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dev / pen || 30's || she / they || cat mom || mobility impaired || undergrad student || pastry goddess || pedro lover

i am an adult, writing about adult things even if there is no smut content (there is, don't worry) so my blog and little corner of the internet is strictly 18+ || angst royalty

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Oh I have many 😭

Biggest one is Toji's dumbass and his breeding kinks because he likes to be in control both in and out of the bedroom. And what better way to keep his little sugar momma happy? Answer, just make it so she can't think.

Hi I'm on another kick, shoo me away with the broom and anti-horny spray 💖

The king of deadbeats with a breeding kink has me weak! He can make em but he can’t remember their names HOO MAMA

I jest! I actually love the alternative universe in which Toji steps up and is a good daddy to Gumi. ❤️❤️

Also I love chatting jjk! I’m always happy to natter!

[angelsentabove]

longing for love, pt 1.

ⓘ longing for love is an (angsty, slow burn) story including iyanna taylor in her arranged marriage with xavier taylor, which is an unrequited romance between these two and eventually the love is finally reciprocated. when? well, everything great takes time, am i right?

𐙚 themes of violence. 5.8k words. wattpad version.

ⓘ iyana’s pov.

it’s unbelievable how my entire life just shifted within a few hours after a regular wednesday after school 5 years ago. and i remember the entire day so vividly and picture perfect, even with as much as i try to push it back into the crevices of my mind for me not to think about forever. i dread it every time i wake up. and i genuinely wonder why God put me in this situation. it was only my 2nd year of highschool- and i just caught wind that id be married by 20 wether id like it or not. why? pfft, like i know. i was kept in the dark for so long, and im still clueless. me, a 15-year-old girl that just found out i wont be meeting my soulmate anytime soon, ‘cause ill be forced to married to a guy i dont even know.

5 years ago, march 5th.

with a soft click of the lock securing my front door, i stepped into my house that was.. unusually quiet. like it was almost as quiet as a pitch dark room. i knew both of my parents were home- all 3 cars were out front and parked orderly underneath the car port. and they’d typically be in the kitchen chatting and snacking. so.. why was it dead silent? turns out, all i had to do was walk past the staircase, lo and behold they were in the living room. my parents were on one of the 3 couches, my mom sitting cross legged and flipping through some paper. i had enough life experience to think that we were moving, or they were getting a divorce. but no. it was way worse.

“hi honey. so glad you’re home. take a seat, dear.” wow okay. my dad has never called me that many pet names in my entire life, neither my sister. and he sounded so calmed. i didn’t like it. i stopped in my tracks and raised an eyebrow subtly for a split second; i was skeptical. did they go through my phone and got screenshots and printed it out on a piece of paper? oh God. id probably kill myself if that was the case.. i was sweating missiles already. but with hesitation, i sat down in the couch directly in front of them and placed my backpack on the ground.

“what’s this about?” i cut straight to the point. i had no time for the sugar-coating, the beating around the bush, nope. none of that. they were so calm, and quiet; you could literally probably hear my sweat drip down my forehead and drop on the floor.

“well.. your dad and i, have decided.. to ensure your future. by having you marry at 20 to a nice and handsome young man named xavier taylor.”

..excuse me?

a beat of silence. i was in disbelief. i had to make sure i heard what i heard. God please don’t tell me it’s true. please don’t tell me i’ll end up like those poor wives in those k-dramas with the abusive rich husbands in an arranged marriage because their families poor. we’re not poor. so why are they doing this?

“-..sorry. momma, could you repeat that?”

she glared at me for a split second. one that said, ‘you heard me. and you will accept this.’ instead of saying what her face was, she cleared her throat before speaking and repeated a little louder,

“you will be in a marriage by 20 with a young man named xavier taylor.” and the tone she said it in was passive aggressive. it was almost like she was annoyed. but i didn’t care about her feelings. i was too focused on what she just said. there’s no way.

“we’re doing this to make sure you have a nice and well mapped out future. and we don’t want you messing around with that older boy- joseph anymore. he’s a bad influence, and he has tattoos everywhere. you should be glad we’re doing this for you. plus, a younger black woman like you will get nowhere with him. he’s gonna use you.” i knew my dad was talking now. yet i couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. i was zoned out and there as a deafening ringing in my ears. i was too busy thinking everything over. ‘that’s not gonna be my life from now on’ was the only thing repeating in my head over and over again.

i wasn’t gonna allow them to ruin my life like this. what, do they seriously expect me to sit back and actually let them marry a stranger? hello. emphasis on stranger. even if it’s 5 years from now- i don’t care. accepting that as my future is like getting a shot. and i could swear my vision started getting blurry. maybe i was about to cry. i don’t know. i’m angry enough to do so right about now. and they knew me well enough (suprisingly) by the distracted look in my face to tell i wasn’t listening.

my mom slammed the papers she had in her hand flat onto the coffee table out of irritation i assume, and i snapped out of it. despite my teared-eyed vision, i could still make out some of the words. and sealing my fate even further, it was papers about the marriage. clearly, there’s no way out of this. besides suicide if you wanna be edgy and logical. “young lady, you are going to listen to us and i don’t care if you whine, shout, or do whatever. at 20, you will get married. we’re doing this for y-“

“doing this for me? i never told you i wanted this. and i don’t care if joseph is a bad influence or not, you can’t just allow me to get married to some dude i don’t know and expect this to be all fine and dandy. why would they even let you do this? how is this legal?” and i knew joseph was a bad influence. he smoked, got into fights every 3 days, and always got a little too aggressive with me. but i stayed. dumb enough ‘cause he was older and i just thought thats what they do. i craved his validation.

“excuse me? who are you talking to right now?”

“you. you know what? i’m leaving.” i was serious too. i’m not following through with that. i got up without allowing them to get another word in and stormed upstairs. i pulled some empty luggage out of the closet and began to pack everything. angry tears started to fall down my cheeks, yet i ignored them. i loved my parents. they never wronged me, nor did anything irrational. probably the standard for parenting.. so why are they losing their mind?

before i knew it, i heard synchronized stomps coming up the stairs. but they weren’t going to convince me into complying with something as bizarre as this. i continued in my movements even after they made it upstairs and stood in front of my open door way. like earlier, i knew they were talking, but everything they said was going in one ear and out of the other. not out of disbelief this time; i was so pissed off i didn’t pay attention to a single syllable that came out of their mouth. they both realized i wasn’t listening, and my mom instantly walked right in front of me. before i could get a word in, she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.

“you must’ve lost your mind, iyana skye woods.” how ironic, apparently i’m losing my mind. “let me tell you something- i don’t care if you throw a temper tantrum and run away. do whatever you want. but you will get married to that man by 20; do you hear me?! this is for your future and you wanna act childish. but if i did this for ayana..”pure rage and agitation was all you could see in her unwavering expression. it was.. scary. i never liked her getting in my face. and my dad didn’t do anything but watch. these can’t be my parents.

-oh yeah, since ayana was my twin sister, i frequently got compared to her. we were polar opposites. ayana basically kissed the ground everyone walked on, she was a people pleaser. i hated seeing that for her. she always complied, no matter how ridiculous of a request. it was irritating to witness. even though i love her to death, i wanted to punch her sometimes with how much she let people walk over her.

“don’t give me that “ayana this” crap. even she wouldn’t allow you to do something like this to her life. do you even hear yourself? your forcing me to marry some dude i don’t even know 5 years from now. you know im happy with jos-“

“JOSEPH ISN’T RIGHT FOR YOU.” she snapped. right my face. a moment of silence passed- i just looked in her eyes with tears in my own, searching. searching for that sweet, sweet woman i knew when i was 2. the one who would pamper and spoil me like i meant the world to her. now she’s basically selling me off. like i’m a pice of meat, or a prized possession at an auction. she finally let go of my shirt and turned around quickly, making haste out the door and i’m assuming back downstairs. she didn’t even turn back to spare me a glance.

God, all i could do was bawl. for hours, too. the second they exited my presence, i froze and just broke down. i was utterly overwhelmed to the limit with emotions, anger and sadness paired with confusion being the only thing i knew. and at that point, i didn’t even know what to do. but it had to be something, anything. after probably an hour of crying, i crawled into my bed and fell asleep.

soon enough, it was 6 P.M. daylight savings time making it look darker than it actually was. i slowly rose from my bed and sat upright- a tired hand reaching for my phone to check the time. i was kinda shocked at how late it gotten all of the sudden. my eyes that still burnt from earlier then began to glance around the room, the first thing they fell on was the suitcases. then reality set back in; i felt sick and heartbroken all over again. these circumstances made me want to rip my hair straight out.

i needed a change of mind, or even better, a temporary distraction. sitting in this room wasn’t good for me. actually, sitting in this house wasn’t good for me. so what do i do? get out. i mean i didn’t even have to sneak out, im sure if they found out i was gone they’d be relieved. plus, they knew id come back, and i hated that they knew just like i did that i had nowhere else to go.

but i didn’t go out often. so if i did actually follow through with my plan, where would i go? and thats where joseph comes in. with my phone in my hand again, i unlocked it and navigated straight to my messages; immediately finding his contact name. i sent a desperate but vague message to him so we could meet up at the park- and thank God he sent one back to tell me he was already there. looks like the odds are in my favor after all. i just don’t know how he’d react to this news.

i practically hopped out of my bed and shoved my phone in my pocket. i reached for my black jacket that was casually thrown across the headboard of my bed, and made my exit out the window. as expected, the cold breeze almost immediately hit my skin despite the jacket i wore. was almost enough to make me turn back around and get back in my room. fortunately, i was stubborn since birth.

once i made it out of the window; i closed it back. this was my first time sneaking out in a while so i’m glad i still had my stealth after 3 years. if i had to brag, its gotten better. anyways the walk from my house to the park was arguably short. it only took 5 minutes and the best part was that i didn’t seen anyone from school. i was also pretty surprised ayana didn’t hear and come in my room, but then again my door was closed so she probably couldn’t even hear the window.

and finally, i was at the park. joseph almost immediately caught my eye since he looked so out of place. a tattooed 19 year old on a set of swings met for playing. i should’ve snapped a picture- it was quite ironic. i sighed of relief once i saw him nonetheless and sat next to him, beginning to swing slowly while the structure creaked. evidently this park was quite old and worn down for lack of better words.

he looked at me sideways- a ‘you serious?’ look was on his face. he didn’t appreciate my prolonged announcement i assume. seemed like he automatically knew i was here to talk about something. “i know you didn’t just ask me to meet up with you for no reason. what’s the word?” his tone sounded kind of.. irritated. but skeptical at the same time. he naturally sounded like that, but something told me he was angrier. looked like the whole world was irritated today.

“sorry. uhm.. so, i asked you here to ta-“

“duh. iyana- speak up. i’m not here to play around with you. cmon. i got better things to get to.” well. if he wasn’t irritated earlier, he is now. “…alright. i’ll just cut to the point. apparently, my parents just notified my earlier that when i turn 20, im marrying some dude named … xavier? it’s- arranged. utterly ridiculous, in my op-“

smack! he slapped me. the meanest backhand i’ve probably ever received. the first one, too.

“a lie. don’t play with me. sittin’ up here, calling me out here in this worn down park. to tell me some lies.” he sharply replied as soon as he retracted his hand. the audacity he had to just act like that didn’t even happen. me, on the other hand, was too stunned to even reply. i was beyond shocked, probably aghasted. and that shock settled deeper as i felt something cold run out of my nose, and i knew good and well that wasn’t snot. he’s never hit me before. not on purpose, atleast. despite how aggressive he is. and with how hard he did it, i’m more than sure it left a mark.

“i’m-… i’m not lying..” i mumbled in confused fear as i wiped my nose with my other hand. reality began to set in. this is what everyone around me was telling me. i should’ve known better to mess with someone 4 years older than me. why did i allow this to go on for so long? what my mom said earlier replayed in my head- the truth. ‘joseph isn’t right for you.’ i almost felt bad for trying to argue back with them, but then again, i wasn’t marrying a stranger, so a part of me didn’t feel that guilty.

he didn’t say anything back. he simply just stared at me. blank face. that same intimidating resting face he wore 24/7. but i was too scared to look at him back- especially since i didn’t know what he was thinking. yet, i felt like if i stayed any longer, it’d be a full on abuse session. and i wasn’t looking for this day to get any worse. he looked at me for a few more seconds and just as i was about to get up, he finally said something.

“you do know this is all your fault right? your just stupid. probably cheating on me with that dude, right? is that what it is? your lying to me. saying your gonna marry someone else ‘cause your cheating on me with him. just a way to avoid our relationship. huh? “huh?” he stood off the swings and stood right in front of me, looking straight down at me as he spoke. he looked calm, but his voice (and evidently his hands) were anything but. i suddenly didn’t like this aggression..

i got up from the swings as well so i could look at him better. “n-no. no i didn’t know- im sorry there’s.. nothing i can do. i dont even know him you gotta believe me.” well for once he didn’t interrupt me.. i remained true to my story as one of my hands stayed planted on my cheek where he slapped me. it was basically glued there. my fear was apparent in my words and expression, i thought he was gonna hit me again. which he did.. or- tried.

this man full on swung at me. a more than painful right hook if i didn’t move back. and with how quick it was, it seemed he tried to catch me off guard with it too. once i moved back, i stumbled backwards also. i tripped over the swing that i was sitting in and fell back in the grass; getting up quickly incase i had to run for my life. he slowly walked towards me as i backed up more and more- adrenaline rush in my body almost made my steps wobbly.

“go.” was the only thing he said. and i straight up ran. i was so glad he didn’t know where my house was located, but if he payed attention to where i was running i had no doubt he could’ve found out. i didn’t stop running, ignoring the way my legs burned, and i also ignored the notification on my phone. i predicted it was either from ayana or joseph though. the reason why i didn’t stop running was because i felt that if i stopped for even a second, i was gonna be beaten beyond comprehension.

those 5 minutes i took to get to my house felt like 5 hours even though i was running. the fear in my heart made it feel like i was running through an endless forest i suppose. and finally- i stopped running once i made it under my houses carport. my legs ultimately gave up on me and i fell backwards on the concrete, my mind reliving everything that just went down. i even tried pinching myself, praying i was dreaming but no. this day was real.

i stayed on the concrete for a minute as i ruminated todays events before i realized someone literally texted me earlier. pulling out my phone from my pocket, i checked the notification center on my lock screen. it was from joseph. 34 unread messages. this is beyond insane- bizarre.

i was too sick to my stomach at the moment to read them. instantly shutting my phone off and shoving it back in my pocket; i wobbly snuck back in through my bedroom window and fell straight onto the floor. my legs were too exhausted to make another step. i was still angry, but i knew i had to get things right with my parents. and judging by the fact that adrenaline in my body made my legs shake, i texted my mom instead.

waiting upon their arrival i just stayed on the floor. besides recalling the factors of tonight, i thought about what would’ve happened to me with that attempted swing he tried earlier if it hit me. critical condition is all i could say. also slightly confused on why i didn’t fight back. i wasn’t nobody scary, but i figured that it was because i wasn’t in the right mind to fight- it was only flight.

the door to my bedroom swung open with a deafening creak and my eyes lazily glanced up at the expressions of my parents which switched from neutral to complete worry. they rushed over to my side, my mom kneeling down in front of me and my dad right next to her. they asked me all kinds of questions- one’s overlapping another. even after i talked back to them, they still showed concern. i was surprised for some reason.

my weary body sat upright, a lazy smile of reassurance on my face as a line blood still rested above my lip. “don’t worry, i’m gonna explain.” i mumbled and then sighed; mentally gathering my thoughts and how to start off.

“..okay. about my face. i snuck out to go see joseph when woke up from my nap.. and he backhanded me.” my parents expressions shifted to one of anger, my mom running the back of her hand on my cheek slowly, almost like i was a porcelain and fragile doll or antique item. “sweetheart. why didn’t you call the police?” she then asked.

“you have a bruise on your face and everything..” a bruise? looks like that backhand actually did leave a mark. my eyebrows furrowed and i touched my cheek where i got hit. sure enough it was sore and there was a knot on my cheekbone. my dad saw it too, judging on his expression, and he instantly began dialing the police. i would’ve stopped him, but the way i just got hit earlier? i held a grudge. especially with that attempted left hook.

“i don’t know. i was scared, i guess. plus i ran as fast as i could to get here.. and i know realize that the whole arrangement thing is better than joseph.” i knew they did it to protect me. but it still didn’t sit right with me. why couldn’t i just have picked my own partner? forcing someone to go with someone they don’t even know just isn’t right. so i knew, but i didn’t know at the same time. it’s still ridiculous.

“that’s right honey. and we did this to ensure your future.” my mom assured- yet it fell on deaf ears. okay, so what if this man i’m marrying when i get 20 also ends up abusing me? i just didn’t like it. but i didn’t feel like arguing anymore. i wasn’t accepting it, ‘course not. and they knew that. i just didn’t feel like pleading my case anymore. i was too exhausted.

my parents got all my bruises covered and cleaned after a while. thankfully we skipped the “resolution” talk and the “i’m sorry” talk. i don’t feel like hearing the lame excuses. you can look at it from upside down, left or right, even inverted. this arrangement makes no sense. and i wont like it til the end of time. i got done showering, talking to police, eating, and unpacking my bags from my.. ‘episode’ earlier.

it was about 8 P.M. and i snuggled comfortably in my bed. my legs were beyond sore, plus my stamina was more than gone. it was probably in the negatives now. so i was already snuggled in bed, scrolling through my socials before i got ready to sleep. during my mindless checking frenzy, i checked my messages and i saw them. the messages joseph sent me earlier.

the last one he sent was “bye.” i could only assumed he blocked me or something. i scrolled up to see all of them, and they literally were just manipulating me with some threats sprinkled here and there. some were about how it was my fault he hit me, he’d do it again, accusing me of cheating which made no sense.. he was ridiculous to say the least.

glad i was finishing with that chapter of my life though. he was probably taken by the police as of now. so i didn’t have to worry about him for the rest of the years he was locked up.

present day. june 6th, 11:59 P.M.

“3… 2… 1… happy birthday twins!!” giggles, shouts of mutual happiness, and hugs surround my sister and i as we sat on the edge of the bed in the decorated suite hotel room with a small, portable table in front of me, and two cakes made especially for our birthday. don’t get me wrong, i was grateful. especially because i’ve been alive long enough to see another year. but this birthday was anything and everything except for synonyms of happy. i was turning 20, and getting married to a stranger tomorrow.

the truth of it all set in quicker than light, made me wish i could turn back time 5 years ago to corrupt my parents mind while they were signing those papers. it was ridiculous. bonkers. wild. whatever you wanna call it. it wasn’t normal. yet i masked it well, the fact that i was dreading this new age and new chapter of my life with a warm smile. after the momentary celebration and the cake eating, i pulled my mom and dad out to the balcony for a one-on-one conversation.

it was common sense i couldn’t backtrack now. that paper was signed once i was 15, and if i wanted her to shred those papers or anything i should’ve done that at 15. not the day of. but i just needed a sense of clarity. someone to hear me. “okay so guys.. i know im getting married tomorrow- or today, since i turn 20 today.. but do you think we could prolong it til the day after my birthday?”

“unfortunately we cannot sweetie. everything has been said and done when you were 15 back in 2015. the only thing we can do now and get you ready.” my dad said- but i’m everything but ready. i don’t want this to happen. i don’t even know what the dude looks like. hope he’s fine.. anyways, i sighed and shrugged, stepping back inside and sitting next to my friends and sister at the small table in one of the four chairs: essence, ayana, and jordyn. i tried to mask my internal turmoil and disappointment, but they read me like an open book every time.

“…don’t give us that look. what’s wrong? it’s our birthday!” ayana gave me a reassuring but concern smile- moving some blue curls from my face and fixing my eyelashes. i giggled a little and shrugged, stumped about these crude circumstances. “i know.. but y’all do know im getting married today, right?” i said slightly dreadfully as understanding looks replaced their concerned faces.

“oh yeah.. well try to look for the positives. everything is for reason- maybe he turned out to be your soulmate or something.” essence said with empathy; she was always my go-to when emotional conflict happened between me and anyone. unlike most people, i actually listen to her when she reassured me. and this time was no exception: maybe this was for a reason. but then again, why against my own will? the whole situation messed with my head even now.

i sighed, “you might have a point. i’ll stay open minded. but i don’t know y’all. there’s nothing i can do though. i just hope they don’t expect a child..” i mumbled the last part humorously but with all honesty. i never wanted children despite my love for them. and that resistance to birthing my own kids doubled if it was with some dude.

“reasonable.” ‘yana giggled along with everyone else. “i don’t know girl. your giving.. ungrateful. plus i think you should go back to joseph. but this new man might spoil you girl!” she said the forbidden name. nobody mentions him. his code name is redacted, forever. not with ayana though. and everyone knew she shouldn’t have said that when they saw my expression shift.

“we don’t mention his name. remember?” i responded with a hint of irritation. there’s no way she didn’t say that on purpose. we all collectively as a group know what he did, and for her to even say i should’ve went back is twice as disrespectful. she stupidly laughed and muttered a half-hearted ‘my bad.’ nothings funny.

to ignore it all i stood from the table, announcing i was about to go for a walk while i asked ayana if she wanted to join me. i had to prepare my mind as soon as possible, and id had to do twice as much preparing on tomorrow. she agreed and we walked out the hotel as the cool air hit our skin and blowed through our hair. there was a boardwalk not too far from the hotel, so that’s where we were.

we were silent for a moment, but we both shared the same thought process i knew. it was like we were telepathically communicating. “..this is kinda crazy.. no? i’m getting married at 20. and you aren’t. how lucky..” a part of me always looked at my parents funny for their crazy decision. what even.. how?.. why? what possesses you to do something like that? even if you are trying to protect me, it never gets that serious.

ayana agreed and looked up at the moon, her purple, curled hair blowing in the wind. she shared sympathy for me. it made my heart ache and she wasn’t even the one in this experience. in another life, if i get a sibling that isn’t like ayana… i might murder them. “i get it. it must be hard. especially when it’s not even for a clear reason.”

“right? like no money is involved, no monarchy situation, it’s just because. ‘we’re doing this to save you’ yeah well you’re killing me. but then again, id probably be stuck with joseph.” being stuck with joseph would be a horrible situation for me. i wanna punch myself in the eyes everyday when i remember i dated him. then again, i wonder why my parents actually agreed to letting me go with someone 4 years older. isn’t that a case??

it wasn’t like i could see what the man i was marrying looked like. i never got a picture after all these years. and as if ayana read my mind, she said, “do you even know what he looks like? i found his facebook.” thank God for twin telepathy. i instantly snapped my neck in her direction and held my hand out, basically telling her to slide me that facebook. i had to make sure i wasn’t slamming the coffin even harder if he was ugly. not saying that it would matter in a regular situation but… you know what, shush.

she giggled and tapped on her phone, opening facebook to navigate to his account and put the phone in my hand. i looked through his account for a while. he didn’t really post much, but when he did, it was eye candy. he wore glasses, darkskin, had tattoos… a lot, dreads, nice facial features.. made me audibly gasp when i saw him. “so this is him? looks good.” i kept it casual and slid the phone back to her. but her and i both knew i wanted to say that he looked more than good.

“now you know you wanna say he’s fine.” she shoved my shoulder in a playful manner which made me dramatically stumble. “no no.. he looks good. that’s it.” and i answered in mock maturity. however, his looks didn’t change anything about how i felt. i wasn’t ready and i will never be; i was still young for crying out loud. i had so much of life to experience, and now i’m suddenly someone’s wife. i swear i was just in highschool..

we returned to a comfortable silence until ‘yana spoke, a similar serious tone. “do you want me to check jordyn? what she said was out of line. i almost punched her myself.” and a ring in my ear sounded when she says jordyn as i remembered what she said earlier after we were eating our cake. it filled me with annoyance. how could she say it so casually too? i kept my composure through it all, with a shake of my head.

“no, it’s fine. well- you can. but if you do. be nice. she’s gonna have to prepare for me, too.” ‘cause i wasn’t gonna let that slide. ‘yana looked at me in intrigue after i said that, trying to hold back her giggle. she was in store for an adventure.

eventually we began to head back to the suite, where momma was cleaning up and essence and jordyn were already gone to their respective rooms. since we had a big day ahead of us tomorrow and momma advised us to go ahead and get some rest, so ayana and i had to get settled. once we were in the bathroom innocently taking off our lashes, i placed mines on the bathroom counter and my eyes involuntarily glanced at everything makeup related i needed for my wedding tomorrow. wedding. wedding. i didn’t agree to this.

i stared at it all a bit too long, overthinking everything. ayana noticed i was a bit too silent despite the fact we were both quiet and looked over at me- seeing my teary, dazed eyes while i stared at everything necessary for tomorrow. she instantly knew what i was thinking about. ‘yana put her hand on my shoulder and looked at me through the mirror.

“hey- it’s okay. stop. you’re thinking about it way too much. let it all work out.” but all i could do was think about it. how could i not? i don’t even want this. it made a single tear run down my cheek and stop at my jawline. i quickly wiped it to maintain my demeanor with a muttered ‘it’s fine;’ i hated crying in front of people. we finished up in the bathroom and returned to the suite that was completely cleaned and lights dimmed while the TV played ‘martin.’ the comforting aura almost made me forget it all. momma was already gone back to her room with dad.

ayana and i sat in our beds, she was scrolling on onstage and i was already laid down on my side with my bonnet on, ready for sleep. even though we remained casual and netural, a sense of unresolved tension weighed heavily in the room. “skylar, i got you.” ‘yana softly called me by my middle name to show her seriousness, and a warmth spread throughout my chest. one to make my eyes water instantly. i’m glad i was facing away from her..

“yeah, thank you, ‘yana.” i muttered back; hiding the slight cracking in my voice that i just knew she picked up on. something told me a tender smile was on her face and her heart ached also, but i could be wrong. with that, she stopped scrolling and put her phone on the charger. getting underneath her covers to lay down and sleep.

𐙚 don't copy anything from this story. this is all my original work, thoughts, and storyline. credit will be given where credit is due if i get inspired.

[vex-bittys]

Bittybones Chapter 8: Organics and Botanicals (part 5)

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The Good Boy Points yielded mixed but expected results. Corvus the Kara bitty, Egg the Softbones, Buttons, and Phantom racked up the Points like famous sports athletes playing the sport that they are famous athletes for (that was terrible). Berry the Profanity Machine, Red the Destroyer, and Brassyberry the Pervert failed to earn the Good Boy Points like I fail to make good sports analogies (hey we're not that bad). I had to start awarding the Points on a curve or poor Red wouldn't have any G except the stolen ones (hey!), which I allowed the thieving duo to keep.

Today, I stopped by Gigi's bitty shop to pick up items that Phantom and Berry the Yanberry had chosen to redeem their Good Boy Points for: cigarettes for Phantom, with the promise that I would leave a window cracked open so he could smoke them and some bitty-sized art supplies for Berry to express his creativity in a way that isn't swearing… not that it stopped him from swearing. My other bitties wandered around the shop, browsing while Gigi and Buttons chatted, but none of them found anything to spend their G on. I also had to stop Red from shoplifting (buying on credit!) several times.

Next we made a stop at one of those scented lotion stores. I wanted some fancy body wash and lotion, and Corvus became interested in the bubble bath selection. Red, perched on my shoulder in his appointed position of seeing-eye bitty, complained loudly about the “stink” (it smelled all flowery n’ shit). Brassy, on my other shoulder, agreed just as loudly. No Good Boy Points for them. Berry, and Buttons ask to sniff some of the soaps and lotions, Egg slept, and Phantom flirted with a salesperson (traitor)(At least it wasn't Momma).

Corvus finally picked out a bubble bath scented with “calming lavender,” and I couldn't resist getting a bottle for myself too. With a bitty family like ours, we were going to need it. 

Our last stop for the day was a bitty-friendly grocery store. The carts had baskets in the top seat with a nice soft lining for bittys to ride in safely. Of course Red and Brassberry refused the basket (of course). Red wanted to be my seeing-eye bitty again and yell at people (i'm helping!) and Brassy wanted to ride in my cleavage (I like hearing her heartbeat). Phantom kept a watchful eyelight on Berry and Buttons, who were practically climbing the sides of the basket to browse the shelves.

Corvus had his hands full making sure Egg didn't get lost. Softbones bittys have a habit of falling asleep in strange places, which isn't a problem at home or in the smaller shops we visited earlier. In fact, when I paid for our purchases at Gigi's shop, she'd opened the till to find him dozing inside. This grocery store was bustling, though. Egg could end up in someone's purse or missing in the huge maze of aisles or bins of produce. Thankfully, Corvus was on the case!

We entered the candy aisle, and my two young bittys cheered. They had plans for their Good Boy Points, and those plans involved copious amounts of sugary treats! I also needed to restock my supply of jelly beans for Red, which I mercifully did not charge him any G for (it's a dietary requirement). I warned all three of my little candy addicts that I would be limiting their sugar intake. I learned from experience with Red that too many sweets can make a bitty violently ill (stop telling people about that!).

With our pile of unhealthy food in the bottom of the cart, we perused the other aisles, picking up staples like pancake mix and cheese puffs. Everyone except Egg voiced their opinion in the produce aisle (vegetables are gross and the world must know!)(Yeah, no veggies!), but I only needed a few items. Since it's summer time, I liked to head to the Farmer's Market on the weekends for local fruits and vegetables. I don't care how much a certain Edgy Bitty complains; he's going to eat a balanced diet!

(we’ll see about that!)

On our way to the checkout lanes, Brassberry asked if we could go to the meat department to get a steak. Since adopting Buttons, I've been having all of our meat products delivered, but Brassy liked to pick out his own like a mighty hunter singling out his prey. I prepared to remind him that a certain family member might become anxious at the sight of flesh when the family member in question spoke up.

“If you want to go, I'll be OK, Momma,” Buttons said, reassuring me several more times when I questioned the decision. 

Crossing the basket, Buttons stood next to Corvus, who beamed at him. Corvus wrapped a dark wing around him, and Egg woke up to hug Buttons around the middle. I felt a tug on my hair; Red demanded to be placed in the basket, where he took up a protective position behind Buttons, one itsy bitsy hand on the young bitty's shoulder.

(it ain't like that! i just wanted some of the attention or whatever…)

Apparently, in addition to helping Buttons with his nightmares and his eye socket injuries, Egg and Corvus have been talking him through his residual fears from the trauma he experienced in his original home. Even Berry strolled over to stand beside his friend.

“Let's go to the meat section and fuck shit up,” the baby-faced potty-mouth cheered.

So we're on our way to the meat section, possibly to fuck shit up (yay!) and maybe also get a steak for Brassy I guess (Yay!).

Why can't we ever just have a normal shopping trip?

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[mvniae]

sasha belvedere.

codename: maniae

TW: death, sex work, nsfw subjects

— BASICS

Name: Sasha Belvedere Nicknames: Jade (stripper name), Maniae (hacker/gang alias), Sash, S, Age / D.O.B.: 31, tbd. Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis female, she/her/hers & bisexual Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia Affiliation: Civilian, former hacker (Olympus) Job position: Stripper, sugarbaby, cam girl Relationship status: Single Education: masters in computer science Children: Iris (age 5) & Ares (age 2) Positive traits: enthusiastic, ambitious, confident, , dexterous Negative traits: secretive, obstinate, sassy, self-serving, distant, paranoid.

— BIOGRAPHY

Hacking came quick to Sasha when she was young. It didn't take long as she got better & better, finding ways to make money out of it. She made friends out of it, online & in person. In Atlanta, there were plenty gangs of its own. One was called Olympus, where each member was nicknamed after a God or Goddess. Sasha had been invited by a close friend, Illiana Montana, when she was just 17 years old. She proved herself to be a member worth their while & earned the name Maniae, after the goddess of madness, insanity, & crazed frenzy.

She was a member until she was 26. When one night, she been on video chat with the members, as she was on campus, getting her degree in computer science. At that point, the gang had made its allies & enemies, & they were discussing their next moves of protection. And like some cruel, action movie, a rival gang had burst into the room & shot dead each member. Sasha hid her camera & name but recorded the whole massacre. She knew she needed the horrible event to be recorded for evidence or blackmail. Or for the day she'd get revenge, she hasn't decided yet.

The next few months involved the woman planning her move to New York. She waited until after she graduated & left. Moving into her apartment, she struggled to get a job in the computer science field. She turned to stripping, having been taken classes in the past, & got skills from it. It didn't take long for her to eventually become a sugar baby & a cam girl in the past year.

— PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5'6" Body type: Thicc(?)/Curvy Hair: Dark brown, ash blonde on the occasion, or box braids Eyes: Dark brown Facial hair: N/A Piercings/Tattoos: Nipple piercings, belly button piercing Distinguishing marks: N/A Languages: English Fashion style: tbd

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

"BLAH BLAH BLAH": Brotherhood member that tries to recruit Sasha into their gang as a hacker (0/2)

Hookups: self explanatory (0/3)

Baby daddy: could be one person of both kids, or one for each kid! (0/2?)

babysitters: gotta watch the babies while mommy works (0/3)

also accepting: romantic, platonic, familial, sugar daddy/momma

[mattmurdockhere]

[voice message]

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She is not my sugar mama, haha.

[voice to chat]

I will let Susan know of our money problems. Is this because you accepted bananas as payment for the last case? I understand the client was elderly, but...

[forresthillsdrive]

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Why the hell I keep getting this chat, is this a sign 👀😭 where the SM at

[orneryjenrn]

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[the-haunted-office]

Chatting with Garlic earlier and I said that Doom would so be some villain's sugar momma. xD

She 100% would! She would pay for their little hobbies and things, whatever they want that makes them happy. The only thing is, it has to be things that she's comfortable with too. Like, if their whole thing is going out and making bigass guns to murder people? She's all fine with that as long as it's people that deserve to die, like billionaires. But random innocent people? Nope, she won't allow that.

But yeah, she's halfway villain herself, so she'd be absolutely cool with so many things and would fuel and fund the villain lifestyle. Just... within certain limitations. x)

[countrylover89-blog]

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[sideranews]

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[bike42]

Tuesday July 4, 2023

Happy Fourth of July!  I’m delighted, for the 3rd time in my life, to be in a National Park on July 4th (2012 Glacier, 2014 Yellowstone, 2023 Glacier)!  For me, being immersed in a National Treasure like this is better than fireworks!

We had heavy rain last night after we’d returned to the tent, and awoke to an overcast moist morning.  Breakfast was a warm dish of rice with sugar, cinnamon and probably canned apples - it was warm and someone else planned and prepared it!

Apparently, the campsite Todd and the Rawhousers’ ended up with had a river run through it and they were drenched overnight.  Due to that, we had a later start (10:30a).  Jeff and I shook out our tent the best we could, but it felt 5 pounds heavier today!  We hung out at the food prep site and chatted with other hikers while we waited for the others to get packed up.

The weather cleared up, but forecast said storms after 3:30p so that kept us moving along today.  We followed the Belly River, stopping at a beautiful waterfall (Dawn Mist).  We took several “pack off” breaks including time for delayering.  My feet were just a bit damp when we started (same socks as yesterday) but they didn’t feel bad or cause any trouble.  I actually felt great all day and hiked close to Todd who is a nonstop wealth of information - plants, animals, park history, etc.  We sure hit the jackpot again with our guide!

We forded Mokawanis River, most of us walking barefoot using poles to steady ourselves.  The water was refreshingly cold, the bottom was flat pebbles, and the current was strong.  We ate a lunch of peanut butter on pita with dried bananas and enjoying the river, flowing out of Copsey Lake (named for the first Ranger at Glacier).  He named these other lakes as well:  Elizabeth, Sue, Helen and Margaret (not after daughters according to Todd).  While we were eating lunch another Glacier Guide came by with some of his group.  Apparently, some in his group struggled yesterday so he changed his permit to stay two nights to allow R&R for the group, and several of them were out just for a short day trip.  Both he and Todd had been baseball pitchers and got into a rock skipping duel, the likes of which I’d never seen!

We saw several other couples, but we’re off the CDT and Alternate CDT routes now for a couple of days.  We arrived at our camp at the foot of Glenn’s Lake (foot) a little after 3pm.  It was nice to get to camp and get everything dried out!  Also to have time to chill out. 

There is just one other couple at this camp, a really nice couple from Boulder.  They went out into the lake, which prompted Tam and I to try to take a quick dip.  The lake had a very long shallow portion, so by the time we’d walked out to the deeper water, we were already frozen!  We dipped up to our shoulders, which took all the bravery I could muster!  We walked out quickly and toweled off, feeling like pins and needles, yet very refreshing!!

We had an early dinner @ 5:30pm.  Afterwards, Jeff and I played a game of Cribbage but mosquitoes made us stop at one game (our box of cards was destroyed from being in the bottom of my pack, but Todd had a set of cards).  Tam and Dan were down at the lake in search of a moose and came back reporting beaver sighting!  We were just about to turn in, but we went to the lake with the others and we were entertained by a busy momma beaver (obvious teats) - eating willows along the shore just a little ways from us.  She seemed to know we were there, but ignored us.  After she swam away Todd walked through there and then she slapped her tail.

As we retired, the predicted rain hadn’t happened yet, just some rumblings in the distance.  I read for a bit, and at 9:30p - the storm came with gusto: thunder, lightning and heavy rain.  I put in my ear plugs, covered my eyes with my mask and snuggled into my sleeping bag (still a little chilled from my lake dip).

6.35 miles, 542 ft elevation gain, 4 hours

[nytehavyn-circle]

Tolaas had been listening to the woman chatting with someone - Tolaas assumed it was a friend - on her phone, and couldn't help but laugh when she jokingly mentioned being broke and needing a sugar daddy.

He grinned at her, fangs glinting, and waved a hand at her, "No worries, darlin', it's okay." He lightly shook his head, still amused. "Yeah, yer normal 'nuff," he winked at her,. "Incidentally, yer not the only one I've heard lately talkin' 'bout gettin' a sugar daddy er sugar momma 'cause a how broke everybody is. An' some people've purdy serious when they said it."

Tolaas looked at the woman for several moments, a thought rolling around in his mind. He leaned forward toward her, just a bit given they were at different tables, and furrowed his brow. "Look, this may sound ... strange ta ya, but if'n yer havin' serious money troubles, I'm willin' ta help ya out," he said. And before she had a chance to object or scoff, he raised a hand. "I'm serious an' no there ain't no catch. It's me bein' kind, 'cause too many people aren't. I'm payin' it forward 'cause so many people've been there fer me in my life, an' 'cause it's the right thing ta do."

@fcxglove

open to: w / m / nb

muse: tessa callaway. twenty two. er nurse.

plot: i’m sitting alone at a coffee shop and you are also sitting alone and u heard me talking on the phone to my best friend and i was joking with her about getting a sugar daddy bc i’m hella broke, but i swear that i’m like kinda normal, now stop laughing

“ as thrilled as i am to be such great entertainment for you, i’d really appreciate if you could keep the laughing to a minimum. it was a joke, i swear i’m… normal, enough. ”

[clownwaterpark]

i wanna get splatoon 3 so bad but i haven’t payed for nintendo online in forever and it would probably cost me $80