Welcome to Jonah-aesthetic, I'm Keianna and as some of you know this is my second writing blog. My first blog is @thatcanadianfangirl which means I do reply to my comments and like posts as that blog.
I've been writing for almost seven years. I got into writing my own fanfiction when I couldn't find any for the fandom I wanted. If there wasn't any out there I was going to write it for myself and I did, I feel in love with.
Over the recent years I’ve been struggling with my continuation of writing. I have multiple series left unfinished due to lost inspiration or new ideas clouding the older ones. I did lose my doggie last year in March and I haven’t written anything since my unfinished series called That One.
Plot: One night JJ reluctantly allows Jade to care for his wounds.
Word Count: 2.1k+
Disclaimer: Written in first person, slow burn, brother's best friend, talks of domestic abuse, underage drinking, barely any dialogue (I haven't written anything in over a year)
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the Chateau is eerily quiet in the earliest hours of the morning. So quiet I could capture the faintest of sounds outside the delicate windows. Every little creak the house made as it continued to settle is very prominent like the rattling water pipes, or the ancient AC in the living room.
Especially when I was the only one here, which was a fair amount of the time. I haven't heard anything from my twin brother or his little group in hours. probably off doing their own thing, never unheard of and yet it made the uneasiness embed into my spine like a ticking bomb.
I felt my body finally tipping into the unconscious world of dreamless sleep. But the loud bang of wood hitting wooden had my brain shoot into consciousness like a bullet loading into the chamber. My mind scattered and it took a few seconds before the confusion wiped out.
Once it did my heart hopped into my esophagus, body working faster than my foggy brain. Throwing the purple blankets from my frame I navigated my way across the hall and into John's room. Wrenching the worn floorboard open with the butter knife hidden between his mattress. When I got it lose I yanked the bat out and hurried for the hall on bare toes.
I mentally made an offering to the goddess above to make sure it was another rabbit that managed to get its self stuck on the porch. like the last one had two summers ago in august. But I had a gut feeling as the uneasiness began soaking up its last seconds that it was something or someone more dangerous.
A masculine wounded grunt had my entire being frozen. That definitely wasn't a damn rabbit or anything close to animal-like. My offering official got delivered to the wrong address. It took all my mental strength to scare of the fear trying to take me alive.
I took a step forward and warning bells rang in my head, telling me to run back and crawl out the window. One slow breath after another, I was raised by a wolf and yet in this moment I felt like a sheep disguised as a cougar.
Just keep breathing and contain that fear.
Just keep breathing and contain that fear.
I kept convincing myself. Raising the bat over my shoulder with a grip so suffocating I didn't have to look at my fingers to know my knuckles were white.
Coming closer to the end of the hall way I hid against the wall and slowly took a peak into the opened area towards the door. I sighed in relief and could almost laugh at the empty sight in front of me. My eyes soon scoped out the rest of the house and that comforting relief was short lived.
On the worn couch was a massive frame of a man. My heart skipped and thumped faster. Eyes shot opened and connected with mine for a split second before fear spiked, Pulling my back flush against the wall and out of sight. So hard I'm pretty sure the neighbors heard the thump.
"Fuck!" I whispered under my breath.
"Booker."
JJ Maybank , one my twin brother's best friend. Hot head, obnoxious and extremely loyal. The only one who has ever called me by my middle name and the one who continues to do it. I'm convinced he only does it to get under John's skin, the disapproving glare he gets every time is like handing him a bar of gold.
The mental switch from danger to safety flicked into place. I slide my body down the wall and onto the floor and the bat clattering to the floor, my breathing taking its time to recover. My head rested against the wall as I reply the mental events that I've experienced and I almost find myself laughing.
A few more passing seconds I gather myself and turned the light on. It flickers a few times before illuminating his gorgeous sun-kissed complexion. I found myself speechless at the state I found him in, JJ who seemed to have had been in a fight or two melted into the length of my sofa.
Concern dug into me and I couldn't help but picture him when we were younger. At the beach after a massive storm left perfect surf waves. John making fun of me for not grasping the basics of surfing. JJ staying back and helping me really understand the foundations. Him cheering me on when I became a better suffer than my older twin my three minutes and forty-three seconds.
I missed those days when were close, when he was proud of my surfing journey. Recent years I felt him slowly pull away, I'm not sure if it's John B's doing or himself. Sure we talk and acknowledge each other but its nothing compared to how we were before.
"JJ" I spoke his name tenderly as I kneeled on the floor by his side. I studied his face getting a closer look at the damage. A huge bruise circled his left eye and his right cheek bone. HIs lip and right eyebrow were sporting hefty splits. Blood trailed from his nose and mouth, mingling with the grim splayed all over. Whoever he got into a cat fight with definitely knew how to throw a packed punch.
I felt his dull blue eyes on me as I tried to inspect his wounds further. Lightly taking his jaw into my grasp, but he jerked his head to the side far out of my hands. I tired again reaching for his chin and he yank his head in the other direction.
Fucking pogues and their I-got-it-handled-mentality.
I rolled my eyes and caught his chin with a tighter grip, he winched and finally dropped his chin into my palms. I tilted his head left and right for a few quick seconds really examining his wounds. Nothing I couldn't handle, but it hurt my heart to see him get himself in this situation. Always testing those Kooks till they burst, which took no time at all.
"Who did this to you Jay?" I asked using the nickname I gave him in fifth grade. He only stared at me blankly and I felt myself fall into defeat. What did I do to make him become so distant towards me?
"I didn't think you'd be here." He Ignores my question completely,
"You do realize that I live here right?" I spat, done with this shit he was giving me. I didn't care if he got pushed into the dirt by someone living in figure 8. The least he could do was treat me like a human being in my own home.
"Oh, I'm fully aware of that, Booker." He croaks. I scoff and leave the conversation at that. He ignored me for a reason I can't decipher. I stared at him for a long minute hoping he'd give me something or anything for that matter, but he just stares right back at me.
"God you're frustrating Maybank." I shake my head in disbelief, "But unfortunately I still care about you, meet me in the bathroom or suffer a nasty infection, God knows you deserve it." I said pointedly before getting up and heading for the bathroom.
I began collecting the supplies I needed for a patch up job like JJ's face around the house. Back in the bathroom I set up a small sanitized station for everything I needed.
He stood in the doorway, leaning his body weight on the frame for the support he needed. Telling me his face wasn't the only place that took a hit. Our eyes connected for the second time tonight. Understanding swirled into his sky blue eyes.
"Um..the toilet will be fine." I instructed after realizing he wasn't going to say anything more. I broke my glance from his and focused on my hands once I've noticed him begin to obey my words. JJ towered over as he brushed past my body against the sink and taking his assigned seat.
Standing in from of him I assess him for what posture I needed him to be in for the best sew up job. Hooking my finger under his chin lifting his jaw higher, the yellow light making his skin glow. "Sit up." I whispered, and surprisingly he did. His face a good ten inches away from mine. I could see everything and god did it look a lot worse in decent lighting. "Perfect."
Softly I brushed his blonde hair behind each ear making sure every strand was out of the way. His Adam's apple bobbed and my eyes instantly caught his gaze again. Heat began to flood my neck and started attacking face, I yanked my eyes away before he could spot the colour.
I trailed a warm damp rag along his face clearing it of sweat, grim, blood and whatever else. I could feel his eyes on me as I continued to disinfected his face in prep for a small sewing job. His blue gaze became tempting I snuck another glance. JJ was almost everything a girl wanted, but he wasn't exactly someone I'd pursue and I think its because he's been John's friend since forever. If he wasn't, maybe things could've been a whole lot different. Maybe.
Disinfecting the two gashes I noticed the one resting on his eyebrow was the only one needing a stitch or two. Making my job easier. With clean hands I peeled the surgical suture out of the package. I picked up a thing or two patching up my father on his treasure hunting days and now John's.
With JJ watching my every move my hands developed a small termer in the amount of time I've been cleaning his face. I didn't feel comfortable stitching his face this far, somehow Jay sensed my struggle. Opening his leg wider and laid his hand on the back of my bare thigh softy pulling me closer to him. Leaving his hand there there was no doubt he didn't miss the blush upon my cheeks.
A job like this was a walk in the park with the many times I've done it before, but for some damn reason this boy was effecting me in ways I cant explain.
Threading the suture into his skin JJ grimaced and clawed into my thigh. I held in a groan at the sharp pain he caused me and continued with sewing him up. It took three times longer than my usually work but I'm just relieve I didn't poke out his blue eyes.
Jay dropped his hand and I oddly missed the warm feeling it gave me. He stayed silent watching me chuck out the suture and taking down the station I had for the past half an hour. Putting everything back in their respected placements.
"There's a frozen meat in the freezer to keep the swelling down. You probably knew that, because you basically live here too." I laugh to myself, JJ just blinks at me.
"Goodnight, Jay." I sigh and head for my room.
Crawling underneath my lavender covers I couldn't help but think how odd JJ was acting, I've never in my life seen him so quiet. The guy couldn't stop talking if his life depended on it. Maybe that's why it felt so weird to be so close to him.
Jay's steps were soft against the floor but were very present, his steps got louder then halted just outside my door. A few long moments passed before he had opened it and shut it behind him. It took three steps before I felt him sink into my twin mattress I've has since I was ten.
His movements were slow but he manages to get under the blanket with me and pull me to his chest, I didn't move and stayed quiet wondering what this boy was going to do. My heart hammered for the sixteenth time in the last hour.
I could feel his shoulders shaking violently and held me tighter to his body, his head resting on my shoulder as he began to sob. My heart broke at the realization it wasn't just some lousy kook who beat him, a rich boy could never have him this vulnerable.
It was Luke, his own father.
Carefully I wormed my way to face him. Wrapping my arms around him and Jay let me pull him into my chest. I caressed his sticky hair and did what I could to bring him comfort. His held me so tight I could barely breathe, I could care less as his sobs grew louder and more violent. My entire soul broke for the boy in arms.
Plot: Aurora Puts her morals aside to feel validated in her best friend's luxurious world. Agreeing to a fake-dating deal with the one person she can't stand, Jonah Marais. After stepping into his word and understanding why he's so distance with the world around him. Aurora takes it into her hands to show him just how amazing the world could be. Will her little quest to familiarize the ignorant musician with the best things life has to offer crash and burn? Or will it be a successful mission causing them to become something more than friends?
Word Count: 2K+
A/N: I'm in the process of rewriting That One making it more mature and developed. I put in on hiatus because I wasn't happy with the gala part it felt very cliche and young. It just wasn't something I was going for. I took out a few important keys of the original story but there's still the foundation.
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The sweet scents and warm ambiance of the Dark Bean coffee shop had begun to cure my foggy brain. I spent countless hours hunched over my desk cramming for the first midterm of the semester. Ivette somehow managed to tear be for my hell when I was so daze, I couldn't understand the material. My entire body thanked the goddess sitting across from me while it sunk into the foam of the booth.
My parents worked themselves to the ground to assure I had the best education. An opportunity they never had; I was beyond grateful. I devoted my entire being to prove to them I wasn't taking it for granted. They were relieved when I got accepted into Red Dawn University's undergrad law program.
I'm utterly exhausted.
This third year is drowning me and pulling me under. I could feel myself burning out and the worst part was that I didn't even want to pursue a career in Law. I'm an artist, that was my passion, but the proud look on both my parents faces fueled me to continue, I didn't have the heart to disappoint them after everything they've done for me.
"I didn't just bring you here for coffee." Ivette chipped and a red smile etched into her lips. I cautiously pull myself up, curiosity driving.
"I'm so proud of you." Ivette starts and plucks a gift bag I hadn't noticed in my delirium, onto the black the table. I didn't have the effort to fight her on it and gave her an unamused glance.
Reluctantly I reached for the lavender bag, her eyes are bright and full of anticipation. I peak inside once I collect it into my lap, a white apple box taunts be within. I sigh and slide the bag back onto the table. "I love you Ivette, but your words are enough of me."
She slides the bag back in front of me, "I know you don't like my extravagant gifts but please take this one. Let me replace your ten-year-old laptop. You deserve it." Her words are soft, and I felt every word she said.
"It's too much."
"No. It's not enough."
Over the years we've been friends Ivette has tried gifting me with various expensive presents. There was no way I could possibly return the favour and usually decline it. Sure, she's told me multiple times a gift isn't an exchangeable favour, but I can't help but feel indebted to her like I do with my parents. Ivette understands the way I feel and takes them back with no questions asked.
There was something about the pleading in her eyes that possessed me to take the bag, "well, god I didn't think I'd ever see the day Aurora Peshlakai willing accepted a gift."
"Don't ruin the moment." I tease.
My attention got caught by a figure approaching in my peripheral, the barista. He's tall and broad, wearing a rich brown apron atop black clothing. His complexion is dark, and his hair is a course black heap of tight curls. The iced beverage I ordered seven minutes ago rests in his hand in all it's legendary glory.
Dark Bean had the best Iced caramel lattes that would have me crawling on my knees for another. It was the perfect combination of sweet sugary goodness and the bitter depths of strong caffeine.
A grin crawled onto his lips, noticing my gaze lingering a little too long. Tray as his name tag had stated read my interest wrong, and even though he's easy on the eyes my only desire was that caramel heaven.
He kept his gaze on me, replacing my already empty coffee with the fresh one. "Iced salted caramel latte, extra drizzle and two shots of expresso." He stated,
"Thank you." I say sheepishly.
Was it really necessary to speak my customized order?
He transferred his attention to my Latina best friend, "It there anything I can get you?" His tone is polite and eager to please. She sneaks a glance at me giving me a knowing look.
Now that was an evident look of mischief.
"Unfortunately, no. One serving of caffeine is enough to last me the week." He nods his heads,
"No problem. Just give me a shout if you need another." Trey directed his last words to me. He was just doing his job, but somehow it felt like a personal attack on the amount of coffee I consumed in the hour we've been here.
"Don't worry, she will. This one is a whore for a simple coffee fix." Ivette announced for the entire café to hear. Tray flashed an intrigued look over his shoulder and heat rose high upon the surface of my skin.
I slitted my eyes playfully at her. "Some days you made it extremely hard not to strangle you."
"Oh, I'd be first in line to buy tickets to see your ager obliterate you." She stares
"Honestly at this rate it might come sooner than you anticipated." I stare back.
Soon we find ourselves locked into a starting contest.
Both of us leaning our bodies against the table, resting our arms a top it. Out faces are mere inches away from each other, testing each other, teasing each other. Her brown face is stoic until I break into a smile, and she begins to fight a bite of laughter back.
Staring contests were something we've done since high school. Always falling into them when we matched our exuberant energies together. I'm usually the one to break it but Ivette's daunting gaze darts from mine, latching onto something just past my shoulder. A look of interest slips before Ivette recovers from it.
A strong Sandalwood scent causes my head to spin before I can follow her line of vision. It was almost familiar with a few more components added to it. Once I reclaim myself, I find a tall frame shadowing our table.
Jonah Marais holds himself well, demeaner confident but relaxed. His stormy blue eyes stare at me and I wonder if he might've lost his mind on his way over here. He wasn't someone I've acquainted myself with, but Ivette had herself ringed into his circle. Dickmatized by his band's drummer, Daniel.
"Jonah what a pleasure." Ivette breaks the silence and Jonah takes it as an invitation to squeeze in next to me.
What could this man possibly want?
A wolfish grin spreads on his pink lips as if he developed the ability to sense my annoyance overnight
I roll my eyes.
I prayed to the universe he's informing Ivette of another gig his band, Why Don't We locked down. They've done well for themselves these last few years, gaining more exposure with every passing day. It wasn't rare to see them preforming in bigger venues or on well-known stages.
Although the look of determination hiding in his eyes told me otherwise. I feel like I'm going to be sick.
"You heard my parents are hosting yet another charity gala right," He directs his question at Ivette, his body splaying on the bench. Forcing his thigh to be pressed against mine.
"Yeah, for the Everett Animal Hospital Right?" Ivette falls into conversation with him like they're long-lost friends. "Yep, that's the one." He pops the 'p' out disinterest about the organization.
"Didn't they stop accepting clients because they're low staffed?" I ask,
"Gianna was saying something like that the other day." Ivette's younger sister volunteered there as much as she could outside her busy school schedule.
"Good thing my parents are the prime donors of that place" He shrugs as if money overweighted the employees.
I scoffed at the ignorance he possessed; God forbid he knew what it was like to live a normal life. There was no point in explaining that the animal hospital needed more than just money. It'd just be a waste of air, in one ear out the other.
"You taking Seavey?"
"I couldn't imagine going with anyone else. Why? Does he have other plans I'm unaware of?" Ivette pries aggressively. Needing to know if the man she devoted her time to is fishing in a different pond. I fight the urge to smack the day lights out of him.
Did he have any awareness for the people around him?
"God no, that kid is absolutely done for when it comes to you." He seems to be amused at the thought of his best friend having the ability to cheat.
Maybe he did.
"Good." A glint of pride dips into her gaze. "Are you planning on taking Yelena?"
Yelena Wren. Psych major who worked for everything she got but could never say no to a good party and a few drinks. I didn't know her too well, but I enjoyed the few conversations we've shared in class. She deserved more than what Jonah was willing to give her.
"Nah, I want something different this time around?"
"I need to know who stole your attention." She's eager and I laugh just looking at her, always ready to hear the latest drama.
Jonah's head falls in my direction and his eyes grow darker with each passing second. He's out of his goddamn mind, it sure as hell ain't stable if this motherfucker is referring to me. Ivette is speechless and her brain seems to be buffering.
"Absolutely not, Marais." I seethe still processing this entirely situation.
"Come on Princess. Quiet pretending. I know you wanted me in high school." He winks pulling his lip in with his teeth, I swallow the bile rising in my throat.
How the fuck did he get that information from? Although it was true, I did for a fraction of my teen years want to know what his hair felt like between my fingers. I'd never verbally admit it to him, besides it's purely irrelevant now. Plus, that was before I experienced firsthand who that boy really was and still is.
"You're disgusting." I spat,
"Perfect. I'll see you in two weeks." He nodded at Ivette and removes himself from the booth, I stare at the parasite until he gathers himself into his pristine tesla across the street
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"Holy shit!" Ivette musters up after a forty-five-minute commute to her lavish penthouse apartment. Falling back into her velvet lavender sofa set in the middle of her living space.
I do something similar on her second couch, staring up at the high white ceiling as if it had all the answer to the universe, "I suspected you had put him up to this." I start and I hear her movement as she shoots up. "..But your reaction was too genuine. The look of pure shook was written there as if Jonah himself shot you with a bullet."
"Not a bullet, he hit me with a fucking nuke."
"You had no idea?" I ask, there was a slim possibility she had been milking her reacting. The girl was a theatre major after all.
"Not a goddamn idea" she says, and I swear I could hear the shock still lingering in her words.
"Daniel hasn't said anything?"
"Nothing, but-" She cuts herself and it catches my attention.
I roll onto my stomach wanting to what has her gears stuttering. A blank expression splayed on her face, and I know she's trying to cover something up.
"What is it?" my question is so urgent it comes off as a demand,
"I just always thought he had a thing for you." Her tone is calm and soft, shrugging her shoulders and I don't take any of her words seriously. It was absurd just thinking about, "Whenever you came to their bar gigs I saw the way he watched you," A shiver crawls up my spine and causing shudders to cast over my entire body. "Then in conversation he seems to remember the smallest details I share about you. And brings them up several weeks or months later. It nothing too personal, just like...your favourite canvas brand or the types of colours you prefer. It's cute"
I feel as if an uninvited guess welcomed themselves into my mind and saw parts of me I kept hidden. I felt completely vulnerable. I didn't feel that way about Corbyn or Zach, so why the fuck did he have that effect on me?
"It's all just a game to him Vette," I say laying my head upon the cushions.
"Maybe," she says dismissively and somehow, I sensed she didn't mean it.
"Trust me. I'm just a flavour he hasn't had the pleasure of devouring.'
"Yeah? And what's that?" Amusement laces in her eyes,
I wouldn’t know what consistency was if one road’s directions had CONSISTENCY written in massive bold letters. I’d somehow manage to yank the steering wheel in the opposite direction, swerving back into the main highway and complete missing the exit. There goes my coffee.
I wouldn’t know what consistency was if it hit me in the freaking face. I feel like a failed y’all but in reality I failed myself. Stunting my growth as a writer.
Jonah Marais x Mahihkan BlueWood Aboriginal Canadian OC
Plot: Mahihkan the 23 year old indigenous worldwide musician known as Wolf is tying off her Blood Moon tour. Both her manager and publicist force her into a fake dating scandal for a few months to bump up her following. Thrown this outrageous idea, she fears she'll lose the true connection she has with her fans.
Word count: 1.3K+
A/n: Perfect Persona previously know as Famous. Written back in 2018 and posted in early 2021. I will keep the previous chapters up for myself. Mahihkan (mah-he-kan)
Famous
The last concert of the Blood Moon tour is grazing the end of the most amazing three hours of her life. In her home town all the tickets were sold out months before hand. A full house always welcomed her on this stage. Hundreds of people crammed together on the floor, Mahihkan noticed a few familiar faces reach for the very stage she performed on. Crushing the capacity of their lungs just to scream her own lyrics back to her.
White knuckles gripped her signature teal microphone, dancing in sync with her hand picked backup dancers. heart thudding inside her ribcage, sweat gleaming down her face and tackling her makeup. It wasn't as noticeable with the stage lights flashing throughout the whole venue. Adrenaline only energized the twenty-three year old indigenous Canadian pop star.
The last song from her newest album came sooner then she wanted. In ear monitors hung on her bare medium brown shoulders. Mahihkan only took out her teal ear piece at her home location. She wanted to hear the passion her fans had, it was absolutely insane to know that all these people came to watch her perform. A dream come to live even after the many years she's been doing it for. it was a new experiencing with each city she concurred.
The steps her choreography burned into her mind came easily. Counting the numbers in her head as she voiced the lyrics she wrote. All of her back up dancers moved flawlessly wearing white matching clothing.
Finishing the 'final' song, the band behind her faded their instruments out, as the dancers made their way off the large stage. Mahihkan breathed heavily, smiling like an idiot, the adrenaline of her performance felt like warm ecstasy living in her blood stream. Walking along the edge of the stage with her teal platform heels Wolf continued to breathe into the mic, knowing The Pack was watching her.
“I just want you guys to know that every day is a blessing you gave me. I’m so beyond grateful for what each and every being in this building has done for me. Especially my fans! I wouldn’t be here without you.” Mahihkan spoke from her heart, each speech was unique to the city she was talking to. Cheers erupted, sharing their admiration for Wolf.
Mahihkan dropped her butt to the stage’s smooth surface. Scooted her body to the edge to dangled her legs off the side of the platform. Her fans respectfully quieted down waiting for her next words.
The lights in the venue gradually got brighter, security escorted everyone who wasn't fortune of snagging a floor ticket. "I love you Vancouver! I'll see you next time I come home!" She yelled, hollers and whistles greeted her. A pang settled into her heart as she watched the seats clear out.
The last thing she would sing would be a cover requested by the picked ticket number in the floor section. They would be invited up on the stage to sing with wolf, sign her teal acoustic guitar and become a part of her Second In Command. Created the first time she performed on this stage, and only on this stage would a new member be chosen.
SIC's are know as her legendary fans, they were invited to studio sessions, music videos, interviews, photo shoots, movie premieres, celebrity parties, and sponsored trips. They were the very first to get their hands on merch and music. To be a member they had to sign a contact stated they wouldn't leak anything about Wolf they weren't suppose to, they'd be cut of from everything to do with Wolf and her team.
The arena was cleared and the guilt Mahihkan was feeling washed away with excitement. "Are you guys ready for this one?" she asked giddily. Bursts of 'yes's' and 'Hell yeah's' echoed into the massive space.
She giggled into the mic adoring the brightness circling their eyes. All of their attention on her, waiting for her to announce the newest member.
She analyzed the enormous group and fell in love with all of them. These were the people who watched her do covers in her childhood bedroom. The ones the supported her through almost every aspect of life and she couldn't ask for better fans.
Once the staff member she knew as Gregory, brought the teal guitar with all sixteen SIC signatures. She whispered a small 'Thank you' before breathe an 'Okay' closing her eyes letting numbers come to her. This process took from 30 seconds to 10 minutes, waiting for the number that felt right in all aspects of her being.
"234." her tone is expressionless as if it was her soul speaking. Nothing but clapping and cheers were thrown in the air, congratulating the new member. This was one of the reasons she loved her fans unconditionally, they weren't violent or filled with hatred. The Pack respected her as a human being. She's been asked multiple times about her fan's odd behavior during interviews, Mahihkan always replied with 'People respect you more when you're more human, real and raw with them'
and it was true, she was.
234 is soon guided through the ocean of people and helped onto the stage's high platform. A tall pale skinned girl with Korean like features continued to walk to Wolf. Both girls holding in their unbuckling eagerness to meet each other.
"Girl, you're so gorgeous." Are the first words to leave Mahihkan's lips, taken by her beauty. The nineteen-year-old giggles as she sits beside her on the edge. They share a strong embrace as if they've been friends for years. "Thank you. That means so much coming from you."
"Please, I'm such a sucker for green eyes." A fuchsia smile is plastered on 234's lips from the raw admiration her favourite musician is showing her. There is a small silence that is always shared between Wolf and her knew member. It's filled with giddiness and shock, both people cant believe its happening.
"Let's put a name to the face shall we?"
"Right! Of course, my name is Chloe. I grew up in Washington, D.C. And been watching your YouTube videos since We Are Who We Are."
Mahihkan's eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets, "Wow, that was the second video I ever posted on that channel, feels like a whole lifetimes ago. You must of been one of the first subscribers."
"Yeah, something like that," Chole says.
It's an hour before Mahihkan finally gets to step off the stage. She already said her goodbye to Chloe mention she'll contact her tomorrow afternoon.
Julie, her assistant and childhood best friend is the first to fall into step with her. both heading for Mahihkan's dressing room where her six year old Pit Bull, Dagger is kept.
"Here." Julie automatically hands her an Aquafina water bottle and a face towel. Mahihkan's heels click against the floor as she gulps down the water greedily. Utterly satisfied by the ice cold water flowing down her throat. She passes the empty bottle back to her and asked about her schedule. "Other then getting to know Chloe and spending time with your family it's cleared for five weeks."
Wolf mentally needed that time off from social media and the press after a huge tour like Blood Moon. She also made it clear to her manager that she is to end every tour in her hometown and see her dad and little brother. with a career like hers it was really hard for her to go back and forth without burning out creativity.
Mahihkan wiped the sweat glazing her skin with the supplied towel. Approaching the dressing room she came face to face with the teal star on the door with the name Wolf written atop it.
It still felt like a fever dream living the life everyone craved in their blood. She's been thriving in this lifestyle for over five years and everyday felt like an unpredictable rollercoaster.
Mahihkan's heart melted through her rib cage once she spotted her younger brother, Dante. Catching zees with Dagger on the couch against the back of the dressing room. Experiencing little treasured moments like this one is the exact reason she always needed her tours to have their last show at home.
I hoped you enjoyed this piece and of course thank you all for taking the time to read my writing.
If there is anything you'd like to see please feel free to pitch ideas and you'll be credited for it.
Pleas take note that it’ll take time for the second part to come out.
I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all.
A single thought can change your whole mood. Make sure you feed yourself the right mental diet. What you hear and see is what you'll think. Be selective.
Plot: Willow takes a depression bath and asks Jonah for some help to get mats out of her hair.
Word count: 1.7K+
Author’s Note: Happy Black History Month! This piece deals with depression and isn't meant to romanticize mental illness. (Not my picture above)
Rating: 16+
The hot water steamed along her dark body, melting away the stress from her bones. Exhausted strength held her knees against her tender chest, her head resting atop them. She felt secure as the position gave a soft caress to her deteriorating soul
Purple clouds rumbled into the sky, unleashing their lightening through the roots of the earth's soil. Trembling the small build of the two bedroom home. Soon dropping the pounds of rain onto the roof.
The bath was a small break from the constant numbness racing in her veins. It wasn't a solution, but it was enough to keep her sane to make it through the night.
She doesn't remember when this clouding feeling bloomed, only how fast it spread from her mind to her soul. Took everything she was and and who she wanted to be down the endless rabbit hole of depression.
Willow's fingers stretched around the brush sitting on the tub's ledge. Threaded the plastic bristles into her thick coarse black curls. Tending to the mat living near the top of her hair. With strict and aggressive brush strokes her hair yanked at her scalp, stinging in various places.
She could sense the warmth from his presence reach for her as the gentle taps of his knuckles landed on the door. Comforting heat wrapped her heart in a safety blanket and she almost felt whole again. Jonah. Her safe haven. Her anchor.
Her boyfriend laid his forehead against the bathroom door. reminiscing on the days he heard her putting on a whole concert in the shower. Preforming an after show in the den with only her underwear on. He didn't only see the change he felt it and his heart broke for her.
Willow is his everything, his lifeline. He'd bend backwards just to keep her afloat. She's brittle with sadness and Jonah grew the need to wrangle the fog away from her sweet arura. Things like this took time and he knew that, but he struggled to stay on the sidelines and watch her struggle till she needed hm.
"Are you okay in there, Low?" His voice muffled by the door. The question pulled the intoxicating thoughts and jagged emotion to release tears.
"Y-yeah." Willow's voice broke no matter how strong she tried to hold her tone. She was too tired to fight.
"Okay, let me know if you need me." Jonah reluctantly pushed himself off the door, leaving Willow to herself.
Realization of his dismissal dawned on her heavily. An unconscious reply was the result of her auto piloted brain. Unfortunately she needed him in here with her. To spill his warm arura into hers and give it light again. A mental recharge. Even if it was a little amount at a time.
"Jonah." Willow's call for him is urgent and high, a desperate call for help.
He had sat himself in the den with an impatient leg, his gut telling him to not linger too far from her this time. Jonah shot to his feet the second his name left her cracked lips. "Yes, Love?" Gentle words to encourage her. Tone was a big denominator to determine weather she would carry out her words.
"Could.." she paused, feeling the self doubt takeover her mind again. Was she asking too much from him? Willow wouldn't forgive herself if she burnt him out too.
"Whatever you need, I'm here." His tone never gave her a reason to think he wanted their disastrous relationship in the past. So why did her brain yell it to the stars? The toasty security blanket falling back into place chased the demonized thoughts away for a breath.
"Could you brush the mats out of hair?" Her voice quavered in its self. Jonah turned the brass handle in response, relieved he was finally up to bat. His green eyes laid upon her weakened frame and his own heart crumbled like the stone walls of a castle. Dull brown eyes gazed up at him and began to fill with comfort.
A small silence was shared between the two of them before he started peeling pieces of clothing from his body. Even in the depths of exhaustion she could still find herself admiring the man she loves. Grey ink peppering his light skin. Jonah removed the last piece and Willow scooted closer to the tub's facet. Making enough room for him to squeeze into his reserved seat behind her.
Stepping into the tub, his skin burned from the high water temperature. Jonah mentally seethed not wanting to raise concern in her and have her clam up and push him out to finish the job herself. Willow's done it multiple times before while Jonah stayed patient.
Once Jonah's legs framed her body Willow held the brush behind her for him to take. Fingers lapping over each other and a familiar soft shiver ran through her nerves just like they had when they first shared their love for each other.
Jonah held her black hair with caution, Never in the years that he had known Willow did she allow anyone to touch her hair. Told him her mother taught her that everyone's hair was sacred, it was never to be thrown out, but to be set aflame. He felt like royalty holding her hair in his palms.
His brush strokes were soft but effective. Putting all his concentration on her gorgeous hair. Removing batches of hair from the brush bristles and placing them on the floor for the fire ceremony later on. Willow was quiet for the time being, coming to peace with her inner demons as Jonah's arura kept them at bay. She began to believe he was her guardian angel.
"I Don't think I've ever told you this, but I feel absolutely lost." The breath she took in shook, Jonah saw it quiver in her brown shoulder blades. He didn't say anything, needing her to continue on, to open his mind to her pain.
".I feel like a fucking pothole in one of the main streets, a massive interference to everyone's day around me, a burden. And if you get close enough you'll bottom yourself out and be stuck. I don't want that to happen to you." It was a total miracle to find no tears slipping down her face, Willow always cried talking about her feelings from childhood trauma.
Jonah never saw Willow as a burden, he saw her as a strong black women that stood up for who she is and what she believed in. He saw her skin colour as shield of powerful strength, In his mind she will never be weak.
When you look at the big picture it's not too bad. In reality Corbyn or Daniel will drive on by, pull my dusty ass out and repair the damaged tire. Then I'll find you again and repair you." Jonah's heart grew sore for her, his chest tightening and felt as if he was going to tear up.
"Won't be long before I collapse into myself again." Willow's tone expressionless.
"let's not worry about the future and focus on this moment right here. What makes you feel good?" Jonah had brushed through half of her matted hair.
Willow kept quiet sorting through her various thoughts for the answer, it was difficult to find what didn't make her numb. normally she enjoyed hiking, the feeling of exploring in the wilderness with her best friend was irreplaceable. The want for the activity left her mind as she could barely make it out the door most days.
Her mind wandered off on the thought of the man behind her, "You. Whenever you're around me I can feel the warmth from your being reach me and wrap around me. You're my bright light, My anchor keeping me from slipping past this life."
Jonah said nothing as he processed her words, He had no idea just how much she needed him. "Is there anything else?" Jonah says not wanting to distract himself from the mission in hand.
"Adventure." This answer hit the air quick, no less the true. She already had time to ponder on her thoughts.
"Tomorrow let's go that coffee shop you've been dying to take me to for months. The one with the rescued guinea pigs."
"I don't know if I'm ready for something life that, Jo." Willow hug herself, wondering if Jonah wanted someone manageable.
"The quest is to get to the café, there's no requirement for getting dressed, taking medications, or brushing the pearls before hand." Jonah paid attention to the days she did carry on with those tasks and what she was feeling that day. Her mood in the mornings set her entire day.
"You'd want to get coffee with a bed troll?' Willow asked hesitantly. the amount of hair pooling on the ground held a small piece of concern in Jonah's heart.
"If you must know, yes, I'd love to take this powerful black women I call my girlfriend for a coffee date."
"I'm in love with you, Marias. Willow spoke the words her soul was screaming. He had confirmed the very thing her brain has been telling her was false.
"And I love every inch of you, Willow." He left a trail of kisses starting from one shoulder leading to the other. The tiniest of smiles etched into her lips for the first time in two months.
When Jonah finished curing her curls from the jungle of mats, he washed her dark locks with the last bit of conditioner stuck at the bottom of bottle. He had a sense it wasn't nearly enough for her hair but it just had to do for now.
After Jonah concurred her hair, Willow laid against his chest still in the tub. The water cooled through out the time they've spent in there. He hummed the melody of their song, and traced loving words into her brown skin with the pads of his finger tips. her delicate back laid into his broad chest and she never felt this close to the love of her live. The intimate moment is to be cherished for years to come.
The next morning the sun shone through the living room, Willow slept through till the late afternoon. Her body kept her from leaving the threshold of the house that day. She sat a few feet from the door and stared at it helplessly. Jonah was with her the entire time, supporting her decision.
They never left the safety of their home the next day, or the next, or the next.
I wrote the main character black to celebrate black history month. I'm not black so please tell me if my writing felt offensive. I am a women of colour myself and find it extremely important to see representation.
I'm back to writing, But I'm going to publish at least on piece a month because it took me days to write this.
Plot: Willow takes a depression bath and asks Jonah for some help to get mats out of her hair.
Word count: 1.7K+
Author’s Note: Happy Black History Month! This piece deals with depression and isn't meant to romanticize mental illness. (Not my picture above)
Rating: 16+
The hot water steamed along her dark body, melting away the stress from her bones. Exhausted strength held her knees against her tender chest, her head resting atop them. She felt secure as the position gave a soft caress to her deteriorating soul
Purple clouds rumbled into the sky, unleashing their lightening through the roots of the earth's soil. Trembling the small build of the two bedroom home. Soon dropping the pounds of rain onto the roof.
The bath was a small break from the constant numbness racing in her veins. It wasn't a solution, but it was enough to keep her sane to make it through the night.
She doesn't remember when this clouding feeling bloomed, only how fast it spread from her mind to her soul. Took everything she was and and who she wanted to be down the endless rabbit hole of depression.
Willow's fingers stretched around the brush sitting on the tub's ledge. Threaded the plastic bristles into her thick coarse black curls. Tending to the mat living near the top of her hair. With strict and aggressive brush strokes her hair yanked at her scalp, stinging in various places.
She could sense the warmth from his presence reach for her as the gentle taps of his knuckles landed on the door. Comforting heat wrapped her heart in a safety blanket and she almost felt whole again. Jonah. Her safe haven. Her anchor.
Her boyfriend laid his forehead against the bathroom door. reminiscing on the days he heard her putting on a whole concert in the shower. Preforming an after show in the den with only her underwear on. He didn't only see the change he felt it and his heart broke for her.
Willow is his everything, his lifeline. He'd bend backwards just to keep her afloat. She's brittle with sadness and Jonah grew the need to wrangle the fog away from her sweet arura. Things like this took time and he knew that, but he struggled to stay on the sidelines and watch her struggle till she needed hm.
"Are you okay in there, Low?" His voice muffled by the door. The question pulled the intoxicating thoughts and jagged emotion to release tears.
"Y-yeah." Willow's voice broke no matter how strong she tried to hold her tone. She was too tired to fight.
"Okay, let me know if you need me." Jonah reluctantly pushed himself off the door, leaving Willow to herself.
Realization of his dismissal dawned on her heavily. An unconscious reply was the result of her auto piloted brain. Unfortunately she needed him in here with her. To spill his warm arura into hers and give it light again. A mental recharge. Even if it was a little amount at a time.
"Jonah." Willow's call for him is urgent and high, a desperate call for help.
He had sat himself in the den with an impatient leg, his gut telling him to not linger too far from her this time. Jonah shot to his feet the second his name left her cracked lips. "Yes, Love?" Gentle words to encourage her. Tone was a big denominator to determine weather she would carry out her words.
"Could.." she paused, feeling the self doubt takeover her mind again. Was she asking too much from him? Willow wouldn't forgive herself if she burnt him out too.
"Whatever you need, I'm here." His tone never gave her a reason to think he wanted their disastrous relationship in the past. So why did her brain yell it to the stars? The toasty security blanket falling back into place chased the demonized thoughts away for a breath.
"Could you brush the mats out of hair?" Her voice quavered in its self. Jonah turned the brass handle in response, relieved he was finally up to bat. His green eyes laid upon her weakened frame and his own heart crumbled like the stone walls of a castle. Dull brown eyes gazed up at him and began to fill with comfort.
A small silence was shared between the two of them before he started peeling pieces of clothing from his body. Even in the depths of exhaustion she could still find herself admiring the man she loves. Grey ink peppering his light skin. Jonah removed the last piece and Willow scooted closer to the tub's facet. Making enough room for him to squeeze into his reserved seat behind her.
Stepping into the tub, his skin burned from the high water temperature. Jonah mentally seethed not wanting to raise concern in her and have her clam up and push him out to finish the job herself. Willow's done it multiple times before while Jonah stayed patient.
Once Jonah's legs framed her body Willow held the brush behind her for him to take. Fingers lapping over each other and a familiar soft shiver ran through her nerves just like they had when they first shared their love for each other.
Jonah held her black hair with caution, Never in the years that he had known Willow did she allow anyone to touch her hair. Told him her mother taught her that everyone's hair was sacred, it was never to be thrown out, but to be set aflame. He felt like royalty holding her hair in his palms.
His brush strokes were soft but effective. Putting all his concentration on her gorgeous hair. Removing batches of hair from the brush bristles and placing them on the floor for the fire ceremony later on. Willow was quiet for the time being, coming to peace with her inner demons as Jonah's arura kept them at bay. She began to believe he was her guardian angel.
"I Don't think I've ever told you this, but I feel absolutely lost." The breath she took in shook, Jonah saw it quiver in her brown shoulder blades. He didn't say anything, needing her to continue on, to open his mind to her pain.
".I feel like a fucking pothole in one of the main streets, a massive interference to everyone's day around me, a burden. And if you get close enough you'll bottom yourself out and be stuck. I don't want that to happen to you." It was a total miracle to find no tears slipping down her face, Willow always cried talking about her feelings from childhood trauma.
Jonah never saw Willow as a burden, he saw her as a strong black women that stood up for who she is and what she believed in. He saw her skin colour as shield of powerful strength, In his mind she will never be weak.
When you look at the big picture it's not too bad. In reality Corbyn or Daniel will drive on by, pull my dusty ass out and repair the damaged tire. Then I'll find you again and repair you." Jonah's heart grew sore for her, his chest tightening and felt as if he was going to tear up.
"Won't be long before I collapse into myself again." Willow's tone expressionless.
"let's not worry about the future and focus on this moment right here. What makes you feel good?" Jonah had brushed through half of her matted hair.
Willow kept quiet sorting through her various thoughts for the answer, it was difficult to find what didn't make her numb. normally she enjoyed hiking, the feeling of exploring in the wilderness with her best friend was irreplaceable. The want for the activity left her mind as she could barely make it out the door most days.
Her mind wandered off on the thought of the man behind her, "You. Whenever you're around me I can feel the warmth from your being reach me and wrap around me. You're my bright light, My anchor keeping me from slipping past this life."
Jonah said nothing as he processed her words, He had no idea just how much she needed him. "Is there anything else?" Jonah says not wanting to distract himself from the mission in hand.
"Adventure." This answer hit the air quick, no less the true. She already had time to ponder on her thoughts.
"Tomorrow let's go that coffee shop you've been dying to take me to for months. The one with the rescued guinea pigs."
"I don't know if I'm ready for something life that, Jo." Willow hug herself, wondering if Jonah wanted someone manageable.
"The quest is to get to the café, there's no requirement for getting dressed, taking medications, or brushing the pearls before hand." Jonah paid attention to the days she did carry on with those tasks and what she was feeling that day. Her mood in the mornings set her entire day.
"You'd want to get coffee with a bed troll?' Willow asked hesitantly. the amount of hair pooling on the ground held a small piece of concern in Jonah's heart.
"If you must know, yes, I'd love to take this powerful black women I call my girlfriend for a coffee date."
"I'm in love with you, Marias. Willow spoke the words her soul was screaming. He had confirmed the very thing her brain has been telling her was false.
"And I love every inch of you, Willow." He left a trail of kisses starting from one shoulder leading to the other. The tiniest of smiles etched into her lips for the first time in two months.
When Jonah finished curing her curls from the jungle of mats, he washed her dark locks with the last bit of conditioner stuck at the bottom of bottle. He had a sense it wasn't nearly enough for her hair but it just had to do for now.
After Jonah concurred her hair, Willow laid against his chest still in the tub. The water cooled through out the time they've spent in there. He hummed the melody of their song, and traced loving words into her brown skin with the pads of his finger tips. her delicate back laid into his broad chest and she never felt this close to the love of her live. The intimate moment is to be cherished for years to come.
The next morning the sun shone through the living room, Willow slept through till the late afternoon. Her body kept her from leaving the threshold of the house that day. She sat a few feet from the door and stared at it helplessly. Jonah was with her the entire time, supporting her decision.
They never left the safety of their home the next day, or the next, or the next.
I wrote the main character black to celebrate black history month. I'm not black so please tell me if my writing felt offensive. I am a women of colour myself and find it extremely important to see representation.
I'm back to writing, But I'm going to publish at least on piece a month because it took me days to write this.
What’s everyone writing process? I know for myself I just pick up a scene or an idea and begin writing. I don’t plan it out I just write whatever pops into my brain which leads to re-writing and abandoned pieces.
this is your sign to love yourself. write yourself a kind note. pick some flowers to decorate your space with. paint your nails. paint a pretty picture. you are precious.
Fun fact: I made an 'audiobook' of ABM for my irl a few years back so he could listen to it while stocking shelves on his night shifts...it was kind fun to record ngl but also so weird--
