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peach-fiz · 5 months

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I actually didn't even bother watching the second season of Loki because of the cheap marketing and inconsistent storytelling.

It just felt like the plot was lifted off somewhere it would have made sense, and a character with a similar ego was replaced with Loki and goes through an arc that might have made sense for a blank slate character, but not someone who already has a backstory.

Loki doesn't even feel like Loki after three episodes in S1. The whole point of having a show like that just seems to be about the TVA and Sylvie.

Also the whole genderfluid thing. They 'confirmed' it in the promo and had a line in the script that went completely against anything they just said.

I knew at once that the writers, directors and other parts of production were really just pulling it in different directions and it would probably sound like a jazz trumpeter and a metal guitarist trying to improvise after knowing each other for 15 minutes.

I've been meaning to watch it just so I can have educated opinions on all of it but it's just,, so hard to get into. I definitely agree the marketing was cheap, they did with the 80s McDonald's like they did DB Cooper!Loki and made it centric to the advertising because McDonalds was also getting something out of it which is kinda ass seeing as realistically Loki Laufeyson would burn 6 of them down before he ate in one 😭

I personally don't like either of the major ships in the show but the forced Sylki shit in season 1 really got to me. Like not only did she completely replace him as the main character in HIS show, she's also a variant of him who he wants to make out with and overall it just reads as lazy writing and it's extremely disappointing that Mike Waldron has been put in charge of Multiverse of Madness and The Kang Dynasty since, due to the popularity of the Loki TV show. I was talking to my boyfriend about this last night but it kinda reminds me of the complaints people had ab the last Indiana Jones movie but opposite? Like everyone complained his best friend's daughter was gonna replace him bc she's a Mary Sue and she rlly isnt, she's more reminiscent of Marion in Raiders of the Lost Ark she just doesn't wanna fuck him. But the difference is Indy is a character who's majorly blank for little boys to project themselves onto. Which is great!! It works for those kind of movies, but they're not character development centric like the individual mcu movies tend to be. Loki is characterized in a way that he's drowning in identity issues and family problems and he experiences growth in every installment whether it be positive or negative. It doesn't make sense to take the formula of an Indidna Jones movie where he meets up with a woman who's typically a love interest and has her own issues that are only slightly touched on because that's not the focus, and they go do the plot.

Sylvie is not an Indy Girl, they straight up are trying to replace Loki with Sylvie. And you can tell the character wasn't supposed to have as much importance as she does in the show bc the character was worked on more after the actress they chose was buddies with a producer ( and this is no hate to the actress I'm sure she's delightful everything I've seen her in in terms of interviews has been lovely ).

I also absolutely agree they should've just made a tva mini series to introduce the tva rather than bringing back a dead character who soon will not make much sense anyway because Tom Hiddleston is getting older (and also he deserves to branch out in his career).

The genderfluid thing was a cash grab and it sucks ass, they just want money for acknowledging things already canon in the comics, same with confirming him as bisexual.

My boyfriend is actually writing a fic on ao3 called Find Me that's rlly good if you want Loki content that isn't related to the show.

(YES this is shameless promotion sshhhhshshsh) but fr the loki TV show makes me more confident in my screenwriting bc t h a t got put on disney plus. I'm also working on a Loki show rewrite in my spare time!!

#kid loki #loki (marvel)#loki and thor #loki laufeyson #anti loki show #anti lokius #lokius #anti sylki #tom hiddleston #screenwriting #fic rec #loki fic #logyn #logyn fanfic #mike waldron #peachy rants #long post

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onboardsorasora · 4 months

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fullscoreshenanigans · 10 months

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@questiontocertaintyofreality @whywoulditho ooo lemme do a little promo post to put in the REN tag because the fic makes me happy

Fair warning that as of writing this post, the fic is currently unfinished. I know some people are hesitant to start fics in light of that, but even if a fic remains unfinished my general perspective is to proceed forward and appreciate what an author did share of their work and play around with the little plot bunnies that spring forth in my head.

With that said, some snippets and ramblings (spoilers, natch):

I've said this numerous times before how I'll give more leeway to individual short comics with the hyperbole being used to quickly and clearly deliver a punchline with a limited amount of time and space (like in the chapter 91 "Hayflick Effect" → "Hey! Flick!" bonus comic), but I hate when Emma is stripped of all her nuance to facilitate familiar shipping formulas. I understand how this snowballs from innocuous offhand jokes in the fandom, but it's unfortunate when these things overtake popular perception of her. She's emotionally intelligent and cunning (we see this early on when she's brazen enough to muse what Conny's up during her confrontation with Isabella in the hallway, all while keeping up the most cheerful front), so I always enjoy reading fic that keeps that balance in mind.

Beautiful, a simply beautiful exchange of greetings.

The preestablished Noremma is absolutely delightful. Another thing thing I've mentioned before is my dislike of Norman being extremely uncharacteristically nebbish or aggressively confident and suave when pursuing relationships that' works in tandem's usually packaged with Emma becoming bizarrely demure. Again, I understand the appeal of stock scenarios, but it's not something I enjoy reading for them. I adore when they reach this level of knowing, playful banter with an underlying thrum of challenge, bred of familiarity at which boundaries can be teasingly skirted and which are low blows and off-limits, and founded on them being equals (after both of them, to different degrees, placed each other on pedestals).

I generally have two default outlines for how I see REN getting together: all together at once, or NE getting together first before roping Ray into the relationship. Here it's clearly the latter, though with a bit of a twist in that NE isn't as intimately familiar with Ray stemming from a shared childhood, but there is an awareness of him being out there. There's also the layer of longing that I personally vibe with for him and incorporate into my interpretation of the ship that can be summed up as "Ray is first to know, last to go, and Emma is last to know, first to go." (Because when there’s something she wants and believes it’s correct to do so, she just goes for it. There might be some delay in trying to find the correct timing, but the progress on it dramatically picks up when she realizes, "wait, why aren’t we together? We should fix that." lfjldj adore that respectful tenacity and ambition.)

With Ray, there's a denial born from years of steeling away his heart so he would have the mental fortitude to see off multiple children on their shipment days and a bone-deep belief that after everything he's done, he doesn't deserve such love. He is committed to the vow he makes to Emma in chapter 38 about living on to protect their family, and multiple times he's at the center of discussions what's the best path forward to secure the safety of his friends and family. He can be in the spotlight for that, but when it comes to advocating for his own wants, he falters; accepts that internal strife born of self-loathing as penance for everything he's done to reach this point, prostrates himself to the idea that Emma and Norman are beyond him when it comes to matters of the heart, and attempts to twist and contort to himself he's content to live the remainder of his days with this secret if it means they'll be happy together. (I'll also do a quick shoutout to @salsae's vowsverse for the ultimate breaking down of this wall; simply spectacular culmination of all the build-up over the years.) But all this is underlined by a desperate clinging to the hope that a future with them is possible, a hope that he would never dare put to words but still subconsciously lingers as he tries to extinguish it.

Tying that long tangent back around to this AU, again, Ray doesn't know the two as intimately as he does in canon, but there's a spark of hope at the thought of a different future for himself that he wrestles with, griping over the ludicrousness at the pair's goal and fighting them tooth and nail with each step of their approach, yet he's still the one to initiate their game and can't help but want to meet them to see if there's a foundation where his hope can bloom.

Finally, I am going to McFuckin' Lose It™ if the reveal that Ray is the son of the kingdom's enemy happens in the middle of Norman holding court (either with Emma and Norman knowing beforehand or it being a surprise for them, too; both have delicious potential.)

#i don't believe the author is on here and idk if they have an ig or twt to link to but wherever you are‚ liege‚ thank you #said this on the original post but god i have such a backlog of fics to properly comment on; 's terrible #just so much good food out there yk #REN brainrot is strong today lads #Norrayemma #Noremray #Emma x Norman x Ray #FSS Chatter #TPN Fanfic #TPN AU #𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝐹𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 #Goldfish_Writes #Long Post #Read More #the only downside that readily comes to mind with this fic is the use of the g-word for Romani that's come up once

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blorbocedes · 2 years

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Hi, I have a question and I think you're the best person to answer it! I am looking for some Lewis/Nico fics, but specific. I thought I would find more of those somewhere on ao3 but I haven't :( I'm looking for fics where they try to mend their friendship/relationship. Or even it just happens because of happenstance. Preferably set in reality, Lewis still racing, or Nico comes back to F1, or Lewis retires. I have read a couple most popular on ao3 but I need more! It can be romantic or platonic

ah canon compliant brocedes reconciliation fics my beloved... the balm to my heart

this isn't a comprehensive list but these are some that I've loved

when it's Lewis pining for once... ugh that's my shit.

since you've said you've read the most popular ones I'm assuming you've read kellog's Frosties and video games aka THE Nico comes back to racing fic <3

this is one of my favourite f1 fics ever. please mind the tags, it talks about mental health/self harm and I love that it has a princess and a brocedes version. also made me cry. forever rec

A post Hungary 2021 sick fic!!!!!but it's also so 🥹

ok GREECE AS A CORE MEMORY...... I teared up in a cafeteria reading this. the amount of times I've cried over brocedes in a cafe is astounding

Ahhhh friends to lovers to strangers to lovers. "motorsports takes as much as it gives, nico"

Go read everything by lost_decade. i am not kidding. THE brocedes writer of all time. just go through their account and binge you'll have a good time

the art of saying goodbye!!!

Post Hungary spooning "let's give this friendship thing a try" also go read their soup fic

Here's a little ficlet i wrote cause hehe self promo :3

and finally, if you want 46k of devastation angst with a happy ending non linear timeline but canon compliant here kaytheologie's brocedes get back together

#brocedes #fic rec #canon compliant reconciliation #blorbocedes ask #i am also writing one myself 🥹 it is in the works #but I am too shy to rec my own stuff

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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Ok shameless self promo here but if you’d like to read a BDSM Lewis/pierre fic written mostly from the Dom’s POV.... I just posted one and here’s the link:

(I poured my heart and soul into this, please give it a gander)

#shelsthoughts

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snowlaxys · 2 years

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vinvantae · 3 years

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ᴛᴡɪɴ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ

Part 1/25

Nothing burns brighter than a twin flame.

Growing up together, you and Ricciardo were inseparable but now as rivals on the track; things can only heat up.

Rating - Mature - Explicit language, drinking and mentions of sex

Ah I’ve not written a fic in forever so trying to get back into it. Let me know what you think !

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‘Now we go on to the biggest news in formula one; next season Max Verstappen is getting a new teammate. Why is this big news you ask? Well not only is it a rookie driver, but a female driver”

“That’s right, y/n y/l/n - the Tasmanian Devil - impressed Redbull bosses so immensely as champion F2 driver and as their reserve she earned her seat rightly so.”

You pulled your suit up your legs until they sat around your waist. The navy blue looked good on you. It was amazing how lucky you felt, you couldn’t believe that Redbull had so much faith in you. You maybe weren’t quite as young as some of the boys but you had the talent and the passion it took to be a F1 champion.

Not only that but you had one of formula one’s favourites rooting for you every step of the way. You and Daniel had grown up in Australia together, he was a few years your senior but it had always been both of your dreams to race in F1 together. He did however, not expect for Redbull to keep you so tightly in their grip when he left them for Renault and then Mclaren.

And now you were rivals. You were in his old seat with his best friend. As much as you knew it stung, you couldn’t turn down the opportunity to finally be a part of the sport that you loved.

Daniel had tried his best to be supportive of you, but you could see that it bothered him. For the past few months, you could feel the space between you growing and it killed you. He was more than your best friend, he was a part of you - and the further apart you grew the dimmer the flame glowed.

“Are you ready, y/n?” Your manager poked his head around the door.

You were in Redbull headquarters to do promo shoots with Max; quickly pulling up your race-suit, you followed her out of the room. You hadn’t seen Max since you signed your contract but as Daniel’s best friend, you two had become fast friends too. He’d been thrilled by the news when you called him.

“Okay so we’re starting with a simple photoshoot and then we’re gonna do a couple games for the YouTube channel to introduce you to the fans. We want them to see the fire that you’re known for.”

“Y/n!”

You turned to see the bright smile of the Dutchman, his arm coming to loop around your shoulder. “Redbull, man, how crazy!”

“Isn't it just? Ready to be put in your place, Verstappen?” You smirked, pinching your new teammate playfully. “I’m not playing nice”

“Wouldn’t expect you to, you didn’t get that nickname from being a sweetheart did you?”

The Tasmanian Devil. You were an agressive, fast driver; afraid of nothing - it had got you in trouble a could of times but you’d always fought back. You’d earned the nickname after one particularly tough post-race interview when you’d snapped and walked out of the room. If you were a bloke they wouldn’t have thought anything of it but you were called hormonal, emotional. You were no different to the men you raced alongside, they were all as rage-filled as you but that was allowed. Because they were boys.

“Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you either, just because you’re a gi-“

“I know. You never have. It’s only on track where people forget I’m different from the rest of you and I’m going to try to change that.”

“Right” your manager cut in, “enough chit chat, both of you step in front of the screen please.”

You followed direction and let the photographer pose the two of you back to back, arms crossed over your chest.

Let’s fucking do this.

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Next Part >>

Hope you enjoyed this intro chapter. It’s not long but I just wanted to introduce you to the story. See you soon!

Message me or leave a comment if you want to be added to the tag list :)

#f1 x reader #f1 x you #daniel ricciardo #Ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #driver!reader #f1 fic

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areiton · 5 years

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Self Promo Fic Meme

Tagged by the lovely @yodas-yo-yo and I think @crazyassmurdererwall tagged me and I kept forgetting to do this – my bad, friend. This is a mix of like gen and three ships? So I’ll tag that. Also, I’m only counting stuff I’ve actually posted on Ao3 at the time of writing this meme. Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics, and tag 10 people. 1. The mission is simple. says the wolf to the spider (promise me forever) | Winter Soldier & Peter Parker

2. Pepper calls him, is how it starts. heart of iron | Peter Parker & Tony Stark

3. He's drunk and there's a really hazy decade in the nineties that Rhodey looks pained when he even thinks about that says doing shit when he's drunk is a bad idea. text me, maybe | Winteriron

4. Distantly, he can hear Mysterio’s voice. It doesn’t sound real, warped and wrapped up in illusions, and he flinches, just a little, when it comes again—because it sounds, just for a heartbeat, like Tony. command not recognized | Peter Parker & Tony Stark

5. When he first notices it, it’s a tiny bruise on the inside of his elbow, and it blends with all the other bruises. unnoticed | May Parker & Tony Stark

6. The first time it happens--the first time he notices --they're in the lab, working on a new web formula. ok | Starker

7. “You don’t have to,” Sam says. It’s not the same way that Stevie says it, all fiery and fierce, begging and furious all at once. Sam’s quieter, sadder and resigned. Like he has run out of fire and fight. dream of me | winterfalcon

8. When Tony was young--young enough that he didn’t yet know what it meant to be a Stark, that his destiny was blood soaked hands and bombs and death--he dreamt of the stars. starlight | Peter Parker & Tony Stark

9. He can hear Steve’s voice, smooth and deep and steady, but it’s a distant awareness. confessional | Winteriron

10. He gets the notice in the middle of the night. real things | Winteriron Soooo. Tagging: @verdantmoth, @bloody-bee-tea, @romanoffrights, @the-cookie-of-doom, @the-redcrate, @lavender-lotion ok, I’m tired of tagging, so anyone else who wants a tag! As always, no pressure guys, only if you want to :D

#arei writes fic #self promo meme #tagged #my fic #winteriron #winterfalcon #winterspider #starker #gen fic #so much gen fic

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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Blackbird // Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Coming 2/1/24 @ 8pm EST

#not gonna lie guys this one is LONG #longest fic I’ve ever written if we’re not counting multi chapter #idk what happened to me tbh I fell into a trance and came out with 10k of Danny Ric in the mountains #fic promo #formula one fic #formula 1 fic

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avaalons · 7 years

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Chris Evans Fic: His Girls (Young and in Love Part 4)

We’re taking a bit of an angsty turn! Don’t hate me!

Just be warned that the following deals with issues of postpartum depression.

All parts to this series:

Young & in Love

Part 1: Beard & Glasses & Pushed Back Hair

Part 2: At Some Point

Part 3: The Dogs Aren’t Allowed Upstairs

Part 4: His Girls Episode 1

Part 5: His Girls Episode 2

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It had been a phone call from his mother that had been the catalyst for his unscheduled return home. A voicemail to be exact. He knew that leaving had been the wrong thing to do in the first place. He’d known since he’d first, very reluctantly, agreed to do the (‘so quick, you’ll be back home before you know it’) press tour. He’d squeezed in a smaller movie after Infinity War finishing up and the release date combined with Annie being two weeks late in making her arrival meant that she was only four weeks old when Chris had to leave for promo. It felt like all he’d done was answer questions about his newly expanded family, when all he wanted was to be back home in LA with them. He knew it had been too soon but you’d insisted that you would both be fine, you would FaceTime every day and that Chris couldn’t jeopardise his career and professional standing with the studio by backing out of the promotional tour. He could have kicked himself as he listened to the voice message in between interviews.

‘Hey sweetheart,’ his mother’s soft voice had that tone that told him she knew she was trying not to worry him but also that she knew her efforts would be futile, ‘I hope the tour’s going well. Sorry I couldn’t catch you in person. As you know, I’ve been in LA the last couple of days and I’m… I’m worried about her, Chris. I can’t say what it is exactly but she seemed almost too bright and breezy, which I know sounds stupid but, it’s like, it’s like I didn’t know her and she didn’t know me, like she was putting on an act. She didn’t seem to actually want to have much to do with the baby. I don’t know sweetheart, something just isn’t right. Was she like this before you left? Give me a call when you can, preferably before you go rushing back home on the first flight out.’

Since the voicemail, he’d discovered that you’d hired a nanny (without telling him in any of your phone calls) and that you’d gone back to work, leaving your six week old daughter with an almost stranger. For all he’d known in your long distance communication, you and the baby were doing great. You sounded like nothing but a doting, excited, happy new mother over the phone and screen. He shouldn’t have ignored that niggling feeling he had that told him he was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Knowing what he now knew, he’d tried to subtly fish for information in his phone calls to you but you were giving nothing away and that in itself convinced him that going home was the only option. Clearly, he was needed somewhere more important than the press tour. Luckily, there was a big enough ensemble cast that his absence could be glossed over.

And that was how he found himself, at nine pm on a Friday letting himself into his own house after a long ass flight, made only longer by his concerns, to find a woman that was definitely not his girlfriend taking care of his child and, apparently, living in his home. A few awkward questions later, Chris had ascertained that Helen was, in fact, a live-in nanny, with decent credentials, he was reassured to see, and that you were out with friends, and had been out most nights since Helen had started her employment, whether for work or leisure.

Eventually, Helen had been given the night off to retire to her rooms and Chris had gone straight to his baby girl’s nursery, watching the calm rise and fall of her chest and listening to her quiet snuffles as she breathed. She was perfect and his heart swelled every time he looked at her. His little angel. He ever-so-gently ran his index finger down her rounded rosy cheek, before kissing his fingertips and pressing them softly against the downy fair hair on the crown of her head.

‘Hi there, baby girl. I’ve missed you so much, Annie. I’m not sure what’s been going on yet but daddy’s home now and we’ll figure it all out, don’t worry.’

He was still in the clothes he had been wearing for the best part of two days, and they smelled like airplane, but he didn’t care. He slumped wearily in the plush armchair in the nursery, propping one elbow on the arm rest, leaning his head in his hand and stretching his legs out in front of him. He looked around at the room in the soft glowing lamp light. You’d decorated once you’d gone in for the twenty week scan and found out that you would be adding another female Evans to the pack and you’d picked out colours at the DIY store together. Chris had insisted on doing it all himself, foregoing an interior decorator.

‘I want to do it,’ he’d argued when you’d tried to tell him he didn’t have to, ‘I want to paint the walls and build the flat pack furniture and put the shelves up for my little girl.’

Your eyes had welled. Who were you to argue with him about that? You’d blamed your tearful outburst on the hormones wreaking havoc with your emotions but really it was just that you couldn’t believe how fucking amazing Chris was going to be as a father and how lucky you were to have him.

So, you had decorated the nursery together, choosing soft pastel shades, the paint tins looking like sugared almonds the day you’d laid the tarps to protect the carpet and prised open the lids with a dinner knife. Chris had constructed the furniture, liked he’d said he would, relishing in the days at home when he could get out the power tools and just build, having made something at the end of the day that was going to make his child’s life just a little bit more comfortable. You’d taken on some of the less labour intensive jobs, given your pregnant state, like framing prints and hanging them in just the right places around the room, selecting ornaments and cuddly toys to adorn the neat white shelves Chris had fixed to the wall, and choosing the soft furnishings for the room, expecting that you’d both be spending a lot of time in here in the future.

Chris looked at all of the things in the room, all the evidence of your mutual enthusiasm for the arrival of your first baby, and the love that you both already had for the life growing inside you. Chris couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to all of that, where it had all gone. He had to admit that he was scared, desperately so, of the possibility that you had realised you didn’t actually want to be a mother.

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Chris awoke with a start when Annie cried out. His neck was stiff from where he’d fallen asleep in the armchair and he glanced at his watch as he stood. Midnight. He wondered idly if you’d returned home yet as he approached Annie in her crib. Perhaps not, since he hadn’t woken before now.

‘Oh Annie, don’t cry sweetheart. I bet you’re hungry now, aren’t you? Let’s go and get you some milk.’

As much as he hated to hear her distress, he was glad that he could now pick her up and hold her to him for a real reunion. She lay marshmallow soft in his arms and he held her up so that he could drop a kiss on her forehead and breathe in that sweet talc scent before carrying her downstairs to the kitchen. Everywhere was quiet and dark and he had to flick lights on one by one as he moved slowly through the house, cuddling Annie to try and quieten her cries. Helen, he supposed, must have gone to sleep. He went to the kitchen via the family room, pulling the moses basket along behind him. He flicked the kettle on and then lay his angel in her basket while he set about preparing her milk. After opening the fridge to find no expressed milk, Chris let out a deep sigh and a curse under his breath, and went to the cupboard for the formula. But, he thought afterwards, he supposed he should be glad that you weren’t still breast feeding given that you were out most nights, apparently getting trashed. At least you had done that much, whether it was intentional or not.

A short while later, Annie was fed, changed and wriggling happily in Chris’ arms as he cooed and fussed over her, rocking her gently while he paced slowly up and down the family room. There was still no sign of anyone else and the house seemed oddly silent and huge.

‘Come on little Annie, it’s time to go back to sleep or you’ll be tired tomorrow. Will a song help?’

Just as he’d started on his very own lullaby version of a chart song he’d heard everywhere over the last couple of weeks, he heard the key turn in the lock of the front door. Feeling oddly anxious and trying to keep the frustration that had been building since he’d arrived home under control, he continued pacing his path in the family room, waiting for you to realise that he was there.

You must have heard him singing softly because you appeared at the door to the family room, gripping on the door frame and swinging around it, giggling.

‘Chris! You’re home! Look at you all gorgeous and sexy! Missed me that much huh?’ Your words were slurred and loud and at odds with the calmness and quietness of the house. Chris couldn’t help but notice you hadn’t even acknowledged Annie. You were dressed in a short dress and strappy killer heels, smoky black lining your eyes and your hair loose and glossy and tousled in that way he’d always liked. In fact, it wasn’t so very long ago that you returning home like this would have resulted in a long night of the most amazing sex and while he knew that you were drop dead gorgeous as always, seeing you like this, on this night, only made all that building irritation want to burst from him. Control, Chris, control.

‘Something like that. Just keep it down, Annie’s almost asleep.’ His voice was steady, for which he was grateful, but he didn’t look you in the eye.

You’d approached him with that slow walk that you knew accentuated those long legs and made your hips sway. You snaked a hand along his shoulders, wrapping a hand lightly around his neck and tugging him towards you to whisper in his ear.

'Well, I’m going to go and get out of this dress and I’ll see you upstairs for a real welcome home in a little while, okay?’

Chris didn’t respond but you didn’t seem to notice as you sashayed out of the room and disappeared upstairs. Chris purposefully didn’t watch you leave, but focused on the small bundle in his arms, who seemingly hadn’t been affected by her mother’s entrance and whose eyes were now drifting closed as she lost her fight against sleep. Chris felt the heat of frustration and anger in his face, mixed with, he hated to admit, a twinge of arousal. Damn you for showing up in that dress. He knew you, had known and loved you for years. You’d done and been through so much together: bought a house together, travelled the world together, brought a child into the world together but at this moment, he felt he didn’t know you at all. You had completely ignored your daughter, as though she didn’t even exist.

As Chris climbed the stairs, careful not to let his precious girl feel his footsteps, he was sure of exactly two things: one, he needed to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible for the sake of his family and two, there was no way he was getting into that bed next to you tonight.

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