu news didn’t sit right with Marcela Del Valle, Gabriel’s wife, who immediately ordered her husband to disappear every trace of his affair before anyone in town found out. What no one expected was for Rocío to give birth to two little girls: twins.

Gabriel, in dispair, gave Rocío some savings he had and helped her disappear from Tequila, not without an agreement whatsoever: he’d get to keep one of the kid and raise her.

When Gabriel returned to the house with Yolo in his arms but no trace of Rocío, Marcela agreed on playing make-belief and tell the world the little girl was the second child of the marriage. The family never spoke of this again.

She and her older (for 2 years and a half) brother, Daniel grew up surrounded by luxury: anything money could buy was granted to them as the Córcega name grew exponentially during Yolotl’s first years of life, the family went from having a sucessful tequila emporium to become a brand: nightclubs, hotels, soccer teams and more. The Córcega marriage decided the best and safest idea for the two kids was to be homeschooled, since the family traveled a lot due to the various businesses around the world Gabriel possessed.

Being only the two siblings most of the time, since their parent’s schedule was quite busy, Yolotl and Daniel became best friends. He became her hero, taught her everything she knew and more, became the getaway to her biggest passion in life: literature. It was a hobby the Córcega siblings shared.

KIDNAPPING TW A few months after Yolo’s fifteenth birthday, Marcela (Yolo’s stepmom) staged a kidnapping to go off to Europe to live with her lover, except no one else in the family ever learned this information for a long time. The Córcega family leaned to live their lives for a long time, awaiting for Marcela’s return.

Upon Yolo’s graduation, the Córcega clan moved to New York and she enrolled in Columbia Business School where she got an MBA in Business Administration. She is working on her PhD in Modern and Contemporary Literature.

While in college, Yolo met someone whom she quickly fell in love with and the couple married not even a year after meeting, against all odds and advices from others. The first few years were perfect,  Yolotl loved her spouse and playing housewife and was perhaps for the very first time in her life truly happy. During this time, Yolo started writing books she decided to publish as a surname, deciding she wanted people to like what she wrote authentically and not because of the Córcega name. On that, she succeeded, she became a renown author under a surname, a secret she keeps to date.

CRIMINAL ACTIVITIES AND DIVORCE TW: However that happiness didn’t last long (nothing ever does, does it?) Her father started having legal and health problems, her world was beginning to crumble which definitely didn’t help the already tense marriage which ended in a divorce after a little less than five years, leaving her heartbroken and on top of that, her father was in serious trouble with a criminal organization back in Mexico after refusing to keep working with them, something Yolo herself wasn’t aware of. Something else she wasn’t aware of: the organization being the ones responsible for her mother’s “kidnapping”.

Another truth that was told to her the day her father finally decided to speak candidly before disappearing was the existence of her twin sister and her real mother, which left Yolo brokenhearted.

Before parting ways after finally coming clean about all the lies her father had ever told her and disappearing, Gabriel named Yolo the CEO of the Córcega company.

NOW

Yolo own one of Manhattan’s most renown hotels and a rooftop bar which she tries to manage herself on top of being the CEO of Córcega interprices and the mess her father left behind. She’s… a little stressed™

Although Yolo is aware of Rocío her birth mother and her twin, she hasn’t really planned on looking for them. She knows it’s bound to happen but she is terrified of the encounter. She also knows she should get in contact with Marcela but... *shrugh*

She’s still on the divorce process and she is having a HARD time dealing it, she views divorce as a failure on her part, even though she doesn’t show it

PERSONALITY

okay so think angelica schuyler meets blair waldorf meets klaus baudelaire meets belle meets angela moss meets fuck up.

workaholic. i’m talking 24/7, work, non-stop. *fucking u and answering e-mails on the side* type of workaholic

big nerd, lowkey tho. she has like two personalities, the work-hard, femme fatale she uses with EVERYONE and then the nerd soccer mom she uses only with people she’s REALLY close to

uses sex and every advantage she has to get what she wants so… totes a dom but likes to be a sub from time to time and has all sorts of kinks lbr i mean what?

CULTURED AF

has a bit of an alcohol problem (i sense a pattern in my muses)

she used to have this bitchy reputation before the whole thing with her family went down and used to take advantage of that but she’s really not a bitch unless… yknow… you mess with her or her family or her friends then lmao gl she’ll ruin you, she’s a bit more human now i promise

a true slytherin, lives by the words ‘work hard, play hard’

TL;DR: lowkey a v sad and lonely rich girl who’s dealt with a lot who can act like a bitch but in reality... is only a bitch if she needs to be. v ambitious, workaholic.

okay honestly if you read that whole telenovela… i love you and if you read what a mess i’ve created (it’s my true passion in life) and you still wanna plot with her… you’re a goddamn saint and i’m ready to marry you or plot with you so hmu or like this for that. marriage or plotting, whatever.

[deviousyolo]

💜💚

[deviousyolo]

𝖠𝗂𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝖪𝖺𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇​:

“I am 80% sure that you’ll like it so I look forward to it!” The discussion made Aiyla miss just staying in bed with a book in her hands but with how busy she has been the past couple of months, she didn’t have the time to. Maybe, hopefully, she will once the recital is finished. “Ah, it’s your go-to escape! It must be really good then. When I get the chance to read it, I’ll be sure to tell you what I think. Who am I to say no to that?” She laughed, then realized that neither of them introduced themselves. “I am not the biggest fan of it myself but I can see the appeal. It is interesting for sure. By the way, before I forget again, I’m Aiyla.”

“I do too. Contrary to popular belief there aren’t many books I don’t enjoy at some point in life” she shrugged. There might be pieces of literature, authors or genres the young businesswoman may have problems with, but she could still appreciate it as a piece of literature. “Kind of, yes. I suppose is one of those books that resonate with you, or at least it did to me” Yolo counted. As the other introduced herself, the young businesswoman nodded along, giving Aiyla her hand to shake. “Yolotl, but you can call me Yolo, it rolls off the tongue easier.”

[deviousyolo]

𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒𝖽​:

At least Yolo didn’t laugh at her. Instead, she took Berry’s response in her stride, supporting her rather than telling her calm down. The simple response of acceptance had her eyes snapping to the woman’s, staring intently into Yolo’s gaze. There was power in empathy from an almost stranger. “It feels like all I am lately is emotions,” Berry admitted, sucking in a jagged breath, “you- you don’t have to do that,” she gestured to the phone, shaking her head, “I live all the way out in Staten Island I’m not close. It would just be too expensive.” The subway trip in had already been too much for the woman. At Yolo’s question, Berry paused hesitating before slowly shaking her head, no. “It’s been happening a lot more lately. Too much.”

There was something startling about the way the eldest woman looked at her, yet Yolo held her gaze back pointedly, encouragingly. At the other’s statement, the businesswoman merely nodded, hugging her book tight close to herself. She couldn’t quite relate to the woman’s statement, feelings never coming easy to her, yet sympathy was all she could muster noticing how anxious the woman before her looked. “ Feelings don’t have to be a bad thing” the youngest offered with a small shrug. As her acquaintance refuted her offering, however, it was the businesswoman’s turn to stare back. “You don’t have to worry about money, trust me. I’ve gone far away places for less. What about we get to a drive through on our way to Staten Island, get you something to drink to calm your nerves down and you tell me about how long you’ve been feeling this paranoid? I won’t ask for reasons if you don’t want to tell them yourself, but maybe talking about it may make you feel at least a bit better?”

[editspaola]

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[deviousyolo]

[deviousyolo]

𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗓:

‘‘it’s a true tragedy with his other work not matching up with macbeth.’’ his brows are raised again, chin resting in his hand as he gazes thoughtfully at her while she goes on. ‘‘gritty revenge thriller definitely is an attention getter. wouldn’t drag on as it does, and keeps you glued in. like the way you think..’‘ he trails off, nodding again. there’s a hint of a smile over his features once hearing her view on the book and it’s definitely enough for him. ‘‘you’ve sold me. i have to get it now, see what it’s all about.’‘ 

The brunette granted his point with a solemn nod. “Happens to the best of us, reaching a point of brilliance that is unmatched.” At his response regarding her own point about other Shakespeare piece of literature, she smirked. “It makes more sense than a romance novel if from the start, Romeo is in love with another. I don’t think that’s a coincidence, they were not meant to be, and they were a casualty of revenge. We just happen to pay attention to the wrong details sometimes” she argued. Then, her smirk turned into a grin as the other agreed on giving a chance to her own favorite book. “I think you might enjoy it, there may be some twist and turns I think you’ll find fascinating. I did.”

[deviousyolo]

𝖣𝖺𝖾𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇​:

“Well… yeah. You got me there, nice one”, he chuckled and offered a cheeky smirk at her. “I mean, you’ve never seemed to care much for talking, you know”, he teased, another soft chuckle. Their meetings were usually late and with tons of alcohol involved, not giving much room for actual conversations, as much as Daejung secretly wished so. But there was also the part of him that loved how much of a mystery the woman was, maybe that’s what kept Daejung coming back to her. There was some sort of thrill on the secrecy of their deal. “But no, I sadly don’t”, he let out and shook his head, the thought completely escaping him. As soon as he realized what he had just said, he cleared his throat a bit nervously. “I mean… never too late right? Now I ask… what’s your favorite movie? That’s a start”, he quickly added, an overexaggerated gasp at her next comment, thankful that such distraction from the thing he had just confessed came in so quickly. “Excuse me miss, what are you implying? Are you calling me a softie?”, he joked, rolling his eyes lightly to fake offense. “Ah, c’mon Yolo. For once please just admit that I got jokes”, he shook his head lightly, letting out a small laugh. “We could watch it together sometime… if you’re willing to ever actually watch a movie with me. Or is that a ‘too sober for us’ activity to share for you?”, he offered, almost certain she would decline his offer so not overthinking it. “I mean, do I look like I’ve outgrown my emo phase? Be honest, Yolo. Is this why you don’t like hanging out with me in public?” 

“And yet you keep acting surprised” she shot back, shaking her head with a hint of amusement at his grin. However, at Daejung’s next statement, she could only purse her lips. She had known from the very beginning there were only so many topics they shared, like their upbringing, being quote unquote foreigners, or being regarded by those who didn’t know them as shallow or conceited. Most of those topics Yolotl found hard to cover with people she was close with, less alone with someone she had classified from the very moment as someone who wouldn’t have much longevity on her life. However, the businesswoman had to hand it to him, he had a valid argument. Instead of refuting it, (knowing she could if she wanted to), she decided to compromise. “I like Roman Holiday. L'aigle à deux têtes, and weirdly enough, Almost Famous” Yolo listed with a shrug. At least one of the names had to stick out to the other, two of her options were wildly famous after all. “That is exactly what I am doing, calling you a softie” she confirmed, only to scrunch up her nose dramatically at his next point. “Sadly you do, it doesn’t mean they are good jokes.” At Daejung’s next suggestion, Yolo pondered for a second. It would definitely be against everything she believed in, everything their ‘relationship’ was based on. It was clear they were nothing but that 2 a.m drunk call for one another and that was exactly what she (and hopefully he) wanted out of their deal. And yet— “Do I have to be sober for this plan of yours to watch a movie? I don’t think I can face all that teenage drama sober” was her only reply. A hum came shortly after. “Amongst other things” was her response to his query in a burlesque tone. 

[deviousyolo]

𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒𝖽​:

Sunny felt herself blushing, if only slightly, at the woman’s compliment. Sunny ran when she could, and it was more of a stress reliever than anything else. Not to mention that she barely had any idea what she was doing in a gym with all of that equipment around. “It’s a miracle, really. I should really do more – one day it’s gonna catch right back up with me,” she joked. “You’re lucky you’ve got her, then. I’m sure she’d love to teach you sometime, if you wanted to learn. Or… I could teach you how to bake some things. Though half my recipes aren’t even mine. – Clearly I don’t have those. But I’m sure we can find something else.”

If Yolo noticed the blushing on the other’s features, the businesswoman did not comment on it, instead hummed at her statement. “Or maybe God has favorites and you’re one of them” she accused before smirking. Then, the brunette sighed deeply. “That I am, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her” she stated truthfully, before arching an eyebrow at the other’s suggestion, pulling out her phone to text her driver. “She’s deemed me useless for the kitchen ever since I caused a small fire back home, but if you are up for the task, I am certain she’d love to know I can at least keep myself alive and well fed. Do you bake a lot?” she questioned before putting her phone back on her handbag. “The car will be here soon, I doubt you wanna walk anywhere in your state.”

[deviousyolo]

𝖣𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗇 𝖶𝗈𝗅𝖿𝖾:

           𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃. The woman seemed to know her poetry almost as well as he knew poetry himself. It seemed like a rare thing to have stumbled upon. A like minded creature. Most folks would consider poetry to be dead. Something of the far away past. Old and stuffy. Boring. When — to him, it was boring in the least. Fascinating. A work of art. The kind of stuff no one ever did seem to write so eloquently anymore. Thank you, social media.  “You sound like you know what you’re talking about,”  Dillon mused, his gaze on the woman unwavering as he read the title on the book between her hands.  “Suppose madness and brilliance are a couple of things I, too, can wholeheartedly relate to.”

His fingers trailed along some of the books down the aisle as he still wasn’t quite sure exactly what he was looking for. Most of the titles were already familiar to him. And yet — some gems must still be out there. It had become his personal quest to find them and add them to his private collection.  “Let’s just say I am my own poet of sorts.”  His hand stopped along the long row of authors as he lowered it.  “No good finds just yet.”

The brunette arched a brow as the man in front of her regarded he once more. Although young in years (definitely younger than most of her peers), life had blindingly given her situations that had subsequently make her grow up faster than most. Certainly, most wouldn’t think so, judging her background and upbringing— yet again most didn’t knew her family behind close doors. However, through all of those situations and the constant loneliness, a companion had remain a constant in her life: literature. It was, after all, one of the reasons she had become a writer and an avid reader. “The best of us do” she complied with a solemn as the other mentioned he could relate. Was it being conceited, or simply realistic and sure of one self, to claim brilliance?

Impossibly so, her eyebrow quirked up even more, this time in surprise as the man made his confession, the book she had been holding onto falling to her lap. “Is that so? Anything I could’ve potentially seen before?” she then directed her gaze to the row where his hand laid. “Anything I can find here today?” the woman merely challenged. Then, the corner of her lips quirked very lightly. “Not a poet myself, but I might be acquainted with the world of publishing your own work” she confined. The words had only left her lips in front of people she knew, yet somehow telling a complete stranger was almost a relief. At least the stranger understood the love for the craft.

[deviousyolo]

𝖮𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝖭𝗂𝗅𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇​:

Olivia smiled as the other woman spoke, enjoying being able to have an adult discussion about literature rather than having to speak to younger children who didn’t really care much at all about reading or the deeper meanings behind the stories they studied. It was certainly a refreshing change of pace. “Of course,” she said with a laugh. “It’s just the way he’s so desperate to protect that childhood innocence that really spoke to me, I guess. My own childhood was-” she trailed off, not wanting to discuss the topic, so she avoided it as best as she could and continued. “It was interesting, to say the least. I had to grow up fast and I feel like Holden did too, and he felt lost and alone in the world and I guess reading it made me feel a little less alone,” she finished with a fond smile. The novel had always been close to her heart. She nodded at the brunette’s answer and her insight as to why it had meant so much to her. “I agree. I’ve always loved when author’s have their characters be book lovers too. It really does help you to relate to them even more,” she said with a smile of understanding. 

It had been a while since Yolotl had had a decent conversation about literature. With her and her brother (the one person who had made her fall in love with literature to begin with) being in a different country, it was nice to find someone who seemed to be as involved in the field as she was. Listening to the stranger talk about having an odd childhood, the businesswoman could only nod, understandingly. She didn’t knew the details and perhaps she never would, but that constant desire to recover a time on one’s life that had been stolen, she could relate. Alas, the youngest woman only grinned and nodded, knowing firsthand how some subjects were difficult to speak about. “Fitting, us being here” she mused, focusing her attention to the building behind them before turning to the other once more. “I am glad you had Holden, through it all. The first characters I hold onto were the March sisters, which sounds like such a cliché, but” she paused, shrugging lightly. Then, a hum. “Exactly. It’s almost like you are in on a secret, sometimes when the character likes books too, it’s hard to explain without sounding cheesy.”

[reina0sin0corona]

te quiero y ya

[deviousyolo]

[deviousyolo]

👀 got your eye on someone?

“There’s someone I might consider interesting. I don’t know if that falls under the ‘having my eye on someone’ category, but my interest is piqued.”

𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖣 𝖬𝖤 𝖠 👀+ 𝖠 𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨’𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖶𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 100% 𝖧𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖸.

[deviousyolo]

👀 if you weren’t living in New York, where do you see yourself living?

“Probably México again. I love it here, don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade the life I’ve forged here for anything in the world, but I miss my brother, I miss my family and I miss the food so bad.”

𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖣 𝖬𝖤 𝖠 👀+ 𝖠 𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨’𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖶𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 100% 𝖧𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖸.

[deviousyolo]

👀 what is something that would surprise people that nobody knows about you?

“Other than the... writing under a pseudonym thing? I am very good at basketball. My brother used to play and I would train with him so I ended up learning with him. I barely play anymore, but I am a pretty decent competitor. And I know a little bit about soccer, my dad is a fan.” 

𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖣 𝖬𝖤 𝖠 👀+ 𝖠 𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨’𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖶𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 100% 𝖧𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖸.