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madlvvewrites‌:

sofía had been ready to approach the bar and pour herself a shot, but when matias stepped in she felt a smile curl her lips. she couldn’t remember the last time daniel had prepared a drink for her, let alone tequila — he hated the liquor, usually preferring whiskey, and so it was never kept in their liquor cabinet at home. but sofía had fond memories with tequila, margaritas and shots shared with her cousins back home. so as matias poured the shots, she couldn’t help but feel an eagerness bubble up inside of her. shaking the salt onto her hand, she locked eyes with him and took the shot, easily swallowing the familiar sting. after biting down on a lime to chase, her grin was wide as she looked to matias. “ugh, that was amazing. i’m suddenly realizing how lame i’ve been, sitting at home with my red wine.” her eyes rolled with a giggle and she was about to scan the area too see what daniel was up to, a second nature instinct to her now, when matias surprised her by taking her hand and twirling her. years of dance let her glide through the twirl with ease, even in the high heels she donned. suddenly, any thought of daniel had fallen out of her mind as she came face-to-face with matias again and his words brought another wave of heat to her cheeks. “oh, thank you,” she said sheepishly. “i haven’t been out in ages, so i figured go big or stay home right?” she laughed. “you know, you clean up pretty well too.” her eyes assessed the male before her, his appearance now a stark difference from the matias she’d last seen at the gym. “hope your bruises start healing up well. if you need any more shots to numb the pain, i got you. call it payback for ruining your mojo.” her mind couldn’t help but flash back to the sight in the gym, matias all battered and bruised from her boyfriend’s fists. “y’know, it’s funny — back when we started dating, daniel was the one getting distracted by me coming in and then getting the lights knocked out of him. funny how things change.” it wasn’t that funny and sofía’s smile faltered slightly as evidence, but she shook herself out of the thought. now wasn’t the time for moping over the good ol’ days. looking back to matias with a forced grin, she gestured to the vip area they stood in. “so this is where you boys drag daniel every week? i can see its attraction, we’re living like drake up here.”

the boy sighed in relief when sofia averted her glance from the crowd and focused her eyes on him instead. “mission accomplished,” he thought to himself as she appeared distracted by his maneuver and seemed no longer occupied by the absence of her boyfriend. his eyes softened at the sight of her gliding gracefully through his fingers. matias did not know a whole lot about the girl, but he knew that she loved to dance. daniel liked to brag about his girlfriend’s natural talent for the sport, often emphasizing how he liked to put her flexibility to use in the bedroom. matias cared less about his friend’s continuous bragging about his sex life, but he found sofia’s love for dancing to be rather intriguing. although he wasn’t much of a dancer himself, - back home, matias preferred to find himself a quiet spot at the carnaval and admire the dancing crowds from afar, - but coming from a background of samba and tropicália, an innate love for rhythm was something sofia and matias had in common. naturally, her love for dance only made her more attractive to the young man. a faint tinge of color flushed the girl’s cheeks when he complimented her and matias grinned widely at her response. “go big or go home. those are some famous words to live by.” he shrugged when she returned the compliment, his eyes glancing down at his outfit. “i try.” instead of his usual gym attire, matias was wearing his favorite pair of blue jeans and a white, freshly ironed t-shirt. he’d swapped his gym shoes for a pair of fresh nikes and he’d even accessorized with some bling: a gold chain, a matching ring and a watch. personally, he thought his fit was a bit of a lazy attempt compared to the dress she was pulling off, but it was a compliment he was willing to take. he cocked his eyebrow when she brought up his bruises again and laughed when she mentioned his ‘mojo’. this was a more talkative, dare I say sassier, side of the small brunette that he’d never seen before, and matias would be lying if he said he wasn’t amused by it. “like i said, i’ve had worse than a beating. i’ll gladly take another shot of tequila from you later, ‘though.” he winked as he turned to grab his glass of whiskey from their table. “besides, your boyfriend’s a sore loser. we’ve gotta let him win every once in a while.” he joked, ‘though the smile disappeared abruptly from his face when she went on to talk about her boyfriend, talking about how things had changed. he stared at her and couldn’t help but look over to her boyfriend, who was now standing less than five meters away from them. the blonde girl was now standing in front of him, his hands traveling up and down her hips. matias brought the glass of whiskey to his mouth. he swallowed deeply- one gulp, then another, and one more. he silently thanked the Lord when she changed the subject and nodded in agreement. “it’s a pretty good spot, huh? i gotta give it to jay, ‘though. he’s the one who gets us VIP treatment all the time. where is that man, anyway?” matias looks up to find jay and his girlfriend, but is distracted by sofia’s boyfriend again. him and the blonde seem awfully close to grinding now. “I’m guessing you must like drake, then.” matias asks as he turns back to face her, attempting to keep their conversation going without appearing too distracted. “you didn’t strike me as the ‘cute with a hood-ass playlist’ kind of girl.”

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madlvvewrites‌:

the last time sofía had dressed up had been for a wedding the prior summer, so she relished in it all as she dolled herself up for a fun night out. there was obvious tension between herself and daniel as the pair got ready, but she let it roll off her shoulders — any problem daniel had was his problem, all sofía was intent on was making the most of her first night out in ages. when she’d finally stepped out of their bedroom, daniel’s eyes almost fallen out at the sight of the red dress that brandished all of her curves. she could tell he wanted to argue so she quickly led him out of the apartment to not give him a chance to — besides, he should be proud of how good she looked, with her glowing makeup and perfect curls, shouldn’t he? the question nagged at sofía, but she shrugged it away and just kept quiet during the cab ride to the club, which daniel made no argument over as he just stared at his phone the whole ride. when they made it to the club, sofía had to scramble out of the cab to keep up with her boyfriend as he made his way to the entrance. once she caught up with him inside, she looped her arm through his so she didn’t lose him in the crowd inside. she’d never been to this club before and she wasn’t keen on getting lost. when they approached the booth reserved just for their group, sofía felt a too-eager grin spread on her lips at the sight of the others — especially matias. “hey!” she greeted excitedly. she could feel his eyes on her and she couldn’t help but stand proudly. none of daniel’s friends had seen her this dressed up in a while and she was excited to flaunt it. as soon as matias gestured towards the liquor bottles, daniel slipped out of sofía’s grasp and made a beeline for the table, leaving her feel suddenly on her own, but her lashes fluttered at matias’ nickname. her portuguese was rusty, but her fluency in spanish offered a stronger understanding of the similar language and the compliment warmed her cheeks. “gracias,” she said with a bow of her head. “is there tequila?” her eyes moved to the table, trying to scan the labels and pick out her liquor of choice. “i could so use a shot after this week.”

he grinned at the bow of her head. “tequila, hm? I like your style.” matias raised his brow as he reached for two frosted shot glasses. daniel had already disappeared out of sight, and matias decided that he would take it upon himself to make sure that the girl enjoyed herself regardless. he was the one that convinced her to tag along, after all. “allow me to pour you one.” it was obvious that the nightclub had made it their priority to cater to its VIP customers. the table was equipped with all the ingredients one may need. provided with lime, ice cubes, liquor, shot glasses and a range of cocktail ingredients, the booth looked nothing short of an alcoholic’s dream. “fuck it, I’ll have one too.” matias was not unaccustomed to the tequila ritual. he licked the side of his clenched fist and sprinkled salt on the wet spot while pushing one of two salt shakers in front of sofia. next, he poured a measure of two fingers in each shot glass. after he set the bottle of tequila down, he handed her one of the shots. he held up the strong liquor in his hand and smiled as he said, “cheers.” matias licked the salt off the back of his hand and shot the tequila down in one gulp, squeezing a slice of lemon into his mouth as a chaser. he grimaced as he placed the shot glass gently on the side of the table, somehow he’d never gotten used to the taste of tequila. he wiped his mouth as his eyes scanned the room, checking to see what the girl’s boyfriend was up to. when he looked over his shoulder, he watched in disgust as he found the young man gulping straight from a bottle of hennessy, his arm wrapped around a blonde girl’s shoulders. turning back to face sofia, he realized that he needed to think of some sort of distraction to ensure that she wouldn’t have to see the fuckery her boyfriend was getting himself into. “hey,” he started, “show me your dress.” he improvised as he took her hand and twirled her around two times, then pulling her to stand in his previous spot, - so that her body was turned away from her boyfriend -, in a fast, fluid movement. “I don’t mean no disrespect, but you look beautiful tonight. your boyfriend’s a lucky man.“

[yellowwritcs]

madlvvewrites‌:

the tension between the two males laid thickly in the air, almost choking sofía. while she was often impressed with matias’ fearlessness with daniel, she also sometimes felt a fear and nervousness bubble up in her stomach. one day, she knew matias was going to push daniel a little too far and she wasn’t ready for that day. stepping into the confrontation, sofía looked between the males. “i-i’m fine really, i’ll just stay home,” she said, just as matias opened his mouth and mentioned jay’s date. her jaw went slack at the words  — their boys only night suddenly became very inviting to her. and she could tell that it had been the last thing daniel had wanted to let slip to her with the way his jaw tightened. watching matias collect his belongings, sofía felt her demeanour change. something about matias’ own defiance and reassuring smiles grew her own confidence. “oh, well if that’s the case, maybe i will tag along,” she said, a smile growing on her lips as her posture straightened. there was no way daniel could try to talk her out of it now, his intentions would be quite clear then. “don’t worry, baby, i won’t get plastered and embarrass you in front of your friends.” she turned her smile to matias and moved closer to daniel to let him move towards the exit. “we’ll see you tonight!” she said cheerfully before looking to her boyfriend. “c’mon, baby, we gotta get going. this hair isn’t going to do itself!” usually she spent daniel’s nights out alone in their apartment, cuddling their cat and binge-watching netflix with a glass of wine — she couldn’t really remember the last time she’d gone out. but she was excited now, a fun night out exactly what she needed after a back-breaking day of leaning over sinks and bleaching hair.

when matias arrived at the nightclub that evening, jay and his new girlfriend had already arrived. he greeted his friend and introduced himself to his new fling as he found himself a seat at their table. jay was the kind of guy that knew anyone and everyone, and he had been so kind to arrange VIP entrance for all of his friends that night, which came with the comfort of a private booth — including free drinks. matias immediately made use of the open bar and ordered himself two double whiskeys. he drank from the two glasses until his eyes watered and the strong drink burned the lining of his throat. “fuck,” he winced as he leaned back into the velvet sofa, allowing the alcoholic beverage to absorb into his bloodstream. about thirty minutes passed, and matias had grown bored of the mind-numbing conversation him and georgina, - one of his old flings -, were having when jay tapped him on the shoulder and notified him that daniel and sofia had walked into the spot. matias looked over his shoulder and nearly choked on his drink when he saw them emerging from the crowd. or should I say, when he saw her.  the boy couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over sofia as they walked up to their table. up, down, up, down. the girl, who’s arm was hooked tightly into the crook of her boyfriend’s elbow, looked ravishingly beautiful in a dress that he’d never seen her wear before. the boy hated to be disrespectful but damn, he wondered why a girl like her put up with daniel’s bullshit. matias excused himself as he left georgina at their table and got up from his seat to greet the young couple. “what’s up, guys?” he greeted them as he pulled his gym parner into a tight embrace. “i’m glad you guys made it.” he gave sofia a warm smile as he gestured towards the various bottles of alcohol displayed on their table. “pick your poison, gatinha.”

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brows creased at daniel’s rising temper, his short fuse easily lit under even the smallest of circumstances. “relax, baby,” she hushed him, gently placing her hand on his forearm — which he shrugged off with a grumble. locking her eyes with matias, she softly mimicked his smile and rolled her eyes. luckily, matias was well aware of daniel’s short fuse — others may have actually taken daniel’s threat seriously and brought him outside, where they would quickly learn that daniel was mostly all bark and no actual bite. all daniel really had was a big mouth and a quick temper. but matias just seemed to find fun in pushing daniel’s buttons and sofía couldn’t help but find it impressive — and endearing. her lips pursed at his words, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what worse meant to him, from what she’d seen daniel had all but gone hulk on matias. she only knew bits and pieces of his story from whatever daniel had let slip to her, but she could feel the hardness formed by what could only have been a rough past — and see, the scars littering his body clearly visible under the sheen of his sweat. heart clenching, sofía tore her gaze from matias and looked to daniel upon the other’s question, but she then quickly looked away from his eager nodding. it was no secret what daniel got up to during his boys’ nights out but the couple certainly acted like it was. better to ignore it than cause a rise out of daniel. however, when matias aimed his next question towards her, sofía felt her eyes widen. “me?” she asked, unable to disguise her surprise. “oh no. i, uh, was just gonna hang out at home. ‘sides, it’s just a boys’ night, isn’t it? i’m good.” her laugh is weak and she can feel daniel’s gaze boring holes into her. he’s never dared to invite her out with him, she’d just get in the way of him and his flirting.

matias looked from sofia to daniel and he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow at her response. her words seemed almost instinctive, as if she knew her boyfriend wouldn’t accept ‘yes’ for an answer. “you sure?” he asked her directly, but daniel awarded her no time to speak. “sofia doesn’t like nightclubs.” matias could feel his eyes burning on his skin. if looks could kill, he would be a dead man. he was sure daniel wasn’t fond of the idea of his girlfriend tagging along, but matias felt sorry about the way he continuously tried to hold sway over his girlfriend’s decisions. frankly, he thought she deserved better. when he met daniel’s glare, the young fighter could sense the desperation dripping from his friend’s pupils, silently begging him to cancel the invite. “i’m sure she can decide that for herself,” matias’ words pierced the air as daniel’s hands balled into fists, the vein in his neck popping out in frustration. the silence between them was almost uncomfortable as they stared at each other. matias, however, seemed unfazed by the boy’s threatening body language. “besides, I’m pretty sure jay is bringing his new girl around too. the more the merrier, right?” he added as he turned his eyes away from the hulk in the corner, shrugging his shoulders apathetically. unlike many others, he was seldom impressed by daniel’s intimidating tactics. if anything, he thought his efforts to appear hard made him look stupid. back home in alemão, stupid got you killed. matias got up from his chair and began to collect his belongings. he tossed everything into a black gym bag and threw it over his shoulder. he bent down to grab his hoodie and his water bottle, which he emptied over his clammy face. he stepped out of the ring and patted his friend on the shoulder. “thanks for the work-out, brother. i’ll see you tonight,” he greeted him before he turned to face sofia. he gave her a reassuring smile. “you should come.”

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madlvvewrites‌:

it worked out quite well that sofía’s salon was just a couple blocks away from daniel’s gym, the couple could often carpool on days that their schedules overlapped. although, a part of sofía was sure that daniel had made sure of their close proximity, seeing as he had been the one to find the stylist job posting for her — but she was still grateful for his help. which is why, after finishing up her last appointment a little early, sofía decided to skip over to the gym and surprise daniel with her early arrival. it was always exciting to watch him fight, albeit a little scary at times when he got a little too into it. she usually ended up patching him up after his fights got a little too rough, which was a common occurrence for daniel. as she walked into the large gym, she wasn’t surprised to see daniel in the ring with matias, but she was surprised when matias’ eyes found her and her stomach fluttered for a moment. his gaze had a weird way of doing that to her. she was about to raise her hand in a wave when daniel took advantage of matias’ momentary distraction and went right in for the win. sofía couldn’t help but let out a short gasp at daniel’s punches and she let out a breath of relief when the ref called the match. she quickly composed herself and made sure to focus her gaze on daniel as he moved out of the ring and approached her, without so much of a comment of her surprise appearance. she swallowed her disappointment and chastised herself for even slightly getting her hopes up. not exactly sure what to say to her boyfriend as he gulped down his water, she was grateful when matias’ voice sounded out across the gym. her eyes immediately looked to him and laughed, his smile relaying much more than his words could ever. “ah no, not planned. just a lucky charm — on daniel’s part at least.” her smile was sheepish and apologetic before her eyes flicked to daniel. “i got off work early, so i thought i’d surprise daniel.” her voice was annoyingly hopeful as she tried to pull some sort of reaction out of her boyfriend, who was far too distracted bandaging up his bruised knuckles. sighing, sofía looked back to matias. “i’m sorry though. they really should get rid of that bell on the door, i feel like i took you out of your zone.” her eyes carefully assessed his bruised features and her lips pursed at their grotesqueness. “god, even the world’s best concealer won’t be able to cover up those bruises. are you alright?”

matias couldn’t help but notice the girl’s desperate efforts to be acknowledged by her boyfriend, who seemed to be more interested in the cuts on his hands and less interested in her. it was nothing matias hadn’t seen before. the only time daniel had shown the girl, - what seemed to be -, genuine affection in front of him was the day matias and her had first met. looking back on that evening, he realized that it was merely daniel’s way of marking his territory. he was possessive that way. matias glared at his partner. “there’s all the difference in the world between fighting with gloves on and fighting with your fists. once your boyfriend stops being a pussy and decides that he wants a real fight, I’ll massacre that snotty punk.” of course, matias’ taunting words instantly caught daniel’s attention, who let out a dry, humorless laugh. “you got me fucked up if you think I won’t beat the shit out of you, matias. you’re lucky I don’t knock you the fuck out right now.” matias’ eyes searched sofia’s and he couldn’t stop his lips from curling up into a humorized smile. it was too easy to get a rise out of him. “you definitely threw me off my game there. I’m good, ‘though,” he assured her. “I’ve had worse than a beating.” growing up in alemão—a rough rio de janeiro neighborhood that was cut off from the rest of the city by economic and cultural barriers, matias was no stranger to a world of violence. across his hands, arms, legs, and body, he bore no fewer than eight scars. the marks on his body displayed the visual signs of his dark past. he never spoke about his life in the favelas, but the horrifying images of life surrounded by drugs, violence and blood still haunted his memory. the medic wiped the blood off his face and moved on to bandage his bruised hands. “we goin’ to that new joint tonight?” matias asked daniel, who nodded eagerly. the two friends had made it a weekly tradition to go out in town on friday nights. a boys’ night out, so to speak. daniel never brought sofia along. instead, he would spend his time at the club chatting up other women as if he was a single man. matias thought he looked foolish romancing girls that weren’t half as attractive as the woman he had waiting on him at home, but he’d never made it a thing to talk to him about it. daniel would either cut him off or beat him up for getting in his business, anyway. there was no point. his eyes shot back to sofia. “you kickin’ it with us tonight?”

[yellowwritcs]

“come on, matias. finish him. two more punches and he’s out.” matias leaned forward in his chair and spit out the blood that had seeped from the cuts in his jaw and into his mouth. his hair was sweaty and greasy, his lip was busted open and the skin around his rib cage colored a deep purple. fuck, he hated sparring daniel sometimes. he and daniel had been sparring partners for years and matias, who generally had no problem taking on the other boys at his gym, hated how quick the fucker was. “round five. finish it.“ the boy’s coach shouted after him as the sound of a bell announced the start of the final round, and he stepped back into the ring. he approached his opponent carefully and waited patiently for him to throw a punch. when daniel swung his arm towards his right jaw, matias lumbered in to strike him with a left jab. his opponent nearly lost his balance as he stumbled from left to right. “good work, matias. one more punch and it’s over.“ the referee gave them the green light and matias stepped in again. he feinted with his right and was ready to swing his final punch when he was distracted by the sound of a door opening. his eyes shot over to the entrance to find daniel’s girlfriend, sofia, walking in the door. her curls fell playfully down her shoulders like they always did, her smile soft and beautiful. for a split second, matias found himself distracted by her sudden appearance and before he knew it,  daniel punished him with a right cross that gave him a headache. his partner showed him no mercy as he continued to serve him punch for punch, until the referee announced that time was up. “fuck this shit. fuck.“ matias let out a grown as he took off his glove, throwing one of them frustratedly across the ring. “better luck next time, son.” his coach ordered him to sit down and get his lip patched up. the gym medic began to clean the bust in his lip and matias watched as his sparring partner walked up to greet his girlfriend. the boxer barely acknowledged her as she handed him his water bottle. he did not even bother to ask her how she was doing. matias pressed his lips together and cringed at the sight of it. “what’s up, sofia?“ he greeted the girl instead, trying to hold in his temper and appear unaffected by the fight. he smiled at her knowingly and joked, “did you and your boyfriend plan your entrance? a clever tactic, I’ll give you that.“

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/   *  briana -> ft. @writingxfever

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shymillerx‌:

one of the downside of living in a small town is that everyone knows your business. if it ever gets to that one specific person who doesn’t know how to keep their top lip and bottom lip together chances are by the time you unlock your door and take a step inside your house half the town is already gossiping about you. miles really do try his best to stay away from all that unnecessary gossip but when you’re in high school that’s what everyone loves to do, talk about things that doesn’t concern them and you can’t help but to overhear a few things or two. so yes, miles did hear about what happen to her and he wasn’t going to press her about it. 

he give her a knowing looking, something soft and not judging more like. i know you’re lying but if you don’t want to talk about it then we won’t. “handy you are, i see.” he said instead. if she needed him to pretend that he didn’t know then so be it but miles didn’t care what anyone had to say about briana he loves her flaws and all and no amount of gossip or rumors would ever destroy how he felt for the girl. her actions and the things she says is only because of her home life. there is so much more to her that no one will ever see but miles was lucky enough to see one layer of who she was two years ago in that moment of her being vulnerable he fell in love with briana. he would do anything for her and he believes she knows that. 

how to get the girl? who knows but he knew he had to play the long game. she isn’t ready for him now, for his love and miles would wait. no matter how long it would take he would wait, even if it did pain him to see her out with other guys who didn’t give a fuck about her. brown eyes watched her as she showed herself off, a smile on his face never fading. “you look good no matter what style your hair is in. i think you know that.” he told her. his heart beating out of his chest just looking at her. work casual and yet the most beautiful girl he ever did see. “as for your tips. you get way more then me even on your worst day. so you’ll do fine bri.” miles chuckled as he walked out the swinging door that lead to the front diner. when she caught up he whisper to her.  “oddly busy for a monday huh?” he question. he looked her up and down. “glad you went with the high ponytail. you look good.” he said giving her a small smile and looking at her with love in his eyes that he could never hide. after hearing the boss yell at them to get busy the taller boy laughed and headed out to take orders. 

after a few hours her words were in the back of his head. it was like he just now got what she said. she’s leaving after graduation and that’s in three months and his heart broke. what is he to do now? the long game isn’t working. he sighed as he went to the back and threw his apron at the wall. someone he loves is planning to leave him behind. he has to do something..right? 

briana had no idea that her co-worker was head over heels for her. sure, he’d dropped some hints here and there that he thought she was physically attractive and he never hesitated to go the extra mile for her, but he’d never openly admitted to his feelings. in fact, he’d never even asked her out on a date. besides, briana had only ever dated selfish college jocks who were rarely interested in her, but rather the physical benefits she offered them. how on earth was she supposed to pick up the signs? briana’s lips pressed together when he complimented her looks so confidently, as if she tried to suppress the smile that curled upon them. “you’re so cute.” she replied, her fingers reaching to squeeze his hand in adoration. “let’s hope so, i could never afford to fly to europe at this rate.” she added before following him inside. she frowned at the tables, which were already filled with couples and small families. “fuck, it hasn’t been this crowded since valentine’s day.” she giggled when he complimented her hair a second time. “you know what, you don’t look too bad yourself, miller.” she added casually before she turned away from him to take her first order. “what can i get you guys, tonight?” 

towards the end of the night, briana sat down to have a chat with mr. johnson, an elderly man who always sat at the small table in the back corner. he came by the diner every evening to order him and his wife a strawberry ice cream. the man himself wasn’t too fond of the strawberry flavor, but it was his wife’s favorite. he was simply there to please her, he explained. the truth was, mrs. johnson had passed away nearly a decade ago and mr. johnson suffered from severe dementia. he believed that his wife was still alive. when the loving old man first started to come around the diner, briana would try to explain to him that his wife was not there anymore. she would try to explain that she was in a better place now, that she was watching over him from above. unfortunately, mr. johnson never took her honesty well. there had been days on which he’d called her names for daring to assume such nonsense. his truth was set in stone: his wife was alive, and he wouldn’t take anything else for an answer. it was tragic, really. nowadays, briana simply sat down with him whilst he chatted away happily about his wife and all the wonderful things they’d done together. it hurt less. 

“you’re dressed exceptionally proper today, mr. johnson.“ briana stated as she brought a spoon-full of strawberry ice cream to her lips. mr. johnson looked down at the old suit he was wearing. “it’s my wife and I’s anniversary today. she would smack me across the head if I showed up in sweatpants or jeans. no, no, she wouldn’t like that.“ the elderly man replied. briana simply smiled at him, ‘though her eyes were clouded with the sadness that she felt for him. she turned around to offer miles a bite of the ice cream, only to find out that he was nowhere to be seen. raising an eyebrow, she got up from her chair and excused herself before she left mr. johnson’s table to go look for him. miles wasn’t normally the type to leave her by herself. when she entered the back room, she was surprised to find him standing there without his apron on. he looked distressed. angry, almost. “miles,” briana didn’t remember ever seeing him like this. she approached him carefully, tapping him on the shoulder worriedly. “are you okay?“

[yellowwritcs]

/   *  briana -> ft. @writingxfever

[yellowwritcs]

shymillerx‌:

 miles wasn’t by far the most popular kid in high school nor was he the most unpopular kid in high school. he was sort of in the middle. he just blended in maybe somehow that was worst? but that didn’t matter to him because hr rarely got into an altercation with the known bullies around school. miles did however in middle school and in ninth grade did get bullied a lot and he couldn’t even tell his parents. so he had to do something, miles started to workout and bulk up just so his appearance could be different so that if anyone who wanted to target him would think twice. ever since then he had no problem but he remained that same quiet, shy boy that just.. blended in and never really stood out. 

he had to get a job over three years ago at a diner not too far from where he lived. reason being was because his parents spent most of their time just yelling and screaming at each for everything. they had this cycle going. one of them will cheat they other will find out. they yell and fight. the “victim” wants to go out and hurt them just as much as they are hurting so they end up cheating, which leads to more fighting and yelling. soon they make up and that leads to peace in the house for a week in half until it starts all over again. they aren’t happy and they’re only together for miles and anna his little sister who is only six years younger then him. so he had to take care of her which is why he started to work at the diner and when he did he made sure to drop her off two blocks down from where they live. there was no where he was going to have her there alone with their parents all night. so he paid the lady monthly to watch her on the nights that he worked. 

as he was looking at the schedule for tonight he briana walked in a few minutes late as usual. he just smirked to himself and went back looking at the whiteboard. “just trying to see what we’re doing tonight.” he said and not a second later he felt her chin on his shoulder. she was so close to him right now, just a simple turn of his head and their lips would brush together. so he kept his head tight looking forward, stiff almost. “we’re on the front floor tonight.” he said to her as he pointed to their names. “the usual as always.” miles added on with a slight shrug. he stepped away to hand the girl her waist apron and grabbing his as he put it on he looked at briana and gave her a genuine smile. “how are you holding up today?” he asked grabbing them both a little notebook and a pen to take orders. “didn’t see you much around school today.” he paused. “n-not that i’m stalking you or anything bri.” he chuckled nervously. “you’re just hard not to notice.” he tried to explain hopefully it came out much better.

briana’s eyes scanned over the working schedule and the girl smiled excitedly when he announced that they were working front floor together. as much as she hated having to interact with the regular customers, - all of which looked like they’d escaped the elderly home in hopes of starting a new life in a motorcycle gang -, getting to work alongside miles made it all worth it. besides, the front floor was less stressful than the kitchen area, which was generally known to be a hot mess after dinner time. “front floor. good.” she replied and stepped back, flashing him a thankful smile as he handed her the apron which she fastened tightly around her small waist. the brunette pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail when he suddenly asked her about her school attendance. for a split second, the girl forgot to reply. he’d caught her completely off guard. “i’m fine,” she lied. 

truth was, briana got involved in a fight with some classmates over the weekend. briana had, without her knowledge, hooked up with one of her classmates’ ex-boyfriends at a house party. she was intoxicated and in need of validation, he was just using her to get back at his ex-girlfriend. when briana’s classmate found out what her ex-boyfriend and her classmate were up to in the bedroom upstairs, she’d stormed into the room and tried to fight both of them. thankfully, briana did not get hurt that night. she did, however, receive a number of threatening text messages from her classmates and her girl squad this morning, which was why she’d skipped first and second period. the girl wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself, but she couldn’t risk getting beat up in front of a full classroom. “I just needed to help my mom fix some stuff around the house today, nothing special.” she added, her eyebrow raised as she gave him a quizzical look. briana couldn’t help but wonder if miles knew. gossip and rumors spread like wildfire in a town as small as theirs. god, that would be embarrassing. 

“you’re just hard not to notice.” briana’s eyes softened as soon as she heard those words and she sighed a small breath of relief. the frown left her face and replaced itself with a small, genuine smile. darn it, he was adorable sometimes. “don’t worry, miller, i’ve had worse than a stalker,” she joked with a wink as she took a pen and a notebook from his hands, tucking them into the waistband of her apron. briana took a quick look into the restaurant to make sure that there were no customers waiting on their orders before she turned back to face her co-worker. “what do you think?” the girl started. “should i wear my hair up tonight?” she asked him, twirling around to show him the high ponytail, which fell playfully along her back. “i’m trying to save up some money to travel after graduation, so i need as many tips as I can get.” she said as she turned to look at him from over her shoulder, smiling playfully. “i trust your opinion.”

[yellowwritcs]

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/   *   starring   :   rocio   .

derek’s shoulder shake with a short laugh at the girl’s retort. oh, to be privileged, he thinks to himself. he’s never felt much judgement towards those better off than him, but after just a couple days within the academy derek has overheard more than enough woe is me conversations to make his eyes roll right out of his head. his lips move to quip back, but something in the passion underlying her voice stops him. he quirks a brow at the frustration that exudes from her as she tears her shoe off. as she brushes off his concern, derek rolls his eyes. “you don’t look fine,” he argues. the girl’s foot looks ghastly, but derek nails most of the blossoming bruises on her shoes — the shit ballerinas put their bodies through will never make sense to him. he’s about to offer to help when she turns her curious gaze towards him, her question making him laugh shortly. he looks down at his dark blue overalls and shrugs. “you could say it’s more of a…voluntary position.” it’s not a lie, he had volunteered to pay back the damage through janitorial work, but his only other option had been to literally pay the school back and he had barely a fraction of the monetary amount. he’s surprised the hot gossip of her academy’s newest addition hasn’t graced her ears yet, though. his eyes follow hers to the spot on the ground and he can’t help but smirk at her retort. “ah, cute,” he laughs before using the broom he holds to sweep the dirt into the pile he’s already built. “how thoughtful of you. your wench of a director would surely have my head if i didn’t keep this place spotless.” propping the broom against the wall he stands near, derek can’t help but quirk his brow at the girl. “allow me to repay you with some advice — ice that shit, or else that old hag won’t be the only thing keeping you out of the theatre, nutcracker.” he nods towards her foot and his lips pick up in a smirk at his jab towards the only ballet he sorta knows.

“a voluntary position?“ rocio repeats his words incredulously and sounds almost impressed. “director gordon must be fond of you. he doesn’t just allow anyone and everyone on his premises. especially not after what those lowlifes did to our set. pathetic.“ of course, rocio knew all about the three youngsters who had broken into the academy and vandalized the theater room over the weekend. her father’s eyes had turned red with anger whilst he read about a young criminal named derek on monday morning. rocio, however, was less talk and more business. she wasn’t too concerned with the chitter-chatter her classmates kept themselves busy with over lunch breaks. instead, she’d heard that one of the boys had been caught and convicted of vandalism and the young dancer simply assumed that was that. little did she know that the individual in front of her was the famous lowlife responsible for the crime. oh, how naive she could be. rocio lets out a humorless chuckle when the friendly stranger decides to nickname her ‘nutcracker’. “cute,” she giggles as she catches herself doubting whether he even knows the origins of the nutcracker’s story. “the nutcracker is a beautiful play, actually. very romantic. you should check it out sometime.” she grabs her water bottle and crawls off the floor. “I should probably take your advice and go ice my shit now.” she imitates his words. “see you around, janitor,” she adds with a small smile as she starts to hobble away from him. it doesn’t take long, however, for the stubborn young lady to stop dead in her track. she’s walking the wrong way. realizing that she has no option but to accept her defeat, she turns around to face the janitor once more. “that way...” she mumbles sheepishly as she limps past him again. “would you mind..?” she gestures towards the, seemingly endless, hallway in front of her, asking him for physical support. 

[yellowwritcs]

/   *  briana -> ft. @writingxfever

god, briana hated mondays. not because she found her lab partner to be exceptionally annoying or because she always forgot to bring her running shoes to field practice, but she dreaded mondays because they marked the end of the weekend and forced her to come back down to reality. truthfully, briana’s reality wasn’t the prettiest. her father had been a drug addict for years, - she couldn’t remember the last time he had shown up to diner sober -, and her mother hadn’t spoken a word to her ever since she found out that her daughter likes to go to college parties and ingest her body with illegal substances on the weekends. briana couldn’t blame her mother for giving her the cold shoulder, she imagined it must be hard seeing your child turn to the same toxic habits that ruined your husband. 

funnily enough, briana didn’t hate going to work on mondays as much as other days. the small diner on the edge of town was pretty much empty on monday nights, but at least she had some enjoyable company. briana wouldn’t consider her co-worker a best friend, but briana and he had gotten to know each other quite well over the past few years. there had been one night in particular that the two spent working at the diner together that had left an imprint on the girl’s memory. by the end of that particular evening in june, briana was sat sobbing on the kitchen floor, wrapped up tightly in her co-worker’s embrace as she told him all about her father, her strained relationship with her mother, the boys who hurt her and the fake friends that she was continuously surrounded with. briana had never opened up to someone like that before. in fact, she couldn’t even remember the last time a person had actually cared. that evening left her feeling more confused and frustrated than relieved, ‘though she couldn’t deny that his embrace had offered her more comfort than any kind of intimacy she’d shared with boys before him. nowadays briana didn’t act differently towards him, she just preferred not to talk about, you know, that night. five minutes late as usual, briana parked her bike at the back entrance of the restaurant and hurried inside. her dark, messy curls were all over the place as she hurried inside the dining area, tying an apron to her back. “what’s up?’ she greeted her co-worker as she came up behind him, leaning her chin on his shoulder to peek at the cleaning schedule on the wall in front of him. “what are we doing today?”

[yellowwritcs]

madlvvewrites‌:

/   *   starring   :    yellowwritcs‌   .

/   *  rocio + DEREK -> ft. @madlvvewrites​

he pushes the broom down the hallway in sharp thrusts, ear buds blasting post malone into his ears to drown out the classical music that was sure to give derek a headache if he had to suffer through it for another minute. students mill by him every few minutes, donning stretchy leotards and pink slippers and staring him down as they pass. he’s sure his new position is all the buzz around the academy — derek can’t imagine they have much else to talk about, so you’re welcome for spicing up their boring lives. his lips pick up in a smirk at the thought. he’s been keen to keep to himself on his first day at the academy, but his attention can’t help but be caught by shrill shouting in the studio he’s standing in front of. spotless windows give him a perfect view of the large room as girls spin around the hardwood floor, hair tied back in buns that make derek’s head hurt and faces distorted in focus as they try to keep up with the teacher’s counts. his gaze lands on her almost automatically and he’d be lying if he claimed his attention isn’t entirely enraptured by the female. he blinks and tries to distract himself by picking up the broom again, but he can’t help but cast quick glances at her as she spins. he’s never been a classical ballet guy, hip hop is more up his alley, but even he can’t deny that she’s probably one of the most talented girls in that studio. he’d probably be in awe if he wasn’t trying to stare. but just as he casts another glance through the studio windows, he watches her miss her landing of a jump and he winces at the sight. when he sees her begin to walk his way, derek quickly looks away and pushes the broom over a spot he’s been over at least three times already. he can hear her voice over a short pause in his music and he can’t help but quirk a brow. popping one of his earbuds out, he leans against the broom handle and the corners of his lips pick up in a small smirk. “you’re welcome,” he responds to the sarcastic remark. “teach sounds like a bitch, figured you could use some time away from the old hag.” he laughs shortly before watching her massage her ankle. “but seriously, you good?”

“that OLD HAG used to dance for the new york city ballet. besides, she is my only chance of getting a solid paycheck after this. if she does not sign my graduation papers I won’t even get in at the fucking local theater.“ oof, she did not find that funny. rocio begins to remove the pointe shoe off her injured foot and fights the urge to throw it across the corridor when she slides it off. a sprained ankle could keep her out of practice for five days and ruin her chance at a solo performance in the final showcase. by the looks of things, she would be out for at least ten. “ay, mierda.” the girl bangs her head against the doorpost behind her and sighs frustratedly, her hand resting on the sprained ankle that was swelling up quite rapidly. her toes were busted and bruised. for a split second, she feels like crying. if she screws up and loses her solo performance she will never graduate at the top of her class. if she does not graduate at the top of her class, she will never get to dance for national productions. losing that solo felt like losing everything, but the janitor wouldn’t understand. “i’ll be fine,” she replies eventually. her eyes slide from his shoes all the way up to his face. she watches him as he leans nonchalantly against the broom handle. the boy had something effortless about him. careless, almost. if rocio’s parents had not taught her better, she would think that his ability to come across so casual was almost... attractive. “I didn’t know the school was hiring?” she eyes him with a curious look, almost as if she doesn’t quite trust him. her eyes slide down the broom and stop at what seems to be a food stain, just beside his right foot. a small, almost triumphant, smile curls the corners of her lips as she points at it. “you missed a spot.” 

[yellowwritcs]

/   *  rocio + DEREK -> ft. @madlvvewrites​

“FOCUS, mrs. duarte.” rocio’s choreographer yells, clapping her hands to the rhythm of the classical interlude that echoed through the rehearsal studio. sometimes rocio felt like, instead of joining a ballet academy, she had joined the marines. every morning the young dancer was up at dawn to begin work with the personal trainer her parents had arranged to hire for her. after ninety minutes of intense stretching, she was exhausted but was given only fifteen minutes to rest before starting her dance classes with mrs dios, who had once danced with the new york city ballet. she was fifty-seven years old and tough as nails. consequently, when rocio did a jump on the sixth count instead of the seventh, the strict teacher immediately stopped the music. “forgive me, it won’t happen again.” rocio promises, knowing damn well that it would happen again if the new janitor would not stop staring at her. rocio was unaware how long he had been standing outside the classroom for, but she had not been able to focus on the choreography since. in reality, rocio was the one staring at him, she was just too proud to admit it. her teacher gives her a quizzical look. “do it again: five, six, seven, eight!” mrs. dios presses play and rocio begins to dance. she twirls and jumps into the air again but instead of landing gracefully on the ball of her foot like she normally would, her ankle twists painfully to the left. “oh, shoot!“ rocio exclaims as she collapses to the floor and reaches for her foot. she grimaces, massaging the sprained ankle. her ballet teacher stopped the music again, signing at her to get off the floor. “miss duarte, take five.” rocio nodded as she climbed back up, too embarrassed to look her or any of her classmates in the eye. she grabs her water bottle and stumbles out the door. when she steps into the hallway, the new janitor is still there. rocio glares at him as she sits down against the doorway and begins to massage her foot. “thank you for that,” she says in a sarcastic tone as to blame him for the injury.