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deliciousangelfestival · 3 years

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I’m All Yours

Character: Ransom Drysdale X Female Reader

Words: 3,658

Summary: You’re working like usual at Blood Like Wine Publishing company, but everything changes when your boss ask you a favor.

A/N: English is not my first languange. Please pardon my mistakes if you find any grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoy reading this one-shot. Any feedback, likes, and reblog are much appreciated.

This one-shot tells you how the reader met Ransom.

It was a busy day like usual in the office. But it’s different for you. Your life changed because of a task given by your boss: Harlan Thrombey, the famous mystery novelist and the CEO of the company Blood Like Wine Publishing Company.

Your finger stopped typing on the keyboard when your colleague told you, “(Y/N), the boss wants to see you.”

You’ve been working as an editor in the company for five years but never got called to see the boss. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Before you knocked on the door to his office, it was already open by someone—Harlan’s assistant for more than 30 years, Phillip, also your godfather.

He’s one of the main reasons why you want to work in the company. Since you were a child, you have always been a bookworm, and your godfather Philip gave you mystery books as a birthday gift. Primarily the book was written by Harlan. You instantly became a fan.

“Ah (Y/N), you’re here.” Philip's warm smile and familiar face made your nervousness gone.

“Harlan, let me introduce (Y/N) (L/N).”

Harlan, who was sitting on his chair, his mouth curved into a smile. “Hello dear, I heard so much about you.”

He heard about your ability when working with a young and senior writer. You would help them if they got writer’s block. Even bring back their confidence to continue their work. You are famous for being a patient person to work.

Finding out your boss acknowledges your hard work makes you feel proud of yourselves. “Thank you, Mr. Thrombey.”

“My dear, I’m going to ask you a big favor. After you listened to my request, you could reject it.”

You nodded and sat down on the couch.

“It’s about my grandson, Ransom Thrombey-Drysdale.”

When you hear that name, you understand why Harlan asked for your help.

Ransom has published his first mystery book, ‘The Dancing Mask,’ and it went best-seller. He even has loyal fans. Harlan couldn’t be more proud seeing his grandson's being passionate about something. Ransom told his grandfather that he already had an idea for the sequel.

But it’s been two years, and he still hasn’t finished the sequel.

Rumour said he got writer’s block.

Harlan had sent an assistant and editor to help his grandson, but they couldn’t help Ransom. His grandson kicked them out.

Perhaps with your trait as a patient person, you could help his oldest grandson.

"There is something you need to know about Ransom."

Harlan heavily sighed about his grandson ”Brilliant writer but has rubbish personality.”

“Pfft…”

Harlan raised his eyebrows. "Seems like you have heard about him?"

Yes, you did, but you won't tell Harlan the spicy rumor about his grandson.

Trust-funded playboy turned into a famous writer. The playboy status is still there.

He's one of the top famous bachelors in the city. Your colleague would throw hot gossip about Ransom at lunch hour. All of the female assistants and editors working with him left broken-hearted, and Ransom gave them a crazy what-to-do list for the male.

"If you succeed, there’s an editor position with author Jonathan."

Well, his offer got your full attention. Harlan is your favorite author of all time, but for your generation, Jonathan is the one. You get up from your seat and shake hands with Harlan.

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Philip drives you to Ransom’s house. His presence needed to introduce both of you.

Ransom could be a jerk towards new employees, but he can't do that towards Philip because he was Ransom's former mentor.

You have got to admit that Ransom was tall, lean, and had a handsome face. No wonder why your female colleague hates but loves him at the same time.

Ransom knows who you are because Harlan won't stop calling his phone.

The first impression Ransom got when he met you; he thought Harlan was joking. You look so small compared to him.

He couldn’t believe his grandfather would send you to him. He called Harlan, “Don’t blame me if she comes back crying.”

“She’s different, Ransom.”

“Fine.”

After both of you got introduced, Ransom gave you many impossible tasks.

Your patience got tested when you worked with him.

Working with Ransom is a big challenge. But you won’t quit because you keep saying in your head that Harlan and Philip put their trust in you. Do this for them and the fans of his book.

Ransom thought you would be the same as any other woman who is trying to seduce him.

He underestimates you at first. It turned out you were a stubborn woman.

He kept kicking you out, but you kept coming back.

You are persistent.

One day he try to run away from you but it would be the last time. Because he almost embarassed himself.

While you were busy, he took the chance and went to the club.

His credit card got rejected, he thought that he would lose face around his friends.

Suddenly the server said to him, “The lady already paid your bills, sir.”

Ransom found you sitting at the bar holding a glass of drink with a smirked smile.

You appeared in front of him like a godsend, but the truth is, you’re the reason why he’s in trouble.

It is the first time seeing you being this confident. But how? He forgot that your backup is his grandfather.

You felt like a winner at the moment seeing him look dumbfounded. You put down the drinks and gave a big to the bartender. You walked towards him and took something out of your pocket. “I got your car key from the valet.”

Ransom wanted to snatch the key from your hands, but you were faster. You leaned closer to him and whispered, “Do you want to stay here without being able to pay your friends at the next club?”

There’s no way he would lose his face. Ransom wasn’t annoyed when you stood close to him; in fact, he liked the way you challenged him. “Fine.”

Ransom’s friends are surprised to see their friend let someone drive his car.

It was complete silence inside the car. Ransom keeps looking at the window while you drive.

“I think I get it.”

Your sudden comment makes him curious “What?”

“I finally understand why you like this car.” Your fingers tapped the steering wheel.

Ransom has a proud smile on his face. He starts talking about his beamer.

You listened and answered him. You realized that it’s pretty easy to have a good chat with Ransom. But if it has to be something that he likes.

When both of you arrived at his house, you thought he was still mad towards you. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, right?”

Ransom turns around and gives you a disbelief look. “Why would I? I have a story to finish.” It was an unordinary day; not everyone was brave enough to challenge him. With that, he has new material to write.

It was your turn which looked surprised when you heard that. You thought that Ransom was joking. But no, when he gave you the story draft, it felt like a miracle.

For a whole week, Ransom shows good improvement. Harlan was surprised when you gave him an update about his oldest grandson.

Harlan asked to come by the office. "How are you, my darling?"

Your eyebrows raised when he called you that. It seems like the news about Ransom makes him happy. You didn’t try to sugarcoat and tell Harlan the truth, “His arrogance was indescribable.”

Harlan let out a big laugh. He likes your honest answer. “But are you going to give up?”

You shook your head.

Harlan knew it took another level of patience to deal with Ransom. “Why do you still want to help him?”

You smiled and answered, “It would be a shame to let his talent go to waste. Didn’t you say he was a brilliant writer?”

Harlan has a full smile on his face. You’re the only one who understands Ransom’s talent. He wasn’t wrong for choosing you to help his grandson. “Please stay beside him in the future.”

Ransom started writing the sequel for his book again, but it’s still unpredictable when he submits the new chapter. It’s impossible to reach out for Ransom. If you call him by phone, he won’t answer.

You have no choice but to have a sleepover at his house. But later, unintentionally, you started moving into his home.

The only perk of becoming his housemate is that you could tell him directly if there’s a mistake—no need for chasing games anymore.

For Ransom, he lets you stay with him because he doesn’t want the first thing he sees in the morning is you sleeping on the couch. “The pillow starts to smell because of your drool,” he said. But the truth is, he felt guilty seeing you went home late at night and slept on the couch.

You are serious about helping him. Not like the previous assistant he got, all of them try to flirt with him and try to get a connection since he’s Harlan’s grandson.

He got used to living alone. The weird thing is, whenever you are around, he doesn’t feel annoyed and feel suffocated.

He didn't understand, but somehow he craved it.

When both of you started to live together, he learned that you're a natural caregiver.

You always make sure he gets everything he needs. He never got this kind of attention, even from his parents.

Ransom never cooks at his own house.

But you did. Ransom knows you eat when you are stressed. Usually, you will eat your favorite oat biscuit, but you will cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.

He won’t admit that he likes your cooking. Perhaps maybe in the future.

Because of you, he stopped going outside and became more focused.

Even his parents noticed the change; you gave him a good influence.

Everything you do, he found it adorable. He always likes the moment he got home, you would be there and said, “Welcome home.”

He loved it when you said that.

Both of you became used to each other's presence. Ransom doesn’t mind if you are wandering around his house while he focuses on writing.

Like today, you were organizing his old mail. While you were busy arranging, you found a weird mail letter. The envelope already opened, your curiosity won over you. You can’t help yourself to see what is inside the letter. You felt shivered when you read it; the letter was creepy. It must be from an anti-fan.

‘Your book doesn’t deserve the attention.’

‘Your success. It’s all because of your grandfather.’

Another letter said he uses a ghostwriter for his book.

After you read the letter, you finally could connect the dots. You knew the reason why Ransom didn’t continue the book sequel. It turned out Ransom felt he didn't deserve his work to be good enough.

All this time, he’s been hiding because he felt guilty. His family already underestimates and is skeptical about Ransom because of his bad history. Only Harlan believes his grandson. His success is because of all the connections from his grandfather’s company.

You remember the image when you enter his study room; there’s a lot of research and new ideas. Even you were impressed by his research, but he never put it into his latest story.

Ransom is a difficult person to deal with, but he always gives his best. You don’t know why but you feel sad knowing not everyone understands him.

Ransom walking around his house after looking at the monitor for three hours found you in the dining room. He saw that your nose looked red, and you wiped your eyes. He doesn’t like it seeing you look sad, “Are you crying?”

You were surprised to find out by him; you hid the old mail under the recent one. You answered, “No, I'm just allergic to jerks.”

Ransom tsked at your answer. He was this close trying to cheer you up.

Both of you are sitting inside his study room. You are almost done editing his latest chapter. Your eyes were still looking at the screen “Ransom; you are a good writer.”

Ransom’s fingers stopped typing; your sudden comment made him blush. “Uhm... thank you?”

You asked him why his book got delayed for years, then told him the truth that you found the hate mail. "Is that the reason why?"

Ransom closed his laptop; it took a few minutes until he answered, “Everyone looks at me like I don’t deserve it.”

“It doesn’t matter no matter how hard I work; people think I got success because of my grandfather.”

It's the first time you see him look defeated, and you didn't like it at all. "You know this is all bullshit. They don't know your hard work.”

"Your book indeed got published by your family company, but it's not just any other book that gets published."

"Blood Like Wine has a high standard. I bet your first book got multiple critiques and corrections from Harlan and Philip before it got published, right?"

"Prove them wrong, Ransom. Show them what you've got."

Ransom was silent; he didn't know how to respond. He never got this kind of encouragement.

You put your hand on him and said,” Ransom, let's finish it together.”

When you said that, it felt affectionate and warm, fresh and sweet. This good feeling which couldn’t be explained and his heart pounded like crazy. It felt good to have someone who trust him.

Since that day, Ransom changed even with his work ethic. It seems like, after that talk, he got motivated.

Because of your guidance and patience, he was able to complete his new book. When Harlan heard about the news, he was overjoyed.

Everything went so fast; now Ransom and you are in his book launch event. His book ‘The Twisted Mirror’ became a best-seller.

You are happy to see him signing his books and greet all his fans.

Harlan was also at the event. When you greet him, he pulls you into a hug. “You did a good job, my dear.”

“Thank you.”

You didn’t notice someone standing behind Harlan. “Let me introduce you to Jonathan.”

You widened your eyes; the day had come, and Harlan was keeping his promises. Your idol is here in front of you, but you don’t feel any excitement.

You’re supposed to be happy, but you don’t know why you feel sad for leaving Ransom. You hold your breath, put on a big smile, and offer your hand. “Hello, I’m a big fan of yours.”

Jonathan gave you a charming smile. “I can’t wait to work with you.”

Before you and Jonathan shook hands, you felt someone place their hands on your waist. With the perfume fragrance, you could tell it must be Ransom.

“Ughh.” You huffed because you landed on his chest.

“Don’t just stand there; we have to go.”

He doesn’t let you say anything and pull your hand. Ransom gritted his teeth; the way he stared made his grandfather guest scared.

‘He looks like in a bad mood for some reason.’ You don’t want to make things get worse and keep silent.

Harlan was watching how his grandson odd reaction. He stroked his chin and grinned. “Hmm, that’s interesting.”

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Ransom dragged you to his beamer. After both of you entered the car, he asked you “Who the heck is he?”

“Oh, he’s Jonathan, soon I’ll be his editor.”

“Hold on, what does it mean?”

You gave him a ‘duh’ look and said, “I’m here to help you finish the book, Ransom.”

Ransom look at you with disbelief. “What? After everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to leave?”

“It’s not like I’m going abroad. I’m still working in the company.”

Ransom’s knuckles grip the steering wheel tightly “(Y/N). What do you think about me?”

“Friends?” You felt a lump in your throat when you said that.

Ransom felt his heart get stabbed.

The ride home was awkwardly silent.

At night, Ransom saw you packing all your stuff from your room.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m packing.”

He doesn’t like seeing you gathering all your stuff. He was afraid to see you leave. Ransom couldn’t sleep that night.

He starts to picture if your start working with Jonathan. Are you going to stay with him? Make sure he’s alright?

No, he won’t let that happen.

The next day Ransom meets his grandfather at the office.

“You look like shit.” That was Harlan’s comment when he saw his grandson.

“Something bothering you?”

Ransom threw himself to the couch and hummed, “Hmm.”

“Is it (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, she’s all I could think about.” Ransom didn’t realize he told the truth to his grandfather.

“Why? It’s not like she’s quit.”

"It felt like it. I don’t like seeing her working with someone else.”

“Oh yeah, right, Jonathan.”

Ransom’s ears were itchy when he heard that name.

“You don’t want her to go, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t.” Ransom finally admits, if you leave, he will get lonely. But the truth is, he will be jealous.

“You should do something.”

It was easy to say, but Ransom has to wreck his brain thinking how to get you to stay. Suddenly an idea appears in his mind.

He grabbed his phone and typed something. After he was satisfied with it, he clicked ‘Post.’

You were in a meeting when everyone's phones got notifications at the same time.

“What’s happened?”

Your colleague, who gasped, grab your shoulder. “Ransom announced his new book.”

“What?”

You tried to call Ransom, but he didn’t answer. You were focused on your phone and didn’t watch your surroundings.

“Ouch.”

You thought you hit a wall, and it turned out it was Ransom.

“You.”

Ransom has a smirked smile on his face. “Perfect timing.”

Ransom pulled you to Harlan’s office. “You heard the news. Since the fans already knew I had to work fast. And I need my editor back.”

Before Harlan could say anything, Ransom brings you again out of the room.

Harlan is still looking at the closed door while Philip asks his long-time friend, “What the freak is going on?”

‘I haven’t seen him smile like that in ages.’ Harlan thought; he looked at Philip and said, “He is in love.”

Right now, both of you are inside the airport. After Ransom posted an announcement for his new book, he told you to pack and bring your passport.

Ransom knew you always wanted to travel on the Orient Express train. Just like your favorite author Agatha Christie.

You couldn’t believe it when Ransom told you that both of you were going to London, then to Vienna.

He remembered one of your bucket lists.

You almost blushed after finding out he was giving you this surprise gift. But you can’t help to ask him, “Why?”

Ransom chuckled and pinched your cheeks gently. “Silly girl, both of us worked our ass almost for the whole year. We deserve a break.”

His action made you blushed again. This time he noticed it, and it’s good for him. Because the purpose of this holiday is to steal your heart.

Ransom has outdone himself. Both of you enjoyed your time using the orient express train. The service was top-notch, the food, bar, music.

But Ransom still craves something simple. “All this gourmet food, but I still prefer your home-cooked meals.”

You felt butterflies in your stomach. It sounds like Ransom wanted you to stay.

“Ooh.. and hamburger.”

Yeah, way to go ruined the mood. You pretended not to hear his previous words and went back to enjoy the holiday. It’s been a long time since both of you could relax.

It’s a five-day trip; you met a few people, especially the elder couple who had dinner together since day one.

She asked you, “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Oh, he’s….”

Ransom made his grand entrance with his perfect hair and outfits. Your eyes couldn’t help to check him out. He hugs your shoulder and kisses your hair. “Hey, sorry I’m late.”

His action made your silently screaming inwardly, ‘What the heck is even that?’

You whisper at his ears, “People will think that we’re dating.”

He murmured with a soft voice, “That would be nice.”

Ransom won’t stop showering you with romantic gestures. You are afraid that you read the situation wrong.

You braved yourself and decided to ask him, “Ransom, why are you like this?”

“Because I like you.”

“...”

“You are the best thing that has ever happen to me. I want to hug you, touch you, and then after that kiss you.”

“...”

“I only want to do it with you. No one else but you.”

“...”

“Tell me (Y/N) do you have any feelings towards me?”

Your cheeks turned pink when you heard his confession.

The silence is eating his confidence; he was afraid of what you were going to say.

But he got nothing to worry about when you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, “I don’t want to risk our friendship, but I can’t keep this hidden anymore. I like you too, Ransom.”

The truth is… Yes. You do have feelings towards Ransom.

You want to stay professional. That’s why you want to move out as fast as you can.

You do notice how different Ransom treats anyone else besides you. It will be a lie if your heart doesn’t move, seeing how gentle he is towards you. But you won’t tell him that because it will build up his ego.

You finally admit your feelings because you don’t want to be apart from him.

When you smiled, Ransom felt his heart stop beating when he saw a pretty smile on your lips.

His eyes look at you with adoration and love. “If you say no, I won't know what to do next.”

“What are you going to do?”

Ransom smiled at your question. His hands stroked your back. “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart is beating fast, and you feel a tingling sensation in every place he touched with his rough fingertips.

There was a special atmosphere between both of you. And you like this feeling.

When he saw your smile, he immediately leaned in for a sweet kiss and hugged you tightly. He whispered in your ear, “(Y/N), I’m all yours.”

Check out Masterlist if you want to see their married life.

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broxklynn · 3 years

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The End Of My Candy Love

Warning!

Alright, so. This post will contain a lot. First of all, it's gonna be really sloppy. I'm very emotional person and I easily get attached to games, movies and stuff. I know it's a bit weird, but yeah, I'm a weird person. Anyway, that's why there's a warning: there's gonna be a lot of sloppiness, grammar mistakes (at least I think so, specially since english isn't my native languange) and it's probably going to be long. So, if you're intrested in reading my thoughts about everything - good luck.

First Adventure

I first heard about "My Candy Love" in 2015, six years ago. So, I was basically a baby (I'm pretty young). And I started playing a year after, I got totally obssesed with Lysander and I fell in love, seriously, haha. I was into writing back then, but I couldn't find any ideas on "what to write?" and MCL gave me just that - inspiration (that's most likely why I'm just a romance freak).

My Story

You know, I was a child so I couldn't really pay for AP, but I always found some kind of way to get them. But then I got my phone I just used money from that, geez, I was nuts. The old AP system was so iconic, looking for Nathaniel, finding Kiki, I'm gonna miss it.

Anyway, I got along with Castiel pretty well (which suprises me 'cause I found about walkthroughs in 2017, like year after, so maybe it was because I was a brat?), but I adored Lysander. Oh, I also loved Ken (I was so sad when he went away) and Nathaniel. After I met Armin, I liked him too.

Again, being a child and playing a game like this I came across all diffrent kinds of emotions. I was laughing, crying, dying from embaressment (this thing with Nath and locker room, aaa) and getting seriously mad (Deborah's arc, Priya, Charlotte). I remember impatiently waiting for new episode to come out or crying my eyes out during Lysander's amnesia plot. Jesus. I loved the way Castiel was teasing Candy, I loved this cute-clumsy Kentin, I loved the old Nathaniel, I loved Armin and most of all - I loved my precious Lysander. I adored the interactions between characters, how funny or cringy they were and how much fun I had. I even like this secret-dating plot even when it got on my nerves. I still remember staying up late to watch videos like "lysander illustrations" and stuff. I also really enjoyed reading MCL manga and I spent hours trying to translate it from Spanish to English or my native languange (funfact: I still haven't finished it! I don't know where to find those mangas) or trying to draw something from the game up ending up terribly failing. Anyway, I was crying during the prom thing, my Candy was so grown-up, I got emotional, haha. So, 40 episode came in. I was pretty excited 'because, me, being extremely naive (I got to say, I've never had a problem with Beemoov before, I started playing MCL in 2016 and Eldarya in 2017, so there were no major issues with them, only the price of PA, I think) thought that my Lysander is going to propose (I was a child, ok?) and maybe, there's going to be a second season with us living together. Haha, how naive I was. Whole episode 40, really got me tearing up, I was a wreck, seriously (When Kentin couldn't take Candy's bra off I lost it or this whole ananas thing in Castiel's route, omg). But I finished it feeling happy. I truly enjoyed spending my time on this game. But, then this whole university thing came out. And the fact, that Lysander, Armin and Kentin won't be with us foe the next season. I spent entire vacation crying (I was a kiddo, ok?) and being mad at everyone. I felt like I got robbed. It was horrible.

"A New Chapter"

I was one of these people who just couldn't accept the change. Not in the world. Never. They stole my Lysander, Kentin and Armin from me and changed AP system to some kind of bullshit. God, I was mad. Really mad. Seeing Castiel was quite nice, but I didn't fill the void of my baby. But, oh, my, God. When I saw Nathaniel I just couldn't believe. I said I was mad? Then I was furious. I really liked the old Nathaniel, he had his own vibe, his backstory, his character and it was just, damn, amazing. But they changed him completely, for what? They wanted the second Castiel? Yeah, they got it. Priya as a love interest was quite a good move, tho. I even though I didn't like her (in highschool or in university) I liked the idea of adding a female interest. But the thing that hurted me, was the fact that Lysander was taking care of the farm. Like, no! He didn't want that. He didn't like the countryside. He had such a potential to become a author and Beemoov didn't let him. God, that broke my heart. Anyway, I didn't spent a single penny on MCLUL, but I have to say - I kinda enjoyed it. You know, it was the guily-pleasure kind of thing. I didn't like it as much as I liked highschool, but there were some good or funny moments. I loved Rayan's kiss scene. I adored Chani. Or Hyun making us watch "Toy Story". Nathaniel's ulgy green hair or all these crazy threesomes. I liked it. Kinda. I hated Nath tho. The ending, hm, it was okay, I guess? I do feel sort of nostalgic thinking about it 'cause I got some nice memories from it, in the end. But yeah, going on.

Love Life

Oh. My. Lord. I was so sceptical about it. Like, I was sure that, at this point they're going to do "My Candy Love Mid-Life Crises" next or some other shit. But in the end, I "kinda" like it. It wasn't good like highschool or fresh like university, but I was nice to see new chapters with our annoying-cringy Candy, that I love (btw, I started playing other otome games and I realized that Candy wasn't that bad). Meeting Eric was nice, even tho, this whole cheating plot really got me ragging. Like, damn, Beemoov, seriously? And if you going this, why not with old LIs? Just kidding. Anyway, I truly enjoyed meeting Dan and Eric, the two of them were quite a characters. I won't forget them, hah. I was happy with single ending, 'cause I think about it as a "open ending" when my Candy can go back to my baby and everything's going to be alright.

Regrets & Complaints

Now, now. Where do I start? AP system was a freaking nightmare. Replacing old Nathaniel with some kind of weird Castiel was a nightmare. Removing Lysander, Nathaniel, Armin and Kentin was a nightmare. Not finishing plots was a nightmare. And why in the whole Love Life I haven't seen Amber once? Why Alexy never mentioned Evan like they're not brothers? Why Castiel doesn't care that I was dating his bestfriend? And why, in the world, after changing the system finding Kiki is so damn easy? Why AP is so expensive? So many questions!

All The Good Times

But, I got to say. I will never forget this bitchy Castiel, cookie-monster Ken following us around. Or cute Nathaniel. Castiel buying Candy some kind of weird McDonald's. Or Lysander's parents exposing him having crush on Candy. Or seeing Kentin kissing Amber (ew). This super akward-funny sex ed lesson. Deborah's arc and losing my shit over it. Or Thomas (this weird child) stalking my Candy and her LI in the park. And Lysander asking us how to hide a body, aaa. Or Armin telling us he loves us. Or Kentin. And Cookie ripping this huge teddybear apart. Or the water fight in Kentin’s spin off. And crushing on Alexy and later on finding out he’s gay. Or spin-the-bottle game and Lysander getting jealous. Or Dake, being a creep for entire game straight. Or guessing what was guy's surnames. And for sure, I will never forget this demonic Kiki dog.

What it worth it?

In the end, yes. Have I ever told you that I want to become a professional writer? Silly dream, I know, but writing is a huge passion of mine, and well, my first story was based off My Candy Love (it is cringy as hell, but I feel kinda nostalgic thinking about it). All these years spending on playing game that I wasn't supposed to be playing was amazing. It was one of the best experiences I had in life and I will never, ever forget that.

What now?

Well, Beemoov is working on a new game and I'm kinda optimistic. I know, it's really naive of me, but I want to believe that they won't f*ck this up, this time. And going back to Sweet Amoris, well, I truly missed this place! And the teachers... And Kiki. I wonder, when it will be released and will Beemoov finally open up about telling us surnames and ages of love interests. Anyway, I want to believe they learnt from their mistakes.

In the end. Thank you, My Candy Love, for creating so many memories. I will be forever grateful.

(I just re-read this post and it seems like I have really love-hate relationship with this game)

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insufferablelust · 4 years

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THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE. (II)

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all safe and warm. So this is the second chapter to this story, it’s only a filler chapter but expect some upcoming juicy stuff!

Disclaimer : English is not my first languange, so i deeply apologize if the grammatical is such a mess, i’m working on it! thank you for understanding.

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

READ FIRST CHAPTER HERE!

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CHAPTER 2

{The invisible leash i have on you is the imprint of me- the only one who can fulfill your every needs.}

It’s been a few days since the incident that left you breathless and flustered like no other. Things has been quiet, you thought— almost too quiet. It’s frustrating really, Spencer acted as if the words never spilled out of his sinful looking cherry lips. He has managed to kept his calm until now, sitting on his desk sipping his over-sugared coffee and reading a book, Bradbury’s if you guessed from the the cover, yet here you are obviously still distracted from the whole ordeal that you didn’t even hear Penelope calling your name as her hand waved,

“(Y/n)! Hello? Is anyone there?” She pinched your cheeks that snapped you out of your thoughts, you muttered a loud “garcia!” that has her grinning before scolding you “I hate to break you out of your seemingly wonderful daydream, but i need those paperworks you were supposed to finished on... an hour ago” She glanced towards the stack of files on your desk that you obviously haven’t filled. “Alright here’s whats going to happen, Hotch is having a bad night- from my observation so i’m going to get someone to help you fill all these out,” Penelope said with a huff, you’re about to thank her before your eyes widen realizing that the only person who’s clearly done with his paperwork is...

Spencer—,

“Reid!”

Garcia clapped her hands his way, meanwhile you snapped your eyes shut, nervously biting your lip- he’s right on your peripheral vision. You busied yourself with moving your fingers as fast as you can, filling in your paperworks as garcia ask the one person you’ve been trying to stay away from for a week.

“Would you mind helping (Y/n) with her paperworks? she’s backed up because she was probably daydreaming about a prince charm-“

“Penelope Garcia!” you whined at the cheery technical analyst as she laughed and once again pinched your cheeks “Alright, alright she’s going to strangle my cute neck so i’ll leave you both to it, try not to kill each other!” with a hysterical laughter, garcie sprinted back to her lair, whilst you squirm on your seat- awkwardness surrounds you and Spencer as he grabbed some of the files stacked up on your desk and pulled the nearby chair so he can help you to fill out the paperworks.

The only thing in the air was his calm breathing and the sound of loud background noise. And you can’t help but noticed the way his fingers gripped the files or the way he does that thing with his tongue whenever he’s focused on doing something. You gulped, as you tried to focus on your papers— you didn’t even realized you’re displaying nervous ticks before Spencer called you out on why your heels keep clicking against the desk and the way your fingers moving in a rush yet your handwriting seemed off, he said.

Damn him for being such a good profiler.

He placed his pen down, eyes staring sharply at you, wetting his lips before opening his cherry lips. “Do i make you nervous?” His voice rang through your ears like sweet venomous adrenaline thats coursing through your veins, his eyebrows twitched, head tilted to his side. There’s a slight irritation displayed on his face but that’s not all, you’ve been a profiler long enough to know that his eyes glimmered with anticipation, that the tone in his voice is almost condescending in some ways like he’s taunting you, that the tilt of his head suggests adoration, and that twitch on his lips suggests sign of boiling excitement.

As you were about to open your mouth to reply with the snarkiest remark your brain could mustered, Rossi announced that he’s inviting the team for an authentic Italian dinner (once again) at his house in an hour and that everyone must come. Spencer still held his gaze at you, suggesting that he awaits for your answer.

“I- um, thank you for helping Dr. Reid, i can finish the rest. only two more won’t do me any problem, you should go and head over to Rossi’s,” your cheeks flushed as the words spilled out of your mouth way too quickly. God where’s the inner FBI-Agent (Y/n) when she herself needs it.

“You’re not going?” Just then, his lips twitched down, suggesting that a tiny frown is forming. You let out a chuckle and shake your head “Oh no, um i already had dinner plans..” his eyes widen at the realization before he stood up, your felt your heart dropped out of your stomach- quickly realizing your mistake “wait! what i meant is a dinner with my friend, she’s a friend from college, and she’s visiting town to uh this book convention tomorrow, she asked me for a dinner last week so i obviously agreed, not that it matters to you but i just god i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to ramble—“

“Hey, slow down Y/n. I understand,” Spencer cuts your rambling off with an amused laugh, that made your heart swell, the embarrassment seemed to erase itself “yeah okay, but um have fun i guess?” as you heard him saying thank you and see you, you darted your gaze back down to the papers, before you can take a deep breath, you heard his voice one more time that has you squirming the whole night,

“Oh, and Y/n?”

“Yes, Spence?”

“You can text me your answer, and this isn’t a request.”

You’re utterly fucked, you thought.

TBC!

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thedevilsruby · 3 years

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Scientist team lead Reader who is bilingual? Like, there's a team of scientists working with Arlo, and Reader is like second in command? And Reader's kinda like Blanche, very work-oriented. Most of the others... Are not. When they screw up, they don't worry about immediately fixing it, and it irks Reader to no end. One day they blow up and start cussing the idiots in her native language (English is the second). Arlo walks in on that. And it's kinda hot?

Arlo hummed silently to himself as he studied his paperwork. He noticed your name on it and smirked. “Y/n, you never let me down. This is brilliant.”

You had done it again. Your careful study and work is what made you his Second in Command scientist.

You were always focused when you worked, nothing else mattered. Arlo couldn’t help but compare you to Leader Blanche of Team Mystic. But he better not tell Cliff, unless he wanted to die by a slow strangulation.

But there was the fact you also spoke Russian, one of your parents being Russian and teaching you the art of the wonderful language. Arlo thought it was amazing how you were able to speak both languages fluently.

But what set you apart from your team of scientists was you actually panicked when you made a mistakes, you apologized profusely and quickly found a way to correct your mistake.

The others...didn’t bother fixing them right away. They shrugged their mistakes off and said “I’ll fix them later. It’s not the end of the world.”

But Team Rocket needed everything to be correct. What good was having a team when only you carried the burden of being the only competent one?

One day, Arlo had called you into the lab. You didn’t know why.

You knocked on the door and came in, you were surprised to your fellow scientists in the room. They all looked nervous to even look at you.

You were confused. Why were they nervous? What did Arlo do? Why were you all here?

“Arlo, may I ask what is the meaning of this meeting?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you entered.

“Y/n, I just got done reviewing some experiments your team was in charge of and I noticed a mistake on one for the Shadow Pokemon.” Arlo said, clasping his hands together and putting them under his chin. “I was asking your team here and they said it was your mistake. Care to explain?”

That’s when it hit you. They made a mistake they didn’t catch sooner and never bothered to check, now they were blaming you! The nerve of them!!

You stood up furiously, fire in your eyes as you glared daggers at all of them. “Vy chto, sovsem yebanulis'? S khuya li eto moya vina? Vy zhe, tosty nedozharennyye, menya nikhuya ne slushayete!”*

Arlo froze like a statue. Did you just go into your other tongue? In front of him?

“Khren tam eto moya vina! Vam zhe, pridurkam, odnoy khromosomy ne khvatayet do prevrashcheniya v yebuchuyu kartoshku!“* You screamed, starting to pace around the room. You clenched your fists tightly.

Arlo simply watched you pace, too shocked to do or say anything that would stop you. You looked...beautiful when you were angry.

Even more beautiful when you were angry and spoke Russian.

“Y/n, please-!” A scientist by the name of Antaneka tried to intervene but your growl was enough to make him back off.

“No neyeeyet, zachem menya slushat', ne to chtoby u menya IQ vyshe, chem u vas vsekh smeste vzyatykh!”! * You continued on, starting to punch and kick random objects that were in your way. Namely chairs and stools.

“Seychas YA govoryu! Yesli mne ponadobitsya mneniye bezmozglogo lenivogo kuska der'ma, ya razob'yu tebe tvoyu tupuyu bashku, dostanu ottuda mozg, kotorym ty vse ravno, gad, ne pol'zuyesh'sya, i zadam tebe parochku voprosov!” You screamed.

Arlo felt something in his stomach, he couldn’t specify whether it was hormones or Butterfree. But you speaking Russian seemed to set it off.

“Instinkt samosokhraneniya - eto bazovyy instinkt, zalozhennyy v lyubom organizme - kak zhe vy, debily, yego otklyuchit' umudrilis', kogda reshili skinut' vinu na menya?!” You demanded, no one really knew what but you were furious. The fire blazing in your eyes.

Arlo found himself wanting to kiss you.

“YA vas v takoy pazl narezhu, patalogoanatom vmesto vskrytiya budet sborku provodit'! Vo imya vsekh Legendarnykh, za chto mne eto? Gospodi blyat' bozhe, kak ya vso eto nenavizhu!“* You finished, panting hard, clenching a nearby table, staring at your colleagues, daring them to move an inch.

None of them knew what to say, not even how to approach you.

Only Arlo knew what to say.

“Care to repeat that in English?” He asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Yes! Are you out of your fucking minds?! How the fuck is it-wait, what?” You asked, now calm and processing what Arlo had just asked, a embarrassed blush now forming on your face.

“Everyone, please leave the room. I would like to talk to Y/n. Alone.” He said, a dangerous flash in his eyes.

Oh no.

You bit your lip, now regretting flying off the handle like that. Why couldn’t you keep your cool? Were you going to be fired now?

“Y/n.” Arlo said suddenly. You stood up straight, trying not to let your nerves show. “Yes?” You asked, trying to keep your voice from cracking.

“...That was amazing.” Was all Arlo said.

“Huh?” Was all you could ask. You weren’t fired? He was going to throw you out himself?

“Y/n, they all had that coming. None of them come even close to your brilliance. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the only scientist I trust.” He said, shrugging casually. “Plus, the way you went off in Russian blows my mind.”

You blushed even harder, he was complimenting you. On your Russian no less!

“Thank you.” You said shyly, a far cry from the screaming mess you were just minutes earlier.

“Just...please make sure you find the mistake and show them how to fix it. Don’t actually fix it, show them how. Let them learn.” He said.

“Yes sir.” You sighed out in relief.

“Good, also...”

You looked up, now curious. “Arlo?”

He smirked at you. “Have dinner with me Friday night. And speak Russian.”

@whatsupwithjinx I had fun writing this one! Russian is a complex and beautiful languange! Thank you for your help on this!

* Everything Reader said translates to this: “ Are you out of your fucking mind? How the fuck is it my fault? You never fucking listen to me, you undercooked pieces of toast! Like fuck it's my fault! You assholes are one chromosome short of turning into a fucking potato! But nooooo, why listen to me, not like I have an IQ higher than all of yours combined! *Antaneka interferes* I'm the one talking now! If I need the opinion of a brainless lazy ass piece of shit, I'll break your stupid head, take out your brain, which you don't use anyway, you dingbat, and ask you a couple questions! The instinct of self-preservation is a basic instinct inherent in any organism - how did you morons even manage to turn it off when you decided to throw me under the bus?! I'll cut you up into such a jigsaw puzzle, the pathologist will have to conduct an assembly instead of an autopsy! In the name of all the Legendaries, why would I do that? God fucking damnit, I hate this!

#pokemon #pokemon go #leader arlo #team go rocket leader arlo #team rocket arlo #arlo x reader #bilingual!reader #whatsupwithjinx

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match up! (◠‿◠✿)

hiya!! can i pls get a matchup for ikesen, if its ok? 💞

bi girl i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor, n true neutral. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm lmao!!

i have medium-length straight-ish black hair (w/ a side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! im 5'5-ish, fun fact: im a filipina!

sooo im a complex daydreamer!! i NEED attention/affirmation or ill feel unwanted/sad. emotional scorpio, im quite sensitive. anxiety, i overthink too much! quiet w/ people im not close w/. easily annoyed but guilty after ‘cause im soft-hearted. im like half funny/playful/kind & half deep/mature/awkward- hopeless romantic! i have a way w/ words, sorta poetic? i wanna be the best! sorta socially anxious, i have a fear of judgement. im not innocent but ppl think i am at first. i look fine but deep down im a big mess. rlly smart & knowledgable. vv passionate, big nerd actually! im like a kid w/ my twin but w/ others im more mature. im the type to do fun stuff and loosen up but would also just cuddle and have long convos. im vv good w/ technology! very imaginative, i come up with stories a lot- around others im very quiet because i literally have no idea what to say. actually a big history fanatic, hehe. i act confident but im not rlly, actually vv insecure and i regret a lot of things.

a habit of mine is that i tend to drift away and just… think? i also tend to care a lot abt my appearance! i get competative but there are also times when im just chill. i get vv embarrassed when i lose control tho n i regret it sm :(( i have loads of trouble asking for help even if i like to help others a lot! i like being organised but i tend to be… chaotic.

hsjsh- fun fact: there are times where im just,, super hyper n say the weirdest things? im good in school but,, im lazy yknow- i love math (surprisingly, i got a natural talent?), science (esp abt stars n space), history, and english (actually my 2nd languange but im very fluent) the most. bilingual but im also learnin french! wanna learn latin too tho but id break down- i have the fear of the unknown, failure, n loneliness! im scared of the future cause its beyond human ability to know,, the only guys ive rlly talked to r family members so my awkwardness goes 100x hsjsjs

oh, i rlly love affection, but i need a lot of space too, tho! girls gotta have privacy- games r a hUge part of my life, so is technology and the modern era! i actually like sports too- not very good at em tho :((

some likes: gaming, jokes (esp corny/stupid/puns), space, stars, weapons (esp swords/guns), philosophy, psychology, testing myself, affection, animals, doing exhilirating things, music, movies, books, writing, astrology, astronomy, learning new things, & mythology.

some dislikes: too much heat, school presentations, creepy dolls, being under pressure, dirty things, blind faith, & annoying people.

tysm! omg i hope this isnt too long- i think this is too long?? yIkes i hope that this is ok!! love ur writing btw! stay safe 💞

Hi hi love! thank you so much for the request! You sound like a wonderful person and omw it soooo cool that you have a twin! I actually think she sent in a request right after you did lol! Anyways sorry for making you wait sooooo long and i hope you enjoy it! @x-joie-x

So i match you with...................... Mitsuhide

The first time you meet this sneki boy, you were quiet and reserved. War council had just ended and you were named as a princess of the Oda forces. You were super socially awkward, and anxiety was slowly starting to creep in, as the curious warlords started to surround you. It wasn’t until Mitsuhide had pulled you away in a teasing manner to save you from the crowd that you finally started to calm down. He had noticed this new little mouse had been on edge since arriving. However, he didn’t suspect you of being an assassin or spy as, during the whole council, your hands shook, and you could barely speak up against Nobunaga’s demanding and commanding tones.

Mitsuhide had found you incredibly amusing from the first moment you walked in, you caught this foxes eye. He didn’t know if it was the innocence or naïve purity that just seemed to radiate from you, but for some reason when he was looking at you, he found that he simply couldn’t look away.

It took all of one day for all the warlords to officially drop all suspicions of you. You were just such a sweetheart how could they not instantly love you and feel the need to protect you. You had started helping a few of the maids that first morning after you were named princess. You didn’t want to be a freeloader, so you worked hard to earn your keep and soon, the maids were fighting over who would get to work with you cause all of then just loved and adored you so much.

You got annoyed with Hideyoshi when he first found you helping the maids, as he was 100% started micromanaging you. You lost you cool and raised your voice at him, TBH Hideyoshi didn’t think anything of it, but it wasn’t until you had pitched up at his manor an hour later to apologize for being so rude to him that he realized what a sweet and sensitive person you truly were. Of course from that moment onward you had gained yourself a big doting brother.

All the Oda forces agreed that you were too sweet and naïve for your own good, so Mitsuhude was assigned to give you princess lesson to prepare you for your new life as Oda princess. You were super excited when Mitsuhide had told you that he was going to teach you a variety topics such as economics, politics, history and self-defence. You even managed to impress the sneki boy, by getting all the questions correct on the first test he had handed you. You had found that first test incredibly easy as you were a bit of a history buff, and all the questions had been based on Nobunaga’s history. This low key shook the sliver kitsune a little bit, as this proved that not only were you pure and naive but you were also super smart. You kind of reminded him a little bit of Mitsunari, a cleaver professor with their head in the clouds.

Mitushide praised you for your ability to pick up on concepts quickly and work diligently as a student, “I dare say little one, you are the best student a teacher could ask for.” You spend masses amount of time with sneki boi, and through that time you realized just how sweet Mitsuhide truly was, although he was a massive tease leaving you a blushy mess almost every day after lessons with his teasing comments. And naturally, the more time Mitsuhide had spent with you, the more in love he fell. It was also noted by the fellow warlords that, Mitsuhide always wore a soft gentle expression when it came to you, and in your experience he had been a kind gentle patient teacher. SO naturally you found yourself more and more drawn to this mysterious man.

Through all the time spent with the kitsune, you found yourself opening up more and more. He was one of the few people that got to see your playful side. You now would make the puniest, corniest jokes he has ever heard, leaving this kitsune in a fit of laughter mid-way through a lecture. Not only that, but he loved loved loved your competitiveness side.

This side of you slowly started to surface after the 3rd or 4th self-defence lesson when you started challenging the kitsune to rematches whenever he would pin you down, ultimately beating you in your little makeshift sword fight. Boy oh boy, don’t even get me started on the shooting lessons, once you were able to fire the rifle, you were straight-up challenging this boy, the best marksmen around to a shoot-off. “Come on Mitsuhide, the first one to get 100 bulls-eyes in a row wins, and the loser has to buy tea.” Needless to say, you always lost and even though every day you would make that exact bet, Mitsuhide would always insist on sticking you for tea and lunch as reward for being such a good student.

He really enjoyed spending time with you and would absolutely insist on holding your hands whenever the two of you were on your way to the tea house together after your lessons. “I can’t have my clumsy little mouse tripping and falling now can I.” Every day without fail, he would say that to you as he wraps his big hand around your small one, while leading you to your favourite tea house.

The two of you would talk about everything and anything over tea, these topics ranged from you making stupid jokes, to talking about random topics such as philosophy and psychology. Either way, Mitsuhide loved to spend time with you. He would always listen to and hang on to every word you said, storing every word in his memory.

You were his precious little mouse, and he knew you were an extremely sensitive creature. If anyone dared say a single bad word to you or make you sad, they would face the wrath of this very protective kitsune. Like one time, one of the visiting daimyos had talked down to you for accidentally bumped into him. You were busy cleaning the windows when you accidentally lost your balance and bumped into him. He was so disgusted that a mere maid had touched him. He started yelling at you and insulting you, this escalated to such a point that he even had his hand raised ready to hit you for getting dirty window water on his shoes. That’s when sneki boi decided to intervene. Mitsuhide legit stood protectively in front of you with his rifle pointed at the man’s heart, with the full intention to shoot. “Golly me it appears like you are quite the troublesome little mouse, my dear.” He then turned his sharp gaze towards the daimyo “I do suggest you apologize to the Oda princess, lest you want to answer for your crimes directly to Nobunaga.” The man simply scoffed and walked away. Mitsuhide then turned to you and enveloped you in a warm hug while kissing the top of your head, “Are you alright, my dear little mouse?” Mitsuhide looked into your beautiful eyes and gently took your hands in his, “Come little one, I have something I wish to show you.”

The two of you walked hand in hand to Mitsuhide’s manor, Mitsuhide led you out into his garden, where you saw something so beautiful you could cry. The garden was filled with flowers and candles and in the centre was a table set up, with a feast laid out op top of it.

Mitsihide had told you that night that he was hopelessly in love with you. He was overjoyed when he had discovered that you like him, was also a hopeless romantic and that you had an incredibly poetic, romantic way with words. You handed him a letter in which you had expressed your feelings for him in the form of a beautifully written poem. You were actually intending to leave the poem on his desk as a way of confessing your feelings. This instantly melted sneki bois heart into a giant puddle and he couldn’t help but pull you in for a sweet kiss.

After diner Mitsuhide had led you deeper into the garden where a fluffy blankie was sprawled out on the grass, he guided you to sit down and the motioned for you to lookup. Above you, a thousand stares were shooting across the sky in a big meteor shower. Mitsuhide pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheeks as the two of you watched the sky. He always remembered every detail you had told him about yourself, so when you revealed that you loved the sky and the stars, he knew he had to incorporate this rare meteor shower in your date somehow.

This had sparked a new tradition between the two of you, to stargaze and spend the whole night in deep conversation. These nights were full of love and affection as Mitsuhide would pull you into his lap and just hold you there for hours and hours as the two of you talked and watched the sky

Of course sneki boi also had a bit of a spontaneous side, and would take you on exhilarating trips around Nobunaga’s territories. They were mostly missions but after you had nagged Nobunaga to give you permission to go along on the missions, you and Mitsuhide would finish the official work asap so that the two of you cuties had plenty of time to enjoy yourself in the new environment.

Mitsuhide loves everything about you from your slight messiness, to your love of learning new things. He also knows that his sweet little mouse sometimes needs some space and alone time and will be sure to give you as much alone time as you need to recharge. He knows that you will seek him out when you have had enough of your own company. He will always welcome you back with outstretched arms when you have had enough alone time, and shower you with endless amounts of affection.

Whenever you are feeling insecure or worrying about the future Mitsuhide is right there by your side, whispering words of affection and reassurance in your ears. He makes sure to remind you every day just how perfect you are and just how much he loves you.

Often you can be found in sneki boys lap with your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck as he soothingly strokes your hair. Don’t be surprised if this sneaky kitsune drops a few kissed on your nose, cheeks or lips during these quiet and peaceful moments, just as a way to convey how much he loves and adores you.

Other potential matches……………..Masamune

I hope you enjoyed it dear and i hope you have the best day!

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anomia-sama · 3 years

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♔My Kingdom, My Rules ♔

Please, read this post before requesting, it’s very important to me and to all of us, so we can have fun together and without misunderstanding.

My rules are quite simple, but exactly like a queen I don’t like when peolple ignore them, so please pay attention.

1. Respect. A respectful approach is the first step for a long friendship and a good cooperation. Ask gently, don’t insult me even if you don’t like what I write or if I don’t fully satisfy your request. We can talk about it with honesty and kindness. Me and you, we are the same: we both are human, we both have feelings, we both want to have nice moments here. Nobody likes bullies.

2. Patience. Some requests can require me more time. If I don’t fully understand a request, I will certaintly ask for more informations or clarification, be kind and help me to satisfy you! And please, be patient with my english too, I know it’s not perfect.

3. Use the ask box to request. Please, specify if you want me to write in english or italian, a scenario, a headcanon list or a One-shot. If you don’t specify it, I will just follow my inspiration.

4. Adult content. If you ask for it, I will write nsfw content. I prefer to use a soft languange when I write 18+ scenarios, so if you prefer to read something more rude and/or evocative try to ask me for it, I’ll do my best. I can write about sensitive topics (violence, self-harming, suicide, drugs) but in this case I will do it as a professionist and always discouraging similar behaviour.

5. Don’t ask for...

Adult x child content or whatever could involve implicit or explicit pedophilia. I’m not comfortable when it comes to this topic.

Noncon or dubcon. I write about passion, about rage, about hate, about all of this together, but not and never about rape. It’s horrorific.

5. Make my kingdom a safe place. Everybody is welcome in Anomia’s Kingdom. I’m a LGBT+ community supporter and a really openminded writer, so if you want me to write about a specific gender (female, male, agender, gender fluid etc.) or sexual orientation, just ask for it! If you’re homophobic, transphobic or whatever-phobic, if you don’t like my style or what I write just don’t read me and go away from my blog.

6. I can refuse or decline requests. If you ask me something I’m not comfortable about, if your request involves a character I can’t get along with or it is about a topic I don’t know how to describe, I’m totally free to refuse.

7. Reblog You can reblog and share my contents, if you want to, but please give me my holy credits. I love what I write and you can’t claim it as your own.

Well, thank you for reading my rules! Now, we can start our amazing journey. Let’s write!

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bivncas · 4 years

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fresh off a plane from mexico city, mexico it's bianca de la rosa. they’re a freshman majoring in finance and financial managment services at collège alpin. you might know them from their parents, they’re the mexico senators. the 18 year old saggitarius sign bears a strange resemblance to camila mendes. around collège alpin they’re known as the resident magnet. it helps that they’re very kind and intelligent, but they’ve been known to be ambitious and perfectionist. you’ll recognize them in the halls by classy outfits, roses and black hair. listen out for way down we go by kaleo playing in their room. [ dorcas, 22, gmt-5] * kappa kappa tau + drama / theater.

hello there, dorcas in here! sorry i’m so late for the intro part and mostly the opening of alpinhq :( i was so busy this day. some ooc thing u must know is that english isn’t my first languange, spanish is; so maybe i take more time to write the replies than the average, be patient with me, and naturally, i’ll have bunch of mistakes, i’d really appreciate if you tell me where i’m wrong, perhaps don’t get the slang at the first time (sorry about that too!). less me talk, let’s get biancas.

full name: bianca catalina de la rosa íñiguez

bday: november 26th.

she was born and raised at mexico city, mexico, as the daughter of two important political figures.

her father run for local deputy, and keept political relationships since he was in highschool, so the family is well relationated. later on (and more recently) he run for senator and won. her mother is councelor.

i didn’t want her to be the mexican cliché involved with narcotrafic because i don’t want to make that image to the country, but it’s a reality that it’s linked to the political mexican life; maybe i’ll write about this topic and be sure i’ll use the tw tags properly. (i’m not intented to rplay itself the topics but to mention them) ANYTHING ABOUT THIS PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE AND I KEEP THOSE WRITTINGS FOR MYSELF AT SOME PAGE IN THE BLOG WITH PRIVATE POSTS.

tw: mention of murder. the background is: her parents have declared war againt the narcotrafic due to that they are constantly threatened of death. they hired security guards but that isn’t enough since the cartel got some of them murdered. even though they were replaced, her parents don’t feel any safe to have her around and picked the most exclusive far from home college for bianca. yup, she wasn’t even asked if she wanted to leave mexico, however she is aware of the situation and knows is for the best... she misses the tacos, tho.

she’s a freshman from kappa kappa tau and that really excites her because of the tons of movies about the greek life. she’s majoring in finalcial stuff because she plans to either run her own company or work at the economy political field in mexico.

basically she’s kind of a sunshine but a perfectionist person, she likes the things do it in her way (the better way, in her mind, lol)

i’m looking for friend for her, maybe a crush (or ex, maybe), a bff/confident, and someone from the drama club ehmm ofc someone to hate(?).

#alpin.intro #tw: mention of murder #𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚 . acerca de bianca

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witchsgrandkids · 4 years

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Love is cruel

I don’t like to write here on tumblr, mainly ‘cause english is not my first languange. But today I felt this need.

I was on a abusive relationship. No, he didn’t hit me. He manipulated me little by little, until I didn’t reconized anymore. He change me in a way that, in the end, I thought was ok for him to punch the wall next to my head. That this was his way of showing “He loves so much that he hurts himself for selfcontrol instead of hitting me”. HE SHOULDN’T WANT TO HURT ME IN THE FIRST PLACE. He isolate me from all my friends and control me. He made me change on many fundamentals things that I had before, and this broke me. I loved him so much that I always give in.

I never give in before. If someone wanted me to change my way of think, my position on life, they need it to prove why I should change. But with him, he just ask me to accept that he was a different opinion. Then, he showed me that for our relationship to work I should have the same opinion of him. Near our break up, he just assume that we were on the same page. And I was scared of correcting.

I was scared of telling him that my friends want to hang out just with me.

I was scared of telling him that I needed to stay alone.

I was scared of telling him that was not fair he hang out with his friends and I stay home alone.

I was scared of telling him that I need to go home to rest, ‘cause I need to wake up early to visit my grandma on the hospital.

I was scared of telling him that he should have come with me on my grandma’s mass of the seventh day.

I was scared of telling him that I didn’t think was fair he ALWAYS pick up fights when I was with my friends. With ou without him.

I was scared of telling him that my friends stoped invinting me because of him. (except ONE of my best friends)

I was scared of telling him that my sex drive was low because I no longer trust him. (I caught him plannig to met a ex behind my back)

I was scared of telling him that I spend months thinking about breaking up. That, in the end, I was just waiting for him to give a reason. And he did. When he got super drunk on a friends wedding, and yell and hurt me there.

Shit, this hurts. It was so humillianting, and nobody helped me. I thought those people were my friends, but they saw how he mistreated me and just accepted. In the end, I was just some friend’s girlfriend. I saw them almost every week, treat them like family. But was just the friend’s girlfriend. In the end, I just had my family and a single friend.

Something that haunts me until today is how easy going I was about their transphobic ( their = my ex, his friends and his family). I hate to remember, but I accept so much hate of them on trans people. I’m ashamed. I spent this last year just educating myself better. I plan to donate to organizations on my country. But is not enough, and I know. The things they talk, the way they behave, was horrible. Again, they never hurt someone physically (that i know).

Fuck, I hate to think this, but maybe yes. Maybe they were this kind of people. They are part of sociaty that allows and support a very bad person rise to the power in my country, so yes. Maybe they hurt trans people. I fell sick and just want to go to my past and punch myself. Avoid me to go on that party and meet that man.

All my life aspects suffers with this toxic relationship. College, intership, travels, carrer choice. All stop. And, nowday, even during this world pandemic, I am able to move on my life better. Take better care of myself.

I’m not ashamed of tell that I liked him. A lot. Right now I don’t know if was romantic love, but this relationship was the closed that I had. And I think that I had enough. I don’t want no more romantic love.

I’m not broken or thinking that all guys are as bad as he was. But I can’t love halfway. And for love to happend, there is too much vulnerability for me. I can’t protect my inner self and love someone at the same time. And I can’t lose myself again.

Maybe in a distant future. But I don’t think is gonna happen. Love is cruel, is open and without focus you can lose yoursel. I’m not ready, and I don’t think I ever gonna be. No sorrow, I never dream of walking on a altar.

I need to write this today because today is the anniversary of our broke up, and I just fell so fucking free that I wanna cry.

I fell fuckin free.

#toxic relationship #breakup #love #self love #diary #1 year later #me myself and i #yes I have friends again #focus

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