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amphiptere-art · 10 months ago
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List of characters/worlds.
OC world
The locked door
Shadow wars
Shadon
Shadow
Vecerin
The brother
The sister
The light dragon king
The light dragon Prince
The hybrid
The hybrids partner
dreamers musings
Various
Chains
I will dig out that folder later.
Moss and car-car
Moss (spinosaurus)
Car-car (baby carcharodontosaurus)
Territory seeking sub adult carcharodontosaurus
FNAF
Warehouse
Dim/Dawn/Dusk
Sun
Moon
Glam Bonnie
Glam foxy
Glam Freddy
Music Man
Owner YN
Adopted by
Bloody lambs, blood moon
Adopted characters
Warehouse daycare
Sun
Moon
Frank the cat
Owner YN
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Mechanical medic
Ralph the repair dragon
Sun
Moon
Other animatronics in the Plex
Adopted by
Lord's brother, infero
Adopted characters
Perrfect thief
Cat King YN
Detective Sun
Police officer Moon
Gang leader Eclipse
Underground informant leader DJ
Underground informer ballerina
Underground informer mangle
Underground informer Bonnie
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Rusted wheels
Sun
Moon
Rattler
Rabbit raiders
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Cryptid eater
Hunter/Cryptid YN
Hunter Sun
Hunter Moon
Hunter eclipse
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Saving Waves
Moon
Sun
Darkened Dawn (eclipse)
Silver reflection (Luna)
Red Wave (Blood Moon)
Monty
Freddy
Chica
Roxy
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Stop you silly siren
Captain Eclipse
First mate Sun
Navigator/siren moon
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Arcade project
Arcade alt Fae
Eclipse
Blackstar
Planet
Sun
Moon
Blood Moon
Pluto
Jack-o-moon
Nova
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Tsams
Red blue and black
Blue Moon (lunar/blood moon)
Sun
Moon
Black Star (eclipse)
Vapor
Monty
Frankie the cat
Sundown dance the dinosaur
Horn the Dragon
Adopted by
Remorseful Lord Eclipse, Chaos
Lord's brother, infero
Kid eclipse, Moom
Adopted characters
TF traveler, refracted glow
TF trapped, crushed glow
TF servant sun, dying fire
TF Void, No light
TF ghosty, wisp
Recovering blood moon
CtOS solar
AE solar !attempted!
Old Tsams
Lunar
Sun
Moon
Eclipse
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Shattered Blue Moon (storyline end)
Strained Black Star (storyline end)
Cruel copy
Butler (eclipse)
Werewolf (Blood Moon)
Gladiator (Sun)
Pastel (Moon)
Witch (Earth)
Wizard (lunar)
Hunter (Monty)
Adopted by
Adopted characters
TF Void, virulent
Beast maker
Lunara
Eclipse
Sun
Moon
Blood Moon
Adopted by
Lord's brother, infero
Adopted characters
Empty cup
Honey (Lord lunar)
Cider (Eclipse)
Apple (wither storm)
Adopted by
Lord's brother, infero
Adopted characters
Chapter -SSC
Story written in ash
Chapter (eclipse)
Adopted by
Lord's brother, infero
Remorseful Lord Eclipse, gluttony?
Empty cup, Honey -SSC
Kid eclipse, teen solar flare
Adopted characters
Separated blood moon -LB
It's tough to be a god
Huitzilin (Hum) (Sun)
Zipacna (Zip) (Monty)
Xolotl (Xolo) (Eclipse like child)
Axo's Daddy
Adopted by
Adopted characters
TF traveler
Desolate hunger
Ravenous (lunar/blood moon)
Earth
Sun
Moon
Fork face
Monty
Adopted by
Lord's brother, infero
Kid eclipse, Moom
Remorseful Lord Eclipse, chaos
Adopted characters
Lost Lord
Eclipse
Sun
Lunar
Blood Moon
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Hostage Solar, little fox
Under the stage
Blood Moon
Moon
Lunar
Adopted by
Remorseful Lord Eclipse, wrath and sloth.
Adopted characters
Eclipse Brothers
Eclipse
Lunar
Blood Moon
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Sulky star cluster
Cygnus (eclipse)
Antares (eclipse)
Rigel (eclipse)
Algol (eclipse)
Star holder Glam Freddy
Adopted by
Autumbra au, kill code
Adopted characters
TF Traveler -Orion's belt
Autumbra Eclipse *friend*
Toy swap
Crimple (DCA swap)
Glam toy Freddy (Glam Freddy swap)
Glam toy Chica (Roxy swap)
Glam toy Bonnie (Glam Chica swap)
Glam toy mangle (foxy swap)
Puppet (Monty swap)
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Alternate solar
Solar
Sun
Moon
Lunar
Blood Moon
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Autumbra *friend*
Runaway eclipse
Eclipse
Incomplete lunar
Adopted by
Lord's brother ?in works?
Remorseful Lord Eclipse ?In works?
Adopted characters
Sundown
Eclipse
Code Moon (blood moon)
Moon
Segway
Black bear
Alcoholic human friend
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Chased Eclipse -SSC
Actual dad eclipse
Eclipse
Dad code
Blood Moon
Sun
Moon
Lunar
Earth
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Chased eclipse
Hati (moon)
Sköll (Sun)
leiðr (eclipse)
bana (kill code)
Adopted by
Kid eclipse, Moom
Sundown Eclipse -SSC
Adopted characters
Orion's belt
Betelgeuse, basil (Lord Lunar)
Rigel (Eclipse)
Saiph (Good wither storm)
Bellatrix, Bella (Blood Moon)
Mintata, Mika (cyborg lindworm)
Alnilam, Alnim (Sun)
Alnitak, Alnik (Moon)
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Tf Traveler
Supernova AU
Nova (lunar/eclipse)
Sun
Moon
Killcode
Blood Moon
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Arcane AU
Arcane (lunar/Blood Moon)
... Everyone else dead
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Demon alts
Blue Moon
Black Star
Ravenous
RBB Earth
Adopted by
Lord's brother, Vim
Adopted characters
Tf void demon, demon wisp
Mer alts
Blue Moon
Black Star
Red Moon
False star
Annular
Adopted by
Adopted characters
Fey alts
Blue Moon
Crimple
Researcher Blackstar
Hunter Earth
Adopted by
Remorseful Lord Eclipse, chaos
Lord's brother, puppy
Adopted characters
Tf Traveler fey *friend*
Warrior cats alts (mostly created by @artoutoftheblue)
Blue Moon
Black Frost
Lion light
Rain cloud
Berry heart
Many others
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naffeclipse · 1 year ago
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Soft Underbelly
An Apex Polarity AU
Orca!Eclipse x Leopard Seal!Y/N (SFW)
You must provide for your child but leaving for even a moment holds danger. You are a predator, nearly at the top of the food chain. Nothing can threaten you and your offspring, except, of course, an orca siren. How do you safeguard against your one weakness?
Word Count: ~3,900 Warnings: Manhandling, nonconsensual touching, anxiety, fear, and dead animal
A/N: I'm on such a baby kick, it's embarrassing. I can't get over the family fluff and thinking of Eclipse being a doting father is turning me feral. I do love the dynamics with Leopard Seal Y/N as she is a fierce mama. It's good to have someone finally going toe to toe with Eclipse, even if the outcome is still clear. And of course, there's a fluffball baby!
Little note again: the reader is female and will be referred to by female terms/titles such as mother. Also, please make sure to read all the tags/warnings as this is a mature fic and will contain an unhealthy dynamic and toxic traits.
Not beta read, I'm torn apart by leopard seals.
Please enjoy the fluffball and her fierce mama and her new dad!
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teaandinanity · 11 months ago
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It continues to give me the warm fuzzies that basically every person at work has said they'll miss me. And it's not really utility, even if I'm useful; I am not in a critical position. There are many people who can do the things I do, even if the majority are less experienced. I'm not management, or a lynchpin, just a long-time worker bee.
But people like me, and I just handled a Crisis Situation well enough that the AD took the time to personally thank me, and my manager was like 'not only am I willing to be a reference you can use my personal phone number if that's easier' and even some of the newest additions said they're going to miss me on desk, and I just.
I love my job and my coworkers and it's really nice that the people there know it and love me back.
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sigery · 10 months ago
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Hourglass is trying to help, but he isn't being nice about it
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@amphiptere-art
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Random funny thing to me is when people insist that two characters are basically siblings to each other and it's so weird to ship them (because they're connected in some way through a member of their family)
And the truth is that yes they can technically be considered family (in the nuclear family way) if you want them to be, but not because they're siblings. You actually have at least a miniscule argument here and yet you've lost arguing that they're basically siblings😂
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themyscirah · 5 months ago
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Okay so basically the United States MINT of all people is going to be working with DC to make a line of coins! These coins sadly won't be in circulation (the things I would do to live in a world where I could get Batman coins from the supermarket) as they're collectors coins, but will be releasing over the course of the next 3 years, 2025-2027.
Designs haven't been released yet (the same is true for all 2025 designs) but we know there will be 9 coins in total (3 each year) with the first year featuring (of course!!!) Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.
Although we know the first three heroes to be featured, the remaining six have yet to be decided, and it turns out the Mint is putting out a survey on their site to gauge which of a group of culturally significant heroes people want to see most! (link to the form is mentioned in the article above)
The considered group includes: Supergirl, the Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Captain Marvel, John Stewart GL, Aquaman, Hawkman, Jamie Reyes BB, Robin (Damian?), Cyborg, and Batgirl, of which 6 will be selected.
As someone who does a bit of coin collecting myself (mainly circulation coins like the quarters sets, but I also have a couple proof and collectors coins) I think this is a really cool and interesting idea that showcases the history of the comics medium and these characters and their influence on American culture. Really excited to wait and see what the designs look like for the coins already announced!
#ABSOLUTELY INSANE TO ME#sorry just. only thing that could make this crazier is if these were circulating. i would fucking die actually lmao#i mean you could buy something with one of these legally but like youre an idiot if you do that so likeeee#someone showing up with the solid gold superman collector coin and its only legally worth a dollar lmao#not that someone would do this but future generations/archeologists finding a coin in some ruins and it just has like. batman on it#amazing to me#also just the transition from us currency having all fake people (lady liberty some random native american guy etc.) and then going to real#people and presidents then expanding that to honor people that they believe should be honored (think the harriet tubman coin set right now)#and representing beauty and innovation and culture through representation of the states#only through that lens to swing back around and have fake people on the coins again in the form of the freaking dc trinity. insane to me#no one ever gets me when im nerding out over coins its okay. at least its not postage stamps (i actually do have some special postage stamps#its like 1 sheet though it was for the 2017 eclipse and the image changes from totality to the moon with the heat of your finger theyre so#cool okay) anyways i like dont really know that much abt coins lol i originally saw a post abt this on reddit 💀 lol and had to check this#was real which is insane. anyways my dad got my all my coin stuff ive got a proof set from the year i was born albums to hold the 50 states#and national parks (america the beautiful but its 90% natl park designs lets be honest here) quarter collections as i find them irl#(dont have an album for us women yet sadly but do have some of the coins) as well as a few dimes and other circulation albums i havent used#much. and then i have a few collectibles like the hubble telescope $1 coin the 50th anniversary apollo 11 one and the 2021 anniversary peace#dollar. though like not the gold ones or anything like that lol but yeah. i talk abt coins every once and a while with friends and i know#things but then my dad is in the car and its like nevermind lol.#also put a ? after damian's name bc theres a chance it could be dick and they just used the wrong picture. because some of the character#bios had names but his didnt and seemed very dick grayson (acrobatics mention “batman's partner” etc) but not so specfic exclude either one#and the pick was damian. but then the ollie pick was goateeless for some reason so who knows#culturally dick is more important but dami is current so idk#dc comics#blah#ive really been learning so much today. first all in announcement and subsequent leaks and now this. what a ride#also love how im anticipating and know future comics things lol. when did that happen haha. ive really transitioned from only reading back#issues and never knowing current events to following a lot of releases lol and somehow finding out about the freaking coin collection...#crazy how that happens#cant scroll up at that first image without losing it a bit still actually. what a world we live in. anyways take your bets who is gonna be
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crazycatkatetrap · 19 days ago
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What do you give a prince who has everything he could ever want?
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✨A concubine of course!!✨
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As you can tell, he's thrilled.
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wanderingandfound · 1 month ago
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Absolutely wild that when I'm looking at taking a train from one major city to another in the US it'll take over 51 hours, but if I drive it would be 18 hours (without stops). I was thinking about taking a train for a vacation but like. There's leisurely and then there's that.
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mugzymiik · 8 months ago
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im singling out Bug for this one, shes THE oc i have the most art of (45 pics on her toyhouse alone (i have more i still need to upload) <3)
did you guys know about this oc stuff. you can just make a guy. big if true
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ereh-emanresu-tresni · 7 months ago
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My toxic trait is keeping dozens/hundreds of articles and videos in open tabs to read and watch later, and hundreds/thousands more bookmarked for later ref, then only actually getting back around to like 3 every few months
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anjanahalo · 9 months ago
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Did anyone else get the urge to burn things after the eclipse or am I the only one making offerings to appease the sun gods?
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amphiptere-art · 11 months ago
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Trying to create a comfort Eclipse has been slow. So we're just going to throw them out and to see if they work as a comfort.
I have two options for comfort eclipses.
The first one I have nicknamed runaway eclipse.
The other one I have been calling actual dad eclipse.
Runaway Eclipse
So runaway eclipse happens where after sun's conversation he finishes a body he has been working on quietly, uploading himself during the weather storm scenario into a new body. Sun and Moon then come back from the wither storm scenario with eclipse in his new body. They also come back with an object they got from the wither storm, the triangle. Which followed along from the wither storms remains. The triangle then decides to connect with Eclipse. Eclipse callously deciding to use the mysterious magical object as a show of power. But instead gets eternally displaced by dimensional magic. As the triangle works somewhat like the cube. The only problem is that it doesn't have a home universe. It just goes Forward teleporting runaway Eclipse to Universe to Universe. He can somewhat control it. But it's to the level of 'give the computer a single dimensional restrictive And they decide to be funny' control. This Eclipse actually has a halfway finished lunar in his drives. So he has some sort of companionship. But he is continuously dimensionally teleporting around. Growing to learn how to be kind by just how many universes he has ended up in.
Actual dad Eclipse
So the actual dad eclipse of course takes place when KC makes a deal with Moon. Where he gathers his children into that extra bunker. The only difference is that this time he doesn't lock eclipse in a computer. He does somewhat lock them to the bunker. He doesn't want him causing chaos with moon of course. But he treats them more kindly. Not only doting upon blood moon but also eclipse. Allowing for him to basically tinker to his mind's desire. As long as it is not used against moon he doesn't care. They're still chaotic beings. Eclipse can basically blow up the empire State building if he wanted. Eclipse of course doesn't like blood moon due to what they did. Which is shocking them and stuff. Blood moon doesn't like eclipse because he was a tool once. Actual dad KC of course keeps the peace. Mostly by supplying blood moon with endless blood, and allowing eclipse to basically not be near his brother. It's kind of endless scenarios from there. Mostly with KC attempting to bond with the eclipse and eclipse basically growing complacent and not hunting Sun and Moon.
We're just going to put these out here and see which one brings more comfort. If you want to interact with runaway or actual dad eclipse just go over to ask the amph greater universe. Otherwise if you just have questions about how the world works or how the characters react to certain characters within the world you can ask them here.
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blondephil · 9 months ago
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genuinely ill from the insta posts & i haven’t even watched the vid yet….
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aguagato · 9 months ago
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anyway, me and my husband witnessed the eclipse at the hotel my parents are staying at. everyone was in the courtyard all excited with their glasses and cameras. and when it was about to be totality, everything got so dark and quiet and cool, and when everything blacked out, people started hooting and hollering and the kids there literally clapped. idk there’s just something very sweet and magical about sharing your experiences as a collective.
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ceilidho · 1 month ago
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Buttermilk
It doesn't take long to settle into the rhythm of your new summer job. Or: the babysitter x single dad au
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“I’m not looking for a babysitter that can only come by every now and then,” he says sternly and pauses for emphasis, brows furrowing to convey the seriousness of the situation. “I’ve got a busy schedule and his mom isn’t in the picture. I need a real commitment.”
You sit across from him wringing your hands under the kitchen table, wondering again what it is you’re doing here. Babysitting has never been your schtick; you’re somewhere in between too old to do it as a casual gig for extra cash and too young and inexperienced to be considered for a full-time position. 
Yet, it seems like that’s what he’s looking for, based on the information he’s told you and your general impression from having been in his house for less than twenty minutes. The house is a mess—toys strewn across the baby’s bedroom and the living room, dishes crusted with day old food sitting in the sink, the bookshelf in his study covered in a fine layer of dust that tells you that this man spends so little time in his own house that it’s become something of a requiem to single fatherhood. 
“So, a nanny?” you ask.
He hems and haws over that for a bit. “Bit too fancy for my tastes, but that’s more like it. It won’t just be watching the baby—I need someone who can help out around the house as well. ‘Used to run a tight ship before him, but cleaning’s not been my highest priority these days. Sure you’ve picked up on that.” He says the last part wryly, lips curling up into a crooked grin under his mustache. 
“Well…” You trail off while glancing at the mess in the living room out of the corner of your eye, toys and blocks scattered over the playmat. Your own smile is sheepish. 
“I work odd hours, so I’ll be gone a lot; you’ll probably have a few late nights here, but I pay well. Think that’s something you can handle?”
A polite refusal sits on the tip of your tongue until you swallow it back, suddenly conscious again of the dwindling funds in your bank account. It’s not that you don’t think you could handle the job. You’ve babysat before (only preteens, you correct yourself internally, but surely there are some transferable skills there). And, eclipsing all of your arguments in favour of walking out the door right now, is the very salient and pressing need for an actual income. 
“You’re military, you said?” you croak out instead.
He nods, hums. “Bit of a glorified desk job these days. They don’t put the old timers out in the field. Still, keeps me busy.”
You frown at that. “You’re not that old.”
That gets him to cock an eyebrow. “Love, I’m over twice your age, easy. I’m plenty old for a first time father on top of that; should’ve already been an old hand at this, but I’ve been married to the job for too long.”
You don’t ask if the baby was an accident or how it came to be that he chose to raise the baby on his own rather than try to work something out with the mother or give him up altogether. It seems uncouth. Rude. It’s none of your business and, more to the point, hardly relevant to the job. It’s just your own insatiable need to pry and know every little detail raising its head to sniff the air. 
“Well, I think—” You chew on your words and then backtrack. “—I can handle the job. I live nearby, so I can be here whenever you need me. If you need references, I can—”
“No need,” he cuts you off, waving a hand in front of him. “I’m a good judge of character. If you wanna help put the baby to bed, we can talk salary and I’ll go over my schedule this week with you.”
The chair scrapes against the tile floor when he stands up, pushing it out from under him. Standing, he towers over you, a big, fit man despite his protests to the contrary. Hardly out of his prime. You’d put him at forty-five at the latest, and still a work horse of a man at that; broad like a draft horse, like he flips tires and runs marathons for fun. When you push out your chair and stand as well, you’re still forced to look up at him. 
“Sure can, Mister…—?” You realize with a slight start that you only remember his first name, though it hardly feels appropriate to call him by that given the fact that he’s about to become your boss. Already is your boss. 
“Price. But John works just fine,” he corrects, his smile warm, almost paternalistic. 
You ignore the flash of heat up your spine and the way your belly constricts when he reaches across the table to shake your hand. His big, calloused palm dwarfs yours, fingers easily overlapping. You might as well be shaking a mitt. 
“Well, thanks for the job, John,” you say with a smile of your own, ignoring the way yours strains at the end, anxiety already gnawing a hole through the lining of your stomach that your stomach acid will now most certainly leak through. “I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t, sweetheart.”
His words seem like a bellwether for something that you can’t yet articulate or even anticipate. Regardless, they make you swallow reflexively when you start salivating out of nowhere. You should probably quit on the spot actually, just out of principle alone, but again you remember the gut-churning sensation of checking your bank balance in the middle of the grocery store the other day before putting half of the contents of your cart back onto the shelf beside you. 
You follow him into the playroom instead, where a fuzzy headed infant gasps up at his daddy, blinking big lovestruck eyes up at him. Your own heart feels like a melted caramel in your chest when John picks his son up, eyes crinkling with affection. The baby is so tiny in his arms.
Any thought of being a good person evaporates from your mind. As if you ever had a chance. 
You don’t know how he found you. Through a friend of a friend of a friend’s dad’s coworker, maybe. Word of mouth. Watercooler conversation and a heaping cup of gossip.
“Did you hear the Captain’s looking for a babysitter?”
“For what? To bang?”
“No, dipshit. He knocked some broad up and she left him with the baby.”
“No kidding. The Captain?”
“Didn’t I just fuckin’ say that?”
“Price, you mean? Captain Price?”
“Are you fuckin’ deaf? Yeah—Price.”
“Christ. Godspeed to him. A baby. Goddamn.”
“Give it a rest, it happens all the time. That’s why you always wrap it up. Anyway, you know of anyone that’d be up for it?”
And then somehow, your name gets mentioned. Much to your relief. Job opportunities don’t knock on your door all that often, and when John finally gets around to telling you your hourly rate, you almost burst into hysterical giggles in front of him. It’s more than you expected. More than you deserve, if you’re being honest. You’re retroactively grateful that he didn’t ask you to name your rate because you wouldn’t have dared propose something anywhere close to what he offers.
It’s a straightforward gig. John doesn’t work the typical nine-to-five, so you show up at the times he made you write down on that first day in his living room after your interview and you leave whenever he comes home. The first week is fairly true to the schedule he laid out for you. He’s only late by around half an hour one evening, but that was another condition that he made you well aware of prior to giving you the job. 
You know better than to put up a fuss. You’re already learning on the job as it is; with your anxiety at a ten at all times, you appreciate the extra half hour to keep googling baby-specific information. What to do during tummy time. The benefits of baby massage. How to change a diaper. You’re learning all sorts of things these days.
To your credit, he could’ve done worse. The day after John hires you, you sign up for an intensive babysitting course over the weekend and read the online manual front to back. Your CPR certificate is still valid, but you book a refresher course as well just to be on the safe side. It’s a bit unbearable to watch the funds drain out of your account before you’ve even had a chance to earn your first paycheck, but it’s worth it for the burgeoning confidence that you bring on your first day.
Babies are fun to be around, you realize, much to your own delight. Babysitting—or rather, nannying, but John still introduces you to the neighbours as his babysitter, plus nannying requires a host of additional accreditations that you simply just do not have—might not have been a job that you ever expected yourself to like, but you find yourself kind of morose at the end of each day when you have to say goodbye to baby, and even going so far as to turn in early when you get home so you’ll be ready bright and early the next morning.
Babies also smell better than anything you’ve ever smelt in your life. You could huff the top of this little guy’s head morning, noon, and night. Milky and clean; it barely takes a few days to become addicted to the smell of his little head. When he’s cradled in your arms, you can’t help but press your nose to the top of his head and take a deep inhale, eyes fluttering shut. It’s some good shit. 
You keep a journal filled with notes to relay to John when he comes home at the end of the night and keep your phone close to you during babytime to film any important moments that John might’ve otherwise missed. 
“He started babbling today,” you tell John the second he walks through the door, the video already pulled up on your phone. You haven’t felt this excited in ages. “Look.” 
He’s still in his fatigues and everything, but he humours you and takes the baby when you pass him over, cooing and tickling his belly until the baby squeals and babbles again for him. 
“See?” you gush, mooning over him. You don’t have the presence of mind to be self-conscious in the moment. 
“Yeah,” John remarks, lifting his son up to blow a raspberry into his belly and grinning at his ensuing peals of laughter. “Ain’t that something.”
If the smile in his voice has anything to do with you, you don’t pick up on it.
On top of everything, John turns out to be a really good boss. Despite his gruff, intimidating exterior, he’s remarkably kind and patient with you. He doesn’t nag you for missing a spot when cleaning the bathroom. He doesn’t scold you the day your car breaks down and you’re forced to take the nearest bus to his place, tacking on an extra twenty minutes to your commute, even though that means that he’s invariably late for work. When you accidentally use scouring powder on the inside of his Le Creuset Dutch oven and scratch off the enamel, he gently talks you out of a sobbing fit, seemingly unbothered by the state of his scratched up crockery.
He shrugs when you bring it up. “It’s got a lifetime warranty anyway. I’ll bring it into the shop over the weekend. No use getting upset about it.”
Unflappable. That’s the word for it. It’s like as long as he’s able to come home to the baby and you in one piece, nothing else matters, and that sense of calm permeates the whole house; for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like you have to walk on eggshells around someone. 
Your only qualm—and it’s hardly even a qualm, to be honest, more of just an observation—is that John is more of a physical person than you are. 
When he wants to move you, he does—two big hands clamped around your waist and only a fraction of his strength to move you away from the stove so he can take over cooking while you check on the baby, your mouth hanging open, aghast. Fuming at his nerve. The gall of him to manhandle you. 
You don’t hold it against him though. You haven’t spent much time around groups of men, but you’ve seen military movies before and it seems like the status quo for men to grab and push each other around. If anything, he’s gentle with you. 
It’s just that—and again, John’s the first adult man you’ve spent any one-on-one time with, what with it just being the two of you and the baby in his house, so your frame of reference is microscopic—you’re not completely sure whether it’s appropriate for your boss to be so touchy. 
You don’t mean to insinuate that he’s being inappropriate. It’s just that—and again you have to catch yourself before you go making assertions about people because John is honestly such a nice man and he’s done nothing but treat you fairly and made you feel safe and welcome, but…—sometimes he insists on you staying over for dinner after he comes home from work and doesn’t take no for an answer.
You’re never in any rush to leave. There’s not exactly anything waiting for you in your dingy little apartment. So when he asks you to stay, you have no good reason to refuse. It’s nice to get a free meal as well. With the way John gives you unfettered access to the fridge and pantry, you hardly need to buy groceries at all these days. You feel a little guilty about that, but you know what it’s like to go hungry.
Maybe that’s why you stay for supper the first time he asks a couple weeks into you working for him. You’re subconsciously mortified that you’ll eat his food when he’s not gone but not when he offers it to you.
At least dinner feels like something you’ve been given rather than just taking, taking, taking. 
Not to mention you’ve developed something of a rapport. There’s always something to talk about with John: the baby, his work, a show you watched on TV after putting the baby down for a nap, the new big Tesco four blocks from your place, his late teens before joining the military (“back when you weren’t even a thought in your mum’s head,” he jokes, cutting into his steak and something in your brain pops and fritzes out like the static between radio stations). 
The first few suppers are sporadic and never long enough to make you feel like you’ve overstayed your welcome. In all honesty, they’re the few bright spots in an otherwise dull life. Outside of your job and the infrequent dinners, you’re estranged from your family and you’ve only got a few close friends in town that you see maybe once or twice a month. Nothing to write home about. Some Friday nights, the yoga studio near your flat has a five pound community class that you pop in for, but those are infrequent too. 
Then there’s the odd night where he shoos you into the living room to put on a movie while he cleans up after dinner. You stare absentmindedly at his forearms when he rolls up his sleeves and then jump when you find him staring at you expectantly over his shoulder.
“Go put something on,” John tells you, a warning look in his eye. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Sorry,” you whisper before slipping off into the living room.
You can’t relax on the couch while you wait. You flinch when he finally joins you, sitting down on the other side of the couch suddenly. You hadn’t even heard him coming; he’s light on his feet for such a big man. 
The buddy cop comedy you picked barely distracts you from the fact that your boss is sitting on the other side of the couch. You spend the whole two hour run time so nervous that you’re afraid you’ll buzz right out of your skin. 
For absolutely no reason, of course, because all John does is make light conversation with you throughout the movie. Conversation that you respond to in curt, choked whispers. When he walks you to the door after the movie, all you can focus on is how utterly embarrassed you are for being so weird.
Your dreams that night come frantic and heady. Humid under the blanket. The phantom feeling of a body heavier than yours weighing down one side of the couch and you sliding towards it gradually, unable to even cling onto the arm of the couch to keep from falling into his lap. 
Then hands on your belly, cupping and holding. Thick fingers with hairy knuckles. A warm, tobacco smell wafting under your nose, sweet like tonka bean and smoke. Nothing you can do to keep them from travelling down your stomach and thighs and spreading your legs wide, big hands curving around your inner thighs until—
You wake up panting, fingers pressed against your clit in your sleep. It takes nothing to bring yourself over the edge, dark blue eyes swimming on the precipice of your conscious mind. 
“Sleep well?” John asks you the next morning when you show up on his doorstep, handing you the baby before you’ve even said so much as a word. You hold the baby to your chest like a makeshift shield. Anything to put some distance between you and the man who has now taken to starring in your dreams. 
“Not bad,” you squeak. 
You flinch when he guides you in with a hand on your back and shuts the door behind you. Your cunt pulses when his fingers press firm against the small of your back, hand bigger than you remembered from your dream.
As if you were ever going to end up anywhere but here.
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oflgtfol · 10 months ago
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its been like two weeks since i fucked my back up and uhm there's been zero improvement in my back pain. starting to get concerned
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