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Caden could feel his approach. Hayden's arms wound across his waist and his hot breath shivered down Caden's neck as he spoke. Caught in his embrace, Caden stared straight towards the darkened window and in the glass, by the candles at their back, he glowed with a reflective corona that obscured him in his shadow. Hayden clung to Caden in this effacing silhouette, holding him like the lover he could not be, while Cadenās hair and cheeks flushed red in the light.
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bailey.
Bailey was a collector of habits and hobbies. Sampling the activities and sports that people crafted into art forms was fun for her. It was just that nothing ever really stuck. Ballet was fun for a month, rock climbing lost itās charm after six weeks, knitting had only lasted for three days. Someone she worked with had started talking about going salsa dancing with her husband, that the teacher was amazing. Cue the pique in Baileyās interest.
And it had been fun, really fun. The first class was free, but Bailey needed to know pricing and commitments. The exhilaration she felt might wear off in a month or a week, she didnāt really know. Waiting for the rest of the class to filter out, she approached the dance teacher with a smile.Ā āHiā¦youāre a great teacher, let me just lead with that. But Iām curiousā¦what drew you to salsa? Most girls go for balletā¦tapā¦jazzā¦salsa isnāt as big as it used to be.ā
Dancing was a very important tradition in her family; after her mother finally had the courage to leave her father, filled once again with a calm happiness that sometimes brought her into fits of movement, Clara had often witnessed her mother moving masterfully to the congas. Salsa was an art. It was the closest thing to her heritage that she had to cling on to. As a child, it had become her salvation as well. Once she started learning, there was no stopping herāher thoughts, which were so easily taken over by various worries, responsibilities that a child shouldnāt have felt the need to accomplish at such a young age, often took over her.Ā
Yet, when she was in a class, swaying her hips skillfully to the beat, she felt as if she were truly free.Ā
Funny, out of both of her siblings she had been the only one to take up the hobby; enamored. She remembered sitting on the San Juan shore, watching as the beautiful native women moved on the shore, their long flowing skirts adding to the captivating image. The motions, much like the Hispanic language, was suaveāromantic. It was no wonder why she had decided to teach it; never had it felt like an actual job to her.
As the people began to walk out of the studio, Clara reached for a towel, drying herself off lightly before she realized that someone was walking over to her. A young woman, definitely a new face. Clara smiled in greeting, listening to the new comer intently.Ā āThank you, first off, for the compliment. I try my best. Second,ā she began, placing the towel on her counter.Ā āin terms of what drew me to salsa, itās more of a heritage thing. Iām Puerto Rican and Cuban, it was a huge deal in my household but I fell in love with it because of the movements. It is the epitome of romanticism, donāt you think? Alone a woman can be seductive without being... overwhelming and dancing with a partner is as intimate as it can get.ā
She cleared her throat, realizing she was going off on a tangent.Ā āSorry, I didnāt mean to ramble but you get the idea. Why do you ask?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā THE SUFRĆN FAMILY TREE
ā£Ā Sofia Sufrón nĆ©e VargasĀ || MotherĀ || Age: 52Ā ||Ā Elizabeth Pena ā£Ā Miguel SufrónĀ || FatherĀ || Age: 55Ā ||Ā Esai MoralesĀ ā£Ā Raphael SufrónĀ || Older BrotherĀ || Age: 30 ||Ā D.J. CotronaĀ ā£Ā Clara SufrónĀ || SelfĀ || Age: 28Ā ||Ā Melissa Fumero ā£Ā Sara SufrónĀ || Younger SisterĀ || Age: 21Ā ||Ā Victoria JusticeĀ

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āmistle mistleā
āļø Send me āmistle mistleā for our muses to be caught under a mistletoe: accepting
It was the small things that matteredāor at least, it was a thing that she had constantly argued with herself after her freedom had been taken from her.
If she was stuck here in Milesā apartment, the least he could do was let her spread some Christmas spirit. Currently, heād been out the whole day, had things to ātake care of.ā Clara was glad for his absence as she knew that there was possibly a chance that he wouldnāt have let herwillingly leave to gather the supplies needed to carry out her plan. Though she had no way of knowing what time he would be back, she tried to get everything done as quickly as possible. Luckily she had always planned ahead when it came to most occasionsāher time in jail had reinforced that in her.
It took about an hour but she found herself back into his apartment, placing the bags on the floor softly and closing the door as soundly as she could behind her just in case he had arrived sooner than she thought. āMiles?ā She called out softly, but there was no response. Just to make sure, she took it upon herself to search each room. Still out. Good. She didnāt need any more incentive to get started.
It was something she had been picturing for the last week, where to assort various Christmas decorations in Milesā little cove. Clara started with the most important piece, the petite three foot Christmas tree, a fake one, so that he wouldnāt have to grumble about all of the mess it made. It took her no longer than fifteen minutes to fully adorn the tree with lights and ornaments. Next she moved on to the smaller things; placing the lighted poinsettia decoration against the window, cleaned his desk lightly so that she could make room for the petite Gingerbread House statue beside his computer monitor, and just as she was about to place the wreath outside of his door, she heard the door unlocking. Instinctively, she moved to hide it behind her but he had already walked in, brow raised, eying his surroundings.
āWhat is⦠this?ā Miles asked, looking all around his apartment in what seemed like profound confusion. He didnāt even put down his backpack, eyes lingering on the plastic bag atop the kitchen counter for a moment and then back to Clara, who gave him an innocent grin. āClaraāā
āI just wanted to do something nice for us.ā She interrupted before he could even begin his sentence. āThis is the first time that Iāve⦠ever celebrated Christmas without my family and I thoughtāmaybeāyou know, that we could celebrate it together?ā Clara was never one to invade someoneās private space but she knew that if she didnāt at least do this much she wouldāve fallen deeper into the depression that she was trying her damndest to fight. She bit down on her lower lip, waiting for his response but he sighed lightly, his shoulderās sagging, relaxing.
When his eyes finally met hers, there was a childish mirth in his eyes and a devilish smirk on his lips. Clara wondered, if for that moment, he was genuine or just playing it out as such because he felt sorry for her. She decided to wipe the thought from her mind. If he was going to go with it, so would she. They hadnāt needed to remember what they were really facingāif just for a little while.
āI was going to say that it looks quite festive than how I last remembered,ā He broke the silence, walking over to the counter and checking the bag that she had left with more decorations. ābut you didnāt let me finish.ā
Clara chuckled; āWhy donāt you help me put up the rest?ā
Miles stared at the bag blankly, than at her, suddenly chipper once more. She hoped she hadnāt struck some sort of nerve. āWhat are we waiting for?ā
The process had been more enjoyable with him around; heād been open to about every one of her suggestions, even when sheād placed a small Santa hat on Chips, his adored robot. They shared a laugh at the robotās expense, and even at each other as he encircled her in lights, holding her captive between the thick wires. As she tried to escape, she managed to trip and fall on the floor, to which he howled with laughter for at least five minutes. āHello?ā She called out in between his fits of laughter. āA little help please?ā
Sobering, Miles reached out a hand for her to grasp, and when her petite hand was in his own, heād pulled her up with ease, faces inches apart. They were quiet if for but a moment, eyes locking intently, the warm air of each otherās breathes hitting their faces, until Clara cleared her throat and turned to move away. However, he moved to hold her in place and when she turned to him confused, he starred upward toward the ceiling, to which her gaze followed to see he was holding up a mistletoe above them with his left hand. She tilted her head, made a face,what was he planning?
āMilesāā
āI found this in the bag, figured youād unconsciously wanted a kiss if you bothered to buy it,ā He moved closer and Claraās breath hitched. āThereās nobody else here but me and you. So, in the spirit of Christmas, Iām left with the burden of fulfilling this task. A selfless deed, wouldnāt you say?ā
She shook her head, āMiles, I just didnāt realizeāā
āShut up and let me kiss you, Clara.ā In the syllables of her name on his tongue she found herself. She didnāt move when he placed his hand under her chin, lifted her face upright so that they were, again, eye to eye. Tried not to flinch when his soft lips finally made contact with hers.
Very hesitant at first, then more serious. She nearly felt the friction build up in his body, as well as her own. For a moment, there was a thud on the floor, and sheād realized that both of his hands were cupping her face, the mistletoe abandoned at the floor. He inhaled sharply, quickly, and it fueled fires within Clara that she didnāt know still existed. She thought briefly about speeding the kiss up, so that it would be over and done with. Then she understood that maybe he was right. Maybe she had wanted this. As her mouth pressed against his, it was soft, pliant. He bit down on her bottom lip with enough force to pry out a hitched moan from her lips.
Miles pulled her closer, evening her body against his to the best of his ability, and he let his hands slide down her back, under her Christmas sweater, splaying against her spine. Her body quickened, her heartbeat thundered against her ears, and Clara deepened the kiss, parting his lips with his tongue and sweeping her warmth into him. Tasting and exploring. And as she did, she felt him surrender but she was too lost herself to savor the victory.
When he finally pulled away, her breath was coming out in ragged stretches and her eyes were hazy with passion she hadnāt known existed. For a moment, she swore she caught the same look in his own eyes, but in a flash, it was gone. Replaced by the usual impish expression that marred his expression.
āSo,ā he began. ādid your head spin?ā
āPossibly.ā Clara replied, trying to keep the tone light. She turned to look away from him, unsure of what exactly happened while trying to simultaneously understand what had been awakened within her. Shimming out of the trap that was the lights, she playfully shoved him.āYouāll never know.ā
Walking passed, Clara kept up appearances until she was sure he couldnāt see her face. If they had done that again, she had a feeling it wouldnāt be enough.
Send me āmistle mistleā for our muses to be caught under a mistletoe.
BONUS if they secretly like each other
DOUBLE BONUS if they hate each other.
MY CHRISTMAS GIFT (aside from making @wondersyetuntold cry) IS MY WAIFU COMING BACK TO ME. world, i present you the cutest @clarituals
OMG WAIFU YOUāRE MAKING ME BLUSH. BUT ALSO I SERIOUSLY HAVE SOMETHING MORE IN STORE FOR YOU.
fractals.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā three weeks ago.
Blood. There was so much blood.
The crimson fluid was all that lined the wallsāa crude painting mirroring a macabre butterfly. Despite her delirious state, she was still conscious enough to realize what she was looking at. Her chest seized at the sight that greeted her and she let out a shrieking cry as the bloodied butcher knife clattered to the floor, her trembling hands stained.
There was a fire in her chest; an undeniable blockage that made her feel as if she was choking on air.
Had she forgotten how to breathe?
Sunlight streamed in through a broken window, the rays reflecting off the glass that were sprinkled on the floor like glitter. It almost gave the gruesome scenery of the room a somewhat peaceful feel, but the body laid out before herāmutilated with her kneeling before it as if she were some sort of morbid worshipperācaused her to shudder with vigorous dread. It was then that she attempted to stand on her feet but, almost immediately, they gave out on her; causing her to fall so suddenly that she nearly toppled over the corpse, yelping in shock in the process.
How did she get here? Had she been drugged? Clara was too terrified to form any sort of coherent thought. She opened her mouth, tried to scream for help then but her throat was too dry, her heart was beating too hard, her vision was filled with dark spots. The panic mixed with the initial light headed feeling she had upon awakening was causing her body to shut down. Not something she had ever been familiar with, but a feeling that she was beginning to recognize all the same. Everything only continued to blur, the world was spinning around her until it was completely silent.
Dear God...
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā now.
Clara awoke suddenly, instantly alert. Her dreams were quickly banished from her consciousness as she snapped back to reality. She assessed her surroundings straightaway, she was not in her cramped bedroom overlooking the city nor was she no longer in a hospital bed, cuffed and hysterical, begging for answers. Her co-worker was nowhere to be seen⦠because he was dead⦠and they swore that she had been the one whoād done it. The feeling that came with recognition of her dire situation almost made her want to cry uncontrollably but she didnāt think she had any tears left in her.Ā
This was the cold cell she spent the last two weeks in, preparing for her sentencing. Her family had abandoned her. There were no lawyers who were willing to defend her. Never before in her life had it hit her how completely and utterly alone she was; defenseless. Without a shoulder to lean on. Her mother and sister cried the first time they came to see her, her brother couldnāt bring himself to even look at herāsheād begged them. Pleaded. No fui yo. It wasnāt me.Ā But all she was rewarded with were their retreating backs.Ā
Since then she hadnāt spoken a wordācouldnāt bring herself to. Even throughout the beatings she suffered from at the hands of the other cell mates, the name calling, the disgusted looks the officers constantly threw her way. She was exhausted. Some of the otherās whispered that she mightāve gone catatonic, staring at her wall for hours, never making eye contact with anyone else; in fact, it almost seemed as if she looked passed them.Ā
After today, she wouldnāt be given that luxury any longer:Ā āSufrón, looks like youāve finally got a visitor.ā
Clara stared at the correction officer, momentarily confused, but didnāt argue. Instead she followed behind the other woman as if in a trance, hands cuffed before her, dragging her feet lazily. Not even as they took an abrupt right into the wrong direction did she utter a word. The woman turned to give Clara a firm glance, followed by a nod of understanding before she quickly shuffled Clara into a dark room. For the first time in the last fourteen days she began to panic once more; was this how she would go?
But then, the lights flicked on, and she was greeted by the sight of a very unfamiliar figure. Young. His style... uncoordinated. His eyes, however, were fierce. Different. There was something in them that told her she might be able to trust him. Whoever he was, he held purpose.
āYou have five minutes.ā The Officer warned before walking out, leaving the two of them alone.Ā
Clara stared at the figure, unsure of what to say. Slowly she backed away from him, wanting as much separation as possible, until she hit a cold wall.Ā
āWhāwho are you?ā

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Ashley Olsen as Jane Ryan in New York Minute (2004) has been my inspiration since I was eight years old.
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