And What's A Story???

You think imagination just pops into one's head without something prompting the mind's eye?

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send one for my muse's reaction.

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"I love you."

"I wish you loved me."

"Everyone can tell you love me, it’s obvious."

"I just wanna give you the love you never had, why won’t you let me?"

"I want to hold you like no one else has, love you like no one else has, and make you mine in ways no one else ever will."

"I would kiss every last one of your scars away if you would let me."

"I know your scared, but I promise I’ll protect you."

"I just want you to be mine, and me to be yours."

"Can I just hug you?"

"I’ve never met you, and this is totally crazy, but wow I really like you."

"So….you free tonight?"

"You know I’m totally free tonight if you wanna do something…"

"Can I keep you?"

"Kiss me before I go."

"If this is goodbye, I have to know what you would’ve done if I had confessed to you sooner…."

"You look really beautiful/handsome in that."

"Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven, I mean."

"Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…"


”You’re the hottest person in this place.”


“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

"You’re cute, but I bet you’d be even cuter moaning my name and begging me for ‘it’."

"Aw, your so cute. How about I buy you a drink?"

"Can I get a picture with you? Cause when I tell my mom/dad about this, he’s/she’s gonna want proof that I saw an angel."

"Hey, can I get your number?"


“*wolf whistle*”

"I wanna fuck you."

"You look so cute in that skirt~."

"I love your outfit, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor."

"I just want a chance to love you."

"I just really like, you?"

"I don’t know! Okay? I don’t know, I just…I just like you…"

"God, you look beautiful squirming like that."

"I wanna bite you, I wanna bruise you, and I wanna take you. Right here, right now." “Oh darling, I’m going to break you.”

"I wanna bite you, I wanna scratch you, I wanna bruise you, I wanna make you scream for me."

"I just want you to be mine."

"Just let me have this, this moment where we’re still us, please?"

"If you don’t love me, can’t you pretend for just a minute? Just let me have this, just for now, please…"

"When you leave me tomorrow, and I’m alone in this bed, I’m gonna wonder if you let people see all those bruises and bitemarks on your skin. I’m gonna wonder if they all know your my good little boy/girl or if they think they can have you, and that your there’s for the taking."

"Be a good little boy/girl for your master."

"Be a good little boy/girl for your mistress."

"Don’t hold it in, don’t bite it back. I wanna hear your voice, or I’ll stop."

"Shhh, shhh. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?"

"Bad boy/girl, I told you to stay quite until I said otherwise."

"Aw, your so cute when your begging."

"Get on your hands and knees and beg me."

"I really wanna get you home and out of all those clothes."

"Strip. Now."

"Mm, I might just leave you tied up, get you all hot and excited, then not do anything at all."

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Pain through the Glass

Red poison sloshed in the goblet as the holder inhaled the sweet perfume of the Pinot Noir. Jefferson stared out the top floor of the lofty mansion, not quite able to see what his eyes rested on daily. He could only see her when he used the scope, but he'd watched this show far too many times - he knew her every move. 

It'd been one too many years. Twenty eight if he recalled correctly. And he was the only one who knew. It tore him apart every day and made him feel so miserably alone. But after twenty eight years, one starts to lose their mind... And he was the mad one after all.

The man's blood boiled. He could make out two figures in the small home and it forced him to set down his wine and examine further. His eye met the cool metal of the telescope and he grimaced at the scene. There he was, that smug ass hole excuse of a husband. Regina knew all too well that placing Snow with a man would only burn his heart more. What's worse? They were disgustingly happy together. And then he kissed her. Jefferson cursed and jetted from his post. He was done.

Without any resemblance of a plan, the Hatter grabbed his coat, and was out the door before he could talk himself down, something he'd quite mastered over the years. He was going to make her remember him if it was the last thing he did.

She'd be stopping by at Granny's shortly for her morning cup of... something. It was hot, that much he knew. He assumed coffee, but one could never be too sure. He'd find a way to say something when she walked in... Something to open the door to a potential relationship. Even if it started slow. Jefferson knew he was about to upset the Queen's meticulous balance. But he didn't care. 

He needed his Snow back. 

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Just a Hit... By at Hatter.

Darkness had fallen upon the Enchanted Forest and Jefferson was less than thrilled with his current position. 

     "Capture the princess Hatter! Torture the princess Hatter! Murder the princess Hatter! Bury the princess Hatter! Bring me her heart Hatter!"

The mumbling continued beneath low breath as the man sat scraping his silver blade across the wood of a stick, bits falling away upon the ground below. Jefferson wasn't a hit man, and he most certainly wasn't a man for hire. But the Queen was playing on one thing that had started to drive him mad... Boredom. 

It was then the light in the small cottage ahead went out and the Hatter felt inclined to at least approach. Perhaps she knew he was there, she had after all become far keener in life than her years as a princess. Something about being on the run changes persons... Jefferson knew this all too well.  Keeping his guard up, silent knuckles pressed against the wood of front entry, as it pushed the door open quietly. Tonight would prove interesting indeed.

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Nature Lovers Part Two:              The Institution as they called it, or hell, as Dr. Cameron refered to it, housed all manner of mentally insane. Yet something egged the good doctor on, not believing entirely that Alice had lost all her sense.              During a lame excuse for a date, many years after Alice was taken, Jefferson is given information that changes the game; changes everything. Cameron, not having it in her heart to keep true love apart, releases Alice.                                                          Run sweet Alice… Run…

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…over land and sea….

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Nature Lovers Part One:           It’s the turn of the curse and Alice is the only one who could save Wonderland. Regina forces Jefferson’s hand, making him choose between his daughter or his love. He knows Grace wouldn’t last, but Alice… Alice could fight. Alice could survive.                                                    …Alice would survive…                                                                                     …for Grace…                                                                                                              …for him.

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Do you love Grace?

Jefferson's expression didn't change, but remained stoic. "I don't believe this question merits the effort of a response. Come back when you have something worthy of my time."

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Having a hard time keeping my muse...

...help... anyone...

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Bloody Valentine

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Snow had to prevent herself from saying “Awww” when she opened the door to see Jefferson sharing an adorably sweet moment with his daughter. “Good evening Jefferson. Hi Gracie!”, she greeted her guests. “Yes, Emma’s home, of course. She said she’d keep an eye on the children while we go have dinner.”, she explained. “Would you like to come in? Feel free to have a seat if you like.”, she offered. “I just need to get a couple things and I’ll be ready to go.” 

Keeping her shoulders back and neck straight, Snow hurried to her room to check her makeup and grab her shawl and purse. Looking in the mirror, she sighed and ran a finger gently along her eye to fix a smudge of mascara. I can do this., she thought. He’s a good man and it’ll be fun to get to know him better. Smiling brightly, she walked back into the front hallway. “I’m sorry about the wait. Are you ready to go?”, she asked Jefferson, as Grace had already run off to play with Henry. 

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Jefferson's blush didn't leave as he gave a nod of acknowledgement and entered the home, setting Grace down to run about the small home with Henry. "Sorry Snow... I uh... I've never left Grace with anyone..." He paused a moment thinking of Grace and her school attendance, "Well, anyone besides you." He gave the woman a smile as she commented about needing to grab the last of her things. Typical woman - it only made him warmer. "Yes, yes. I'll wait."

The Hatter couldn't sit; his nerves were tempting him to make another trip to his new found temple. He swallowed hard and kept his wits about him. He wasn't about to mess up their night by needing to dry heave in her restroom. No no, he'd make it through. He'd only been hoping for this since the children had insisted on play dates. It made him feel horrifically ashamed. He coveted a married woman. Then David passed. 

She'd come back out, still as radiant as when she'd opened the door. Snow always glowed, he couldn't help but think how aptly named she was. "Waiting for you is hardly... a wait." His smile was wide, but horrifically fake. Really Jefferson? Really? "Yes, unfortunately, I wasn't sure where you'd like... so I figured... Granny's?" It was a bit pathetic, but technically no one could leave Storybrooke so all the New York delicacies were off limits. For now...

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Movie Night

Jefferson focused on Grace; it was easier to keep his smile from fading. The whole thing was a mix of emotions,  everything from primal instinct to the broken mad man that was shackled in his head. Snow forced a feeling out in him that he hated to admit - Grace wasn't enough.

They followed the bouncing girl to the couch and the three settled to watch the film. As soon as the opening title ran, Jefferson all but jumped from his seat, squeezing Snow’s hand before leaving, "Um, I'll get us some drinks... Wine? Tea?"

A minute later he was in the kitchen, away from gear view with their orders far from his mind. /Breathe man... Just breathe./ How he managed to get so worked up was beyond him,  and if he didn't get his act together soon, one of the girls was bound to come for him.

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When Jefferson left to get their drinks, Grace giggled and said, "Miss Snow, can I tell you a secret?" Snow nodded and smiled. Grace loudly whispered in her ear, "I think my Papa thinks you're pretty. He spent half an hour gettin' ready tonight." Snow grinned at the girl. "Well, I hope he does. I think he's very nice too.", she said in a quiet voice. Grace sat back to watch the movie again. A few minutes later, Grace looked up and over at Snow. "Where's Papa? He's been gone a long time.", the girl said, concerned. Snow reassured her,  "I'll go check on him. I'm sure he's just still making my tea."

When Snow got to the kitchen and saw Jefferson, she frowned. He didn't look well. "Are you alright? Can I help you with anything?" She walked closer and put her arm around his waist affectionately.

Footsteps. Followed quickly by the calm voice of an angel. Jefferson’s knuckles whitened as his grip against the counter tightened. He was losing the battle in his head and a part of him wished Grace was already tucked in bed. Visions of himself entangled with his current guest kept playing off in his mind. It was driving him mad. Then a slender arm wrapped around his waist and he chanced a glance at the pretty face that belonged to the voice.

Snow.

He shifted in her hold, moving to lean against the counter and let his own hands pull the woman close to him. His nerves were rattling him, but he tried speaking nonetheless. "I'm fine. Everything's fine." He held her hands in his own, his thumb rubbing the back flesh, his fingers pressed into her palms. Jefferson so wanted to press his lips to hers, to finally taste the sweet red rose that graced her pearlescent features. Fear mixed with an overwhelming ability to remain stoic kept him at bay. "Seems I forgot what tea you prefer." He blushed. It was a feeble lie, but he hoped she'd understand. His nerves would be the death of him. "I personally am going to have a brandy... Care to join me?"

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Bloody Valentine

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Snow kept her hands together in front of her to keep them from shaking. Something about visits from Jefferson made her feel giddy, like she was young again. It made her forget all of her pain and sadness. 

When he asked about the children and if they’d gotten some time to work on their homework, Snow nodded, and said, “Yes, Grace finished all of her reading and math homework and most of her science before they went to play together.” 

Tilting her head slightly and furrowing her brow in confusion when she noticed his nervousness, Snow’s expression suddenly changed to one of pure delight when she realized what was happening. He was asking her out. In shock slightly from the confusion, Snow was slent, just looking at the man standing in front of her. Finally when he mentioned Grace, she snapped out of it. Snow stepped forward and kissed his cheek. “I would love to have dinner with you. Thank you.”, she whispered, then stepped back. 

Right then, the children bound into the room, running around chatting and playing. Snow helped Grace find her things and then walked her and her father to the door. “I’ll see you soon! Call me if you need anything.”, she offered, in case they needed to discuss details for Thursday. “Goodnight!” 

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Jefferson was one with the porcelain gods. He didn't do people. He didn't do dating. He hadn't even dated Grace's mother... He just... Proposed? Wiping his mouth with his index and thumb, he forced himself up, his forearms quivering under his weight from fatigue. The mad man hadn't slept. Figured. 

Dark tormented eyes stared at it's reflection before stooping to wash his mouth and hands. Pathetic Jefferson... Truly you are a pathetic creature. Grace kept asking why she couldn't come see "Miss Charming" as she kept calling her. The name made his muscles tense, but he kept his calm, at least in that regard. Somehow he could handle blood better than the simple fact that by the end of the night Snow would expect a kiss. "Because Grace. We're going on a grown-up date. To talk boring things." He attempted to assure her, patting her head as he helped her into her winter coat. "You'll have fun at Henry's... I promise." She whined the entire drive there, and she whined the entire walk to the door. "Grace Marie, I swear..." There was a first. His eyes went wide before he shot a glance down at her, ensuring he gave her the biggest smile yet and squeezing her hand lovingly. 

Tonight is going to be far more difficult than I foresaw...

"Can I do it Papa!?" She exclaimed, her hands reaching for the door knocker feet above her. "Of course angel..." He smirked, raising his daughter up high enough for her to knock. The man let his daughter shift back onto his forearm as he held her while they waited. 

"Eskimo kisses???" She whispered in his ear. His face flushed. Grace was truly his pride and joy. "Alright..."

...Naturally Snow would answer as he rubbed noses with his baby girl - at this point the shade of red his cheeks turned could have rivaled the reddest rose. 

"Oh hello... Emma's home I'm assuming?" Right. Let's talk about the woman's daughter... Aren't you supposed to say something about her dress!?

Yes, their evening would turn out just...                                                            ...splendid.

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Bloody Valentine

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It had been a hard year. The first month, Snow hadn’t left her bed. It was the middle of the second by the time she finally left her apartment. Emma and Henry seemed to instinctively know she needed time to grieve. Charming had been her True Love. After almost losing him in Neverland, only to return home and then have him brutally taken from her had really taken a toll on Snow. 

Once she was leaving the apartment occasionally, Emma had insisted she help care for Henry. It was partially because the boy missed his grandma, and partially because Emma felt it would be good for her. Snow was often given the task of bringing Henry over for play dates with Grace. Once the curse had broken and Grace was living with her true father, Grace and Henry had become even better friends than when she had been known as Paige. 

It had been difficult at first, seeing Jefferson. He’d apologized for what had happened at their first meeting, but the trauma of that evening was hard to forget and even harder to forgive, but somehow she did. Perhaps it was seeing how sweet he was with Grace and how good to Henry. It may have been how helpful he’d made himself, showing up to care for her home when she had been unable to do so, when she had been so wrapped up in her grief she could hardly think straight, let alone remember to change light bulbs or air filters around the apartment. 

He had been so understanding of her reluctance to befriend him, never pushing it but always giving her the space she needed to get over what had happened. After awhile, she grew to look forward to seeing his handsome face show up occasionally at her door or when she’d take Henry over to see Grace. It was a nice distraction from her somewhat empty life now that the curse had been broken, and then her husband brutally murdered. Snow still had nightmares sometimes of details from that night. 

Snow had been relaxing on her couch, half-reading a magazine and half-listening to the rain softly hit the window when she heard a knock on the door. She sat up and ran a hand through her hair, wondering who was at the door. She stood and quietly padded over to the door and squinted as she looked through the peep hole. Snow grinned when she saw it was Jefferson. Something about him just made her feel better, a little more hopeful. 

Snow unlocked and then pulled the door open and smiled at him. “Good evening, Jefferson. It’s good to see you. Would you like to come in?” 

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Mary Margaret answered and Jefferson had to bring himself back to the present and out of his thoughts. He couldn't help but be mildly flustered as he rocked back on his heels momentarily. "Oh, Snow... Yes, thank you..." He gave her a slight smile as he ducked into the home. It always smelled like spring and Christmas; he still hadn't figured out how she managed it.

The sound of the children in the other room made him smirk. Clenching his cool fists that were stuffed in his pockets, he threw his weight on one heel and turned to face his hostess. "Just came for Grace... Hope they managed some of their homework and it wasn't just games all afternoon?" His smile was always tentative around her, hesitant, as though he wasn't sure he might scare her away. Or anyone for that matter.

"Um listen... Before they come bumbling in..." His eyes glanced toward the family room and then he continued, "I don't know, perhaps this is inappropriate... but..." His face turned a thousand shades red. Perhaps Grace's idea might be off base. One foot scuffed the top of the other. Letting out an exasperated sigh he forced the words out, they came out abruptly, and with as little suave as a cactus, "Will you have dinner with me Thursday?" 

Eyes wide, the Hatter's mouth snapped shut, his posture still slightly forward although he wished to crawl into the nearest hole. "Erm... I can just get Grace now..." The words tumbled out much quieter than before, and a nervous hand crept along the back of his neck.

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Bloody Valentine

Tick tock goes the clock And what now shall we play? Tick tock goes the clock Now summer's gone away? Sweat dripped from his brow, leaving a wet trail from his hair line down to his noise. His heart pumped blood throughout his limbs so fiercely he shook. Or perhaps it was just his nerves. No… Never the nerves… His nerves were like steel. It was the psychosis that rattled his body. To think, just days before they’d been sitting in their living room. The children were playing throughout the small flat, Emma was brooding over God knows what in the kitchen, and the Charming couple had been politely entertaining Jefferson. David had started offering Jefferson beer after the third month of the scheduled play-dates. Henry and Grace had raised such hell that both parenting entities were forced to appease them. It hadn’t been easy… If only he’d seen the face. It had only been a shadow, or a blur… Jefferson couldn’t remember. He scrubbed furiously at his hands, desperate to relieve them of their bloodied gloves. The crimson stain extended from his wrists to soak the cuffs of his shirt and splatter peppered his arms and chest. The man was frantic in removing the red from his person, stripping himself of his shirt in a panic, tears falling to his cheeks. He’d worked so hard to make up for his time before the curse broke. They understood, albeit they didn’t agree… but they had understood. Grace had begged Jefferson to make things right. Even forced him to take baked cookies to the Charming home. He was sure they’d thrown them away after he left. After all, he had spiked Emma’s tea… Tick tock goes the clock We laughed at fate and mourned her Tick tock goes the clock Even for the Hatter The man sat on his leather couch, a clean shirt and vest donned, a nicely pressed cravat around his neck. His muscles were slightly tense, his face expressionless as his eyes gazed upon the fireplace. There was a greater heat emitting from the hearth where blood-stained clothes were added to the wood. He sipped his tea, the belladonna blend, letting the hallucinogenic fumes toy with his mind. It fabricated the most glorious show in the flames, dancers mostly. He couldn’t tell anyone. No one. He’d just finally found their good graces, finally was considered equal. But he knew their hearts - first sign of catastrophe, they’d blame him. He would be found guilty until proven innocent. He’d lose what friendship he’d finally made with Snow… Snow… that beautiful, glorious creature. That woman who so reminded him of days long past before curses and spells. Before his heart was trampled. It had been a torture to watch his daughter in the arms of fake parents, parents who didn’t truly love her, but watching Snow with David made him sick. They were disgustingly perfect together, the prince practically babied her. Jefferson wondered what life would have been like if David hadn’t existed… If he hadn’t been there to distract Snow from a man who even his demons loved her… Perhaps that’s what fueled his guilt. It had only been a shadow… No face… And now David was gone and his blood was burning in Jefferson’s fireplace… Tick tock goes the clock And all the years they fly Tick tock and all too soon You and I must die The hatter nearly jumped from his skin when the phone rang. It’d be Snow. He was certain. Or Henry… They’d have found him by now… Jefferson swallowed his fear, took a deep breath and answered. "Hello?" The next few weeks that followed broke his heart. Watching Snow cope with David’s death was unbearable as her emotions ran rampant. One moment she was stone cold, not allowing the pain to sink in, the next she was weeping uncontrollably. More than once Henry had stayed at the Hatter’s home while Emma and Snow attempted to handle David’s affairs. He didn’t want to seem insensitive, especially since he was amazed at the police’s decision. Perhaps it was because Madame Mayor still ran the town... ‘A beast’ they said. Emma wasn’t convinced, and frankly, Jefferson knew better. But he couldn’t come forward as a witness. They’d have never believed him. Especially now… A month later… Guilty is all anyone would see. He’d have to figure out the mystery on his own.. Tick tock goes the clock He cradled her and he rocked her Tick tock goes the clock Even for the Hatter… A humble year passed, and although everyone had let the horrible event fade, a pain real, but now soft, some still were determined to find the truth. A truth he was certain by then, no one would learn. What terrified him most was there was someone out there, hunting the Charmings which meant Snow. He did what he could to not think of it, but the shadow haunted his dreams – each night it would take someone else… The nights he’d wake in pools of sweat were those when they’d take Grace, but the nights with Snow he woke to a manic yell streaming from his lips. Either way, his nights seemed to require more and more drugged teas. Something he hoped to keep from his little one, and Henry when he’d come for a weekend. Jefferson didn’t need Snow finding out he was self medicating. On the anniversary of his death, Grace insisted that they lay a large bouquet of daisies on the man’s grave. Her logic was if Henry was family, that made David her sort of Grand Dad, and all grand children should leave flowers for their Grand Dads. How was he supposed to deny those baby eyes of hers that she knew were entirely too manipulating. The Hatter simply hoped he wouldn’t run into any of the Charming family – he felt oddly embarrassed. The kids still demanded they play together, and Jefferson being the overly paranoid father, made sure to always be present. His favorite time however was any time that Snow was the designated guardian and not Emma. Through the year, Jefferson had made himself present, fixing light bulbs, squeaky doors, and occasionally mending the needed garment. He wanted to prove he could be there for Snow, be a man she could rely on. Since Grace was back in his life, he’d found the girl softening his heart, and he was realizing all too depressingly that this was causing himself to open up to the possibilities of love… And that possibility was wanting Snow. It’s Grace’s idea… it’s Grace’s idea… he kept repeating to himself as he stood on the door step ready to pick up his daughter from the Charming home. Running a nervous hand through his unkempt hair, he straightened his winter scarf and knocked. It wasn’t anything different from any other play date, just the sort he hated most because Grace wanted to spend the night. A whole night without her was like torment. But this time was different… And it was all Grace’s idea. It’d be easier to ask and then leave quickly and quietly if she rejected him. It’d be the first time in over three hundred years that he’d ever bothered with letting a woman tempt him. It was Grace’s idea, he kept chanting the mantra, trying to convince himself that he could care less if Snow accepted his offer to dinner. Jefferson could feel himself begin to perspire. Good God man… It’s just a date…Finally, he knocked with the prayer that Snow would answer and not Emma. Tick tock goes the clock All he did for love to show Tick tock goes the clock Now heartbreak waits for Snow

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plot twist: Grace is Wendy's daughter.

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//Don't. Don't even. Don't just don't. I have a Wendy.... NO. NO NO NO. DO NOT PUT THINGS IN MY HEAD!

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Snow Day

"UMPH!" Jefferson still wasn't used to this new form of alarm clock. A bouncing bubbly happy young girl jumping onto his bed each morning, laughter and giggles flooding his ears. It was such a change from life before her. 

He couldn't complain.

Tickling the girl at her sides, he lifted her above his head, before crashing her to the bed again. When it was just them, and them alone, Grace brought out a side of her father he had sworn died years since. He smiled again, and laughed. And it was all thanks to her.

Thumping her nose with his index finger, he smirked, "So princess, what do you want for breakfast... before school?" The idea of letting her go back to school frightened him and the words came out half chocked. He hated letting her out of his sight, fearful that she might not come home, that something terrible might befall her. 

Taking a glance outside, he couldn't help but notice the mass amount of snow that littered the balcony. "Hm... maybe we'll luck out and it'll be a snow day!" He zoomed in to attack his daughter with tickles again. Her laughter brought him joy to make up for the years of misery he'd once been in.

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Send my muse one of the following texts to see how they react:

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[text] I need you so bad right now

[text] They know.

[text] I know everything.

[text] OH FUCK OH FUCK

[text] ARE YOU TRYING TO SEXT ME?

[text] Make sure you’re alone- I don’t want anyone else seeing what I’m about to sent you.

[text] I accidentally sent it to the wrong person, help?!

[text] We need to talk

[text] I don’t want to talk about it

[text] The bed is definitely broken beyond repair…

[text] Delete my number

[text] Either way I’m going to make you scream my name by the end of the night

[text] Come over in the next 5 minutes, or not at all

[text] Stop ignoring me and pick up your phone

[text] I th  unk drink? Help me can home?!!!!! :xx)

[text] You free tomorrow?

[text] You left your shirt and I’ve been wearing it all day, so now it’s mine

[text] I don’t think you understand just how big is dick is!!!

[text] Thanks to you, the new neighbours now know my name xxx

[text] If I said that I was wearing nothing but an apron and was armed with strawberries and whipped cream, how quickly would you come into the kitchen?

[text] What’s the dress code?

[text] Black, red w/ lace or  sheer white????

[text] I know you said not to clean your room, but it was filthy- also for future reference, hide that in your sock draw and not under your pillow next him.

[text] YOU SAID THE BITES WEREN’T EVEN THAT VISIBLE?!?! MY BOSS HAS JUST GIVEN ME A SCARF TO COVER UP MY NECK FOR BEING “INAPPROPRIATE”

[text] I hear a celebration is in order?!

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"Sorry to bother you but do you know of anyplace someone can stay around here?"

Jefferson raised an apathetic brow, "Granny's... Or so I've heard." Why a random girl was standing on his lawn he couldn't figure, but he sipped his tea and attempted to ignore her. He had a book to finish after all.

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"I wish I could have kicked you out of that window twice. I still have nightmares about what you did to me!"

"You'll get over it Highness. All children grow out of their nightmares in time..."