#charmingmissdarling

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My trade request (for Icy Snow, Ocean, and Fancy) can be removed, as it's been fufilled :)

Removed! 

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Wendy's breathing was short and airy, her face flushed and her eyes wide. She felt very hot, turning her head slightly to look at him as Grace wandered of, then looking away quite quickly. She wasn't used to him looking at her like that, either. She watched Grace set up the game. "How does one play this game, Grace?" she asked, flushing a deeper red as she heard how her voice was slightly higher than usual. She cleared her throat slightly and looked at the game.

"You— you, eat the balls! With your hi-hippos, it’s— ah, watch’me!” As excitable as her mother had once been, (Her mother? Who?) Grace pressed the palm of her hand flat on the back end of the hippo; the hippo’s mouth opening and shooting out, collecting a ball Grace had rolled into the middle for demonstration. As she did so, Jefferson did vy to let go of Wendy’s hands— though he didn’t quite stop kissing her, proving more forceful with his kisses to her neck and shoulder each time Grace looked away, but straightening when the girl turned back to look at them both expectantly—”S’easy, but papa’s—he’s, he’s awf’a’l at it, Wen-dee, so you gotta play!”

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This had to be a dream. There was no other answer for Wendy. She was blushing, resting her head against his, and smiling faintly. She watched Grace for a while, getting her little game together, and felt herself relax against Jefferson. She couldn't understand what was happening, except that obviously, this wasn't reality. It was a fantasy, there was no other explanation, and part of her was sad about this while the rest of her was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.

A simple game-- she'd left them for a moment to go get it; (Without her father trailing after her?) a content little smile on her face just as well."Hungry, hungry hippos!" She exclaimed when she got back down, and Jefferson nodded at her-- sated to watch her set up to game, to let his hands drop in Wendy's lap and take both of hers in his, his chin resting just on top of her shoulder, blowing idly at the wisps of hair that fell in front of his face from Wendy,"She's really good at it." He offered as Grace lined up the balls in their respective positions, seeming to nudge one of the hippos into shifting for merely the fun of it, letting out a giggle. 

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Wendy was stunned. She placed her fingers absently at her somewhat stinging lips, her eyes almost as wide as Alice's had once been. She stumbled as he pulled at her arm, tugging her along. She'd come out of her daze, letting him pull her along. She couldn't understand what could have possibly happened in the last four and a half days to bring this entire change over him. Not that she minded, but it was, admittedly, almost alarming.

"It's dolls right now, but it was some game to do with hippos earlier, and I told her you would play with her when you got home, you'd be a lot better at it than I was--" Oh, grinning as he spoke, shooting her a look before he finally made it into the room Grace was in, hand-in-hand with Wendy, now, though seating both her and himself down just beside Grace, careful not to sit on her dolls.--And, rather uncharacteristically still, he was quick to tug Wendy into his lap, to press a kiss to what skin he could access near her shoulder, brushing her hair aside, ignoring the disgusted look he got from Grace for daring to kiss Wendy."There we are, little dove--" Now, though, he spoke to Grace, smiling, "Would you like to go get your game?" 

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Wendy yelped as he picked her up, thoroughly surprised he'd even come to greet her. Usually he just called to her what room he and his daughter were in. This was a change, and a nice one at that. "Still, I am here now," she said, a note of amusement in her voice. "It's good to see you. It's been a long week."

So relaxed; so un-characteristically joyous in her return, setting her down and kissing her-- hard, three times, even kissing the corner of her mouth before he finally let her go; though did not turn from her to immediately find Grace again as he once may have--"Too long." He agreed, and his grin was honest, loving-- and now he took her hand in his own, gently urging her to follow--"Come, come, Grace has missed you as well-- and she's a new game to play, that I'm failing miserably at." 

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"Jefferson?" Wendy slipped her coat off and hung it up, walking further into the house. "I'm back for the weekend!"

"Ah!" Oh, he was far more excited than he usually would be, coming from his place in the main room (Having been playing dolls with Grace for the better part of an hour,) and coming up to her-- embracing her, and laughing as he completely lifted her, spinning her three times-- joyous, so playful! Before setting her down."I'm glad, darling, I thought you'd never leave work." 

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Unpopular opinion about the Sherlock fandom?

Unpopular opinion about [insert fandom here]?

I can’t say I have many unpopular opinions about the show?? I dunno I’m not as involved with it as I am with my other fandoms. But I guess a minor unpopular opinion relating to Johnlock.

I mean I ship it like fedex, but it’s like how I feel about destiel. I think having them in a relationship on the show might end up ruining the main plot and possibly the show in general. Sherlock and John are both characters that, had they had any romantic feelings for each other they’d most likely just keep it to themselves until their dying day. But y’know bbc makes more ship teases than spn and they have made successful slash couples so there’s always the chance that they could make the ship more blatant  in canon it might end up ok.

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Wendy woke to a soft moan on her left, sitting up sleepily. "What?" she mumbled. She was certain it had been her name she'd heard. Then he said her name again, shifting in his sleep. Wendy felt her cheeks colouring; she'd never heard him say /her/ name like that. Cheeks burning, she lay back down, looking at him and listening to him say her name as he always said Alice's.