Aleysha Losa (Oceteva)
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crazybeautifulmess.bsky.social
Aleysha Losa (Oceteva)
@crazybeautifulmess.bsky.social
✨Whatever makes you happy, do that.

🪽Not all angels are in heaven, baby. I’m right here.

🖤Forever @ofasmokehaze.bsky.social ride or die.

||RP|OC|21+|Mature|SS|Fake|TW|MDNI||

#SOA / #MayansMC #Roleplay #Riven
— calm me down, no matter how real they may or may not be. None of this shit was even supposed to last this long but it’s just been one thing after the other. I was supposed to leave an hour ago to pick up Melody from my mother; luckily she was willing to keep her overnight tonight.
July 22, 2025 at 2:31 AM
— point all I want to do is go home and crawl into bed. But that’s not an option right now. I’m resisting the urge to open my mouth and speak right now because I know that nothing I say is going to be nice or lack attitude. I’m full of attitude at the moment and no amount of threats are going to —
July 22, 2025 at 2:31 AM
— an equal at the very least. My eyes narrow as Happy speaks, I want to roll them, but I resist. I love how everyone thinks I’m so fucking clueless and helpless. Please, I can handle myself better than half these assholes wearing patches.

Frustrated, tired, overstimulated and just angry at this —
July 22, 2025 at 2:31 AM
This man is really working my nerves. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t do well taking orders. Especially not from men who are not my husband. And let’s be honest, I barely listen to him sometimes. I’m not one of those girls that needs to stand behind a man for any reason. I will stand beside like—
July 22, 2025 at 2:31 AM
— said anything, but my patience was already thin to begin with. And as each minute ticks by the less I want to be here. Clearing off my plate, I drop my fork in the middle of the plate and stand carrying it over to the trash.
July 18, 2025 at 11:18 PM
— a fuck how bad I am at hiding it. So don’t mention it again.” I narrow my eyes, stabbing my fork into a piece of chicken.

Most people don’t talk back to Happy. I am not most people. And I am definitely not in the mood for any shit right now. If the circumstances were different I might not have —
July 18, 2025 at 11:18 PM
“I’m already sitting, what do you want me to do sit twice? The fuck.” I’m still keeping my voice quiet, though it goes up an octave the angrier I get. “Second of all Ima need you to check yourself and keep your voice down. Because until me and my husband decide, no one else knows. And I don’t give —
July 18, 2025 at 11:18 PM
-- my table. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I busy myself eating, even though at the moment I have no appetite thanks to the spiteful side of me that wants to be defiant. "I hope you and my husband both know you're on my shit list right now." My voice is quiet, but I know Happy hears me.
July 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM
-- drained and all I want to do is take my husband and go home, but I know that won't happen. Not now anyway. The way things are looking, Dante will probably be here all night which is not something I'm looking forward to. Of course moments later, I see @inkedinsmiles.bsky.social strolling over to--
July 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM
-- every side of his personality that exists. He likes ot think I forget some of the shit, but I remember it all. Shaking my head, I pop a piece of cucumber in my mouth and walk towards one of the empty tables in the far back of the clubhouse near the back door.

My social battery has completely --
July 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM
-- to stand beside me. "I don't need a fucking baby sitter." I know Happy heard me, but he doesn't say anything he just smiles. Smug asshole.

I know the look on Dante's face all too well. He likes to think he keeps me sheltered from a lot of shit, but as long as we've been together, I've seen --
July 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM
-- out of control.

Inhaling deeply, I choose not to answer him, not to argue, even though it is driving me insane. Now is not the time or the place. That doesn't stop me from being annoyed at now having a baby sitter. Frustrated, I mumble under my breath when Happy follows instructions and comes--
July 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM
-- and just doesn't want to get overly excited in case we're let down, again, but I expected more than what I got. Granted, I'm sure his reaction would have been different if we were at home by ourselves. Here, there are too many distractions, and I need to remind myself of that so I don't spiral --
July 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM
The last thing I want to do is fight with my husband, especially not here in front of everyone, but my emotions are running high and I've already had to tell him our news when I didn't want to. The reason I wanted to wait until we were truly alone was the reaction. I know deep down he is happy and--
July 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM
Is it? I’m in a goofy mood idk what’s wrong with me. Lol
July 9, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Haha I do it too. But your lil girlie friend is gonna have words for you later too!
July 9, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Lol somehow I think our other halves would be upset!
July 9, 2025 at 4:00 PM
-- I was helping Diana cook. And I promise you, right now is not the time to mess with me, so please eat and don't make me worry about it again." I don't mean to be so bitchy, but I have enough to worry about without adding to it. I take the plate from my husband, hoping he will listen to me.
July 9, 2025 at 1:32 AM
-- convinced, but he doesn't push me either. Not right now anyway. Taking several deep breaths, I slowly move towards the doorway and lean against it. I'm not ready to mingle, and all I really want to do is go home.

"Gracias, papi, pero I told you to eat. I've been snacking this whole time while--
July 9, 2025 at 1:32 AM
-- it is a lot to handle all at once. Not just for me, but everyone seems on edge. "Estas bien, hermanita?" I hear my brother's voice before I see him peering into the kitchen at me. Offering a tight-lipped smile, I nod. "Si, claro. Solo necesita un momento." Somehow I don't think my brother is --
July 9, 2025 at 1:32 AM
My emotions are all over the place still, and no matter what I try, nothing is calming me down. And I know that I need to calm down; the stress is going to do me no favors. All the chaos of the clubhouse was also not helping. I know this whole thing is supposed to be bringing us all together, but --
July 9, 2025 at 1:32 AM
— calm down, pero papi, this shit…” I gesture with my hands to him and around the room indicating everything around us. “This shit ain’t fucking helping! At all! Now go eat!”
July 7, 2025 at 9:47 PM
— take your happy ass out there,” I point out to the main room of the clubhouse with my other hand on my hip. “And get the biggest fucking plate of food and eat it before I lose my shit completely, Dante.” I rarely use his name, usually only when I’m mad, so he knows I’m serious. “You want me to —
July 7, 2025 at 9:47 PM
— mounts when I hear the only thing my husband has eaten all day was the burrito I made him for breakfast over ten hours ago. Without a second thought, I step out of his arms and clench my fist, bringing it up to connect with his shoulder. I didn’t hit him hard, though I wanted to. “You better —
July 7, 2025 at 9:47 PM