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The Nanny (Part 2)

A/N: I can’t believe all the love and support I got on the first part. I know this part is kinda short but it’s mostly a filler and to get a few important things in. I love you all, and let me know what you thing. Also as I pasted this in, I realized it didn’t save the last 150ish words so the last but was written on my phone. Pardon any mistakes

Word Count: 866

Warnings: None

Part 1


“Hi, Princess! Were you good for Uncle Clint?” Bucky asked, holding the small girl in his arms, the three of you walking into the house.

While Bucky was distracted, you grabbed your phone and sent Nat a text letting her know that you wouldn’t be able to be picked up by four and you would let her know if you still needed a ride. Pocketing your phone, you looked around the house quickly before you heard your name being called.

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About a Girl [1]

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon: dad!au & CEO!au

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue 

Meet the new nanny.


You stared up from the slip of paper that you held in your hand, an address scribbled on it. This was it. This was the building that your newest employer resided in. You took a deep breath before pushing into the buildings revolving door. 

Upon entering you noticed a security guard at a desk a few feet away. Whoever had hired you sure lived in a nice place to warrant security in the building. The man gave you a slight smile, “Can I help you ma’am?”

You nodded, “Yes please. I’m here for Kim Namjoon. He lives in apartment 441.”

The man grabbed a clipboard, flipping through a couple pages. “Could you tell me your name?”

“Y/FN/LN.”

“Ah, yes. Miss Y/LN.” He put down the clipboard as his smile became a little more sincere. “You’re the new nanny to little miss Jangmi I hear. She’s a good girl, I can’t imagine she will give you much trouble. It’s her father you’ll wanna watch out for.”

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I have decided, quite simply, that the really weird customers are drawn to me and this is why I get all the worst reviews. This one is not a review, but it is one of the events that made me just go… ‘what?’

A woman came up to me and started speaking in a low voice. 

“There’s a man in a brown leather jacket and a baseball hat. He’s creeping me out. He walked by me, looked at me once, and then gave me the finger.”

O…kay…

So I tell my boss and we get a couple people to follow this guy and his friend, who are just now coming out of the t-shirt section. We don’t see them do anything weird. I’m called up to the register and the woman that came up to me starts talking about it again, her two kids sitting in the cart- pointing the men out and reiterating what she’d told me before. 

The two men are on their way up, they don’t buy anything. They get into their van. They’re not really as clean-cut as our usual patrons, but landscaping/construction people come through our store sometimes because if they need high-visibility attire we have flourescent yellow shirts that work in a pinch. I kind of just assumed they left because we didn’t have them in their size. 

The woman’s nanny comes up and starts asking questions.

“They left.” “Where did they go?” “They got in a van.” “They got in a VAN?!”

Like… at this point I’m like 90% certain that things did not happen the way she thinks they happened. Like… she’s making a big deal about it. I call my manager up to talk to her and she gets to tell her story again. I hear-

“What are two grown men doing in a CRAFT STORE?”

…. crafts don’t know age or gender, lady. 

Manager gets her to believe that they were probably stealing something and she caught them in the act and that’s why they were acting so weird. Tells her not to call the cops because we’ll file a report. 

Well…

… she called the cops anyway. We get a call from her saying that they told her that they couldn’t do anything because they didn’t steal anything and nothing… really… happened. So she begs my boss to look at the footage to send to the cops and my boss tells her that she will. 

Boss looks at the footage. 

Here. Is what. Happened.

She had her kids kind of playing around her cart and having a good time. These two guys walk by, the one in the jacket glances at her. The woman freezes, gathers up her kids and orders them to get in the cart, stares the man down. 

Yeah, I would have flipped her the bird, too. 

She then starts keeping an eye on him, staring him down whenever she sees him like he’s going to do something. She’s pointing at him to her nanny. 

All but following him around the store. 

Because he was a grown man in a craft store. Christ, lady- not every working dude with a beard is looking to abduct your children. 

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 RebelCaptain AU || Two Weeks Notice 

Based on the movie, but a role reversal, where Jyn is a spoiled but good-natured business heiress and Cassian is an activist lawyer who she hires as her company’s chief counsel after revealing how sharp and strategic he can be. He reluctantly agrees to it and proves efficient at the job. But outside the job, Jyn relies a lot on Cassian for personal aspects of her messy life. 

A year passes by and Cassian feels more like her nanny rather than her lawyer. Eventually, he puts in his resignation when he realizes their relationship is crossing professional boundaries. But this act makes both of them start to reevaluate their actual feelings for the other…and if there’s a possibility for a future.

The Nanny Part 3

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient. This part is pretty much getting to know Bucky a bit more and see into how they are going to work together. Shout out to @whothehellisbella for some helps

Warnings: none

Word count: 1572 words

Part 1 Part 2


Laughing Bucky shook his head before walking over to the two of you and taking Emily into his arms. “Of course she can.” He said, glancing over at you and threw you a subtle wink.

Smiling to yourself you look up to see the man, who you assumed was Clint and gave him a small wave.

He smiled back at you before looking at his phone and looked back at the three of you. “Well I would love to stay at chat but I gotta go to work. See you guys later.” He said giving you all a small wave before he ran out the door.

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This Is What I Do

It had been a rough handful of weeks. The news of the death of a sister he never knew hit him harder than it should’ve. Maybe it was because he wished he had known her, or maybe it was because of the baby she’d left behind. A baby that was left to Will’s care after realizing there was no one else to watch her.

He could have said no. He could have given her to an adoption agency. But that “could have” wasn’t really a possibility. Not with his heart. Not with the bright blue eyes and curly black hair adorning her face as she looked at him in confusion. Of course Will wouldn’t leave the child to the system. Of course he’d take her and give her a better chance at life.

It meant he had to get baby formula and diapers and toys and he had to babyproof his apartment, all of which he’d only done about two things. For the time being, he had to get back to work… along with the child in a car seat.

He hadn’t found a nanny yet, and after talking with his boss, the company allowed him to go to work with the baby as long as he was able to keep up.

When he walked into his office though, he stopped short at the sight of someone else in his chair. “Uh, who the hell are you?” he questioned.

Dark brown eyes flitted up, one eyebrow arched in question. “Who the hell are you?” the guy retaliated.

Will frowned and put the car seat on a table before turning to the guy who was looking at the car seat in utter confusion. “I’m who the hell’s office this is. Why are you in my chair?”

The guy sat back and scoffed, crossing his arms. “I’m the guy who’s been doing your job. Nico di Angelo.” He held out a hand and Will stared at it suspiciously. Eventually, Nico put his hand down and tilted his head as he looked at Will. “Question; why is there a child on the table?”

“Long story, don’t worry about it. Can you get out of my chair now, so I can do my job?”

Nico scoffed and stood. “Sure thing. If you know what you’re doing.” Will scowled and sat down. As he looked at the computer screen and the paperwork in front of him, he realized he was completely out of the loop and horribly confused. Nico sat on the edge of the desk and leaned forward with a cocky smirk. “Need help?”

The tone of his voice, along with his attitude made Will angrier and added to his pride. “No. Get off my desk.” Nico laughed and slid off, sitting in the chair as he waited patiently. Will could feel his face heating up with embarrassment of being watched and not knowing what to do with his own work.

Finally, he looked at Nico and let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay. Explain. What the hell is this?”

Nico smiled and went around the desk, explaining the paperwork and the presentation that had to be given the next day. “Look, I can do the presentation, you have the kid and you just got back,” Nico said after a half hour of Will trying to catch up with the statistics. “I know the information, so-”

“No!” Will snapped. He put a hand to his temple and shook his head. “No. This is my job. I can do this. Just give me the information, and I can do the presentation myself.”

Nico sighed and shrugged, continuing to walk Will through the data. A few minutes later, a sharp cry broke them both away from the computer. “Your child is making noises,” Nico noted. Will sighed in exasperation and glared at him before going to pick the baby up. He shushed her and fished in the diaper bag for her bottle. “What’s its name?”

Her name is Lily,” he answered. “Keep talking, I’ve got this.” He motioned for Nico to keep talking as he prepared the bottle and fed the baby. Nico continued to give him notes and pointers.

Half an hour later, their boss came in and asked if they were ready for the presentation because it was being rescheduled to that afternoon. “What?” they asked at the same time. Will shook his head. “No, I can’t present it today, I have to get Lily home so I can get more things for her-”

“Well, Nico can do it,” she said. “He’s been here for a while, he’s already presented before. It’s fine.”

Will clenched his jaw as he looked down, feeling defeated. She walked out and Will took a breath before looking at Nico. “Well, you win. Let me know how it goes. I have to go.”

He started packing the diaper bag and gathering his things when Nico’s voice stopped him. “You do it.” Will looked back at him in confusion. “You’ve been working really hard for the last few hours, pacing back and forth with a baby in your arms to get the information memorized. You do the presentation.”

“I doubt they’ll let me in with Lily in the car seat.”

“I’ll watch her. She’s fed, she’s quiet, she’s back in the car seat. I can handle a baby for an hour. But you should do the presentation.” He looked at Will with sincere eyes, his jaw set as though he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Go,” he said again.

Will bit his lip and grabbed the paperwork. “Thank you,” he said softly. Nico nodded and turned to the baby, his expression melting into a playful smile.

An hour later, after a successful presentation, he went back to his office to find Nico with Lily in his lap while she reached out and touched his face. He kept making silly expressions while she explored his features, widening his eyes, letting out a trill with his lips, or expanding his cheeks.

Fighting a smile, Will knocked on the office door, making Nico jump and blush slightly. “Oh, hey. She’s a quiet baby,” he chuckled. “She has your eyes.”

“She’s my niece. Half-niece,” he answered. Nico raised an eyebrow, but Will shook his head. “Thank you for watching her. I’ll have a nanny by Monday. Have a good weekend, Nico.”

***

That Monday, when Will got to his office, he saw several shopping bags in one corner. They were from baby clothes stores and toy stores. As Will looked through them, he saw several outfits, booties, bibs, diapers, formula, soft toys, and stuffed animals. He stared at them for a moment before he heard footsteps behind him.

“Morning,” Nico said. He turned and saw him drinking a coffee, relaxed and unfazed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I got some stuff for Lily. I heard you saying you had to buy her things, and I assumed she’s small enough that she’d need this stuff.” He waved a hand in the direction of the bags. “There’s a little stuffed monkey in there somewhere that I think she’d really like.”

“Wh-Why?” he asked. He cleared his throat and shook his head. “I mean, why did you get all of this stuff? You didn’t need to.”

Nico furrowed his eyebrows and smiled. “I guess I’m weak for babies,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, have you seen those big blue eyes?” He took another sip from his coffee and walked away, leaving Will confused.

He sat down and began to sift through all of the items, smiling as he saw the cute little outfits. He couldn’t imagine his coworker looking through baby clothes and choosing things out. He was so reserved and serious, despite the cockiness. Will wouldn’t have thought he had a soft side for anything.

Later, while he was inputting some data into the computer, Nico came back and had a few more files for him. He sat and helped him sort through the information, making snide comments and sarcastic remarks now and then which quickly wore out Will’s positive view of him.

Before his gratitude was completely wiped out, Will decided to thank him for watching Lily and for the items he’d bought. Another coworker came in looking for a document in one of Will’s drawers, and while he looked, Will turned to Nico. “I wanted to thank you for watching Lily for the presentation. And for the things you bought. I know I was pretty rude when I first got back, but there… was… a lot of….” He frowned and trailed off as he noticed Nico tilting his head to look at the coworker who was leaning down to check another drawer.

Will furrowed his eyebrows as Nico’s attention was elsewhere, and when his coworker stood back up, he turned to Will and smiled. “Got it. Thanks.” As he walked out, Will noticed Nico smirking after him.

“Wow, okay obviously Percy’s ass had something more important to say than me, so never mind,” he snapped. Nico blinked and looked back at him.

“What? No. Asses don’t speak. But man, was his calling to me,” he joked. Will clenched his jaw and shook his head.

“Right, okay. So we’re done here, thanks for the help, you can go do whatever else you do in this building.” He waved a hand dismissing him and Nico furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head.

“Wait a second, why are you upset?” Will looked at him and scoffed. As if. “Is it because I was checking out a guy? Because that’s discrimination.”

Will rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t care if you’re gay or bi or pan or whatever. I’m frustrated because I was trying to apologize for having jumped to conclusions, and then you went and proved my first impression right. You’re rude and pompous and totally unprofessional-”

“And you’re totally jealous,” he interrupted with a smirk. Will stared at him, mouth open mid-sentence. “Right?”

“No,” he said with absolute certainty. “Trust me, I wouldn’t want you trying to check my ass out. You just need to be more professional.”

“You mean like you when you were calling me rude and pompous and-”

“Okay! Okay. Look, from now on, strictly professional. I won’t insult you, you don’t flirt with coworkers in my office.”

“You can’t stop me,” he said with a teasing smile, leaning forward over the desk. “You can’t fire me even if I do things you don’t like.” All of Will’s dislike came crawling back up in angry heat to his neck and he took a deep steadying breath.

The sad part, he was right. Will couldn’t do anything. “Right. Well, you are my coworker. So I suppose all I can do is be painfully polite.” He gave him a tense smile, but Nico seemed unfazed, looking at him arrogantly.

For the rest of the day, Will tried to interact with Nico as little as possible while Nico seemed to try and interact with him as much as possible. Sometimes it even seemed like he was blatantly flirting to piss Will off, but he didn’t seem to care. It was always subtle enough that Will didn’t want to call him out on it for fear of reading into things, but also obvious enough to where the comments made Will blush.

By the end of the day, one of Will’s friends, Paolo, stopped by his work. “Solace, you ready for your birthday dinner?” he asked, leaning against the door.

“Yeah, I’m definitely ready to go,” he said, feeling relieved. “Nico, please leave any other files on my desk, I’ll get to them in the morning.”

“Who’s Nico?” Paolo questioned.

“That would be me,” Nico answered behind him. He went into the office and looked at Will with large dark eyes. “Leaving already?” he asked innocently.

Will clenched his jaw and nodded. “Paolo, this is my coworker, Nico. Absolute ray of sunshine, just about my best friend.”

“Oh, really? Well, are you going to come to his birthday party tonight?” Paolo asked.

Will’s eyes widened and he interceded immediately. “Oh, no, Nico has stuff to do, it’s fine. Come on, you ready?”

“I can cancel,” Nico said. “I didn’t know it was your birthday.”

“Awesome,” Paolo said. “Here’s the address.” He grabbed a paper and wrote it down for him. “Come on, Will.”

With absolute dread, Will took the things Nico had bought for Lily and left with Paolo. “Why did you invite him?” he said tiredly.

“What? I thought you said he was just about your best friend!”

“That entire sentence was filled with sarcasm. How could you not tell?” he asked. Paolo grimaced and Will waved a dismissive hand. With Nico’s attitude and the tension and dislike between them, it was probable that he wouldn’t even go. He only said he would to push more of Will’s buttons.

***

Throughout the entire party, Will kept glancing anxiously at the door any time it opened. He kept dreading having to see Nico in his house and it was honestly the last thing he wanted on his birthday.

“You know, despite how much you say you don’t like him, you’re acting like a teenager waiting on a crush,” Paolo noted.

Will shook his head. “No, that’s not it. He’s frustrating. He makes work hell and he does it on purpose. Flirting and making a joke out of everything, he’s arrogant and just horrible to work with.”

“Flirting?” Paolo questioned. “Okay… have you ever considered that maybe he actually likes you and therefore finds excuses to bug you?”

“He’s known me for all of two days, Paolo. I highly doubt that’s what’s happening.”

Paolo shrugged and gestured to his room where Lily was sleeping. “He did buy a shitload of things for a kid that’s not even his.”

“He likes babies! He had to take care of Lily for an hour and he said something about her eyes, I don’t know. Liking Lily doesn’t mean liking me. Besides this isn’t elementary school.”

Again, Paolo shrugged and held up his beer. “If you say so.” He turned away and backtracked. “Also, you and Lily have the same eyes, so….” He smirked and walked away, leaving Will dumbfounded for a second.

A couple hours later, his guests were leaving, much to Will’s relief. It was a Monday and he wanted to go to bed before Lily woke him at three in the morning. Paolo offered to clean up while he got ready for bed.

“Actually, I’m going to step outside for a moment. Let me know if Lily wakes up.” Paolo nodded and Will went out to his porch, sitting on a bench. His thoughts wandered to the sister he didn’t know and the life he missed out on.

Did she need someone when she was pregnant? Was she scared? Was she funny? Did she want to be a mom? Did she know about Will? He had so many questions and no answers. Not only that, but he was a father now. He was in his mid-twenties, not dating, and a father. He had no idea how to do these things. He never thought he’d have to.

Someone cleared their throat, pulling him away from his thoughts, and he was surprised to see Nico on his porch. “Hey,” he said in surprise.

“Party over already?” he asked.

“Um… yeah, sort of.” Nico nodded and stepped closer. “It’s a Monday. I’ve got a kid. I don’t get to party like most twenty year-olds.”

Nico chuckled and nodded. “I guess that makes sense.” He lifted a gift bag and offered it to him. “I got you a gift.”

“What? Why?”

Nico chuckled and looked at the bag. “Okay, so usually when it’s someone’s birthday and there’s a party, people bring presents to celebrate-”

“No, I- I know how birthdays work,” he said exasperatedly. “I just… why are you getting me a gift?”

Nico shrugged and kicked at the ground. “I guess it’s also sort of an apology for being such a jerk to you. Here, open it.”

Will took the bag and opened it, pulling out a new, name-brand leather jacket. His eyebrows went up and he chuckled nervously. “This is… really nice, wow.”

Nico smiled and gestured for him to stand. “Come on, try it on.” He took the jacket and held it out for Will to slide his arms into. “Perfect fit. Leather looks good on you.”

Will smiled and looked down at himself, enjoying the feeling of the cool leather and the scent of a new jacket. “See, you can be nice,” he said, looking at Nico with a smile. “Thank you.” Nico smiled and nodded. “You know, Paolo was telling me he thought you were such a jerk because you have… feelings for me? Like we’re in grade school or something.”

Nico chuckled and furrowed his eyebrows. “I mean, would that bother you?”

The comment took him by surprise and he stammered for a second. “I mean… we work together. No, it… I just….” He took a breath and shook his head. “We work together. Nothing to do with you being a guy….”

He hummed in response, with his signature cocky smile. “Right. Well… I do have feelings for you.”

It felt like the ground had been ripped up from under him. He stared at Nico with wide eyes and blushing cheeks. “Y-You do?” he questioned.

Nico nodded. “I feel that you are annoying and controlling.”

And just like that, the world was righted. He frowned and scoffed in frustration. “See, why do you have to do that? Just as I’m changing my mind about you, you go and-”

Suddenly, Nico’s hand gripped his jacket and he pulled him into a kiss, his other hand cupping his face. Will felt his breaths stop and his mind began to race until it was a jumble of incoherent thoughts. Nico pulled away, and Will opened his eyes slowly, breathing heavily as he looked at him.

“Do that,” he whispered softly. Then he wrapped his arms around Nico, pulling him into another kiss which Nico immediately returned with more fervor than before. Will stumbled forward, pushing Nico back into the pillar of his porch as he kissed him. His hands slid into his hair, his teeth grazed his lip, and as Nico pulled him closer, he couldn’t help the dizziness he felt.

Finally he pulled away and stared at Nico with wide confused eyes, flushed cheeks, and tingling lips. Nico smiled and rubbed his thumb across his cheek. “Come on Freckles, don’t look so horrified,” he murmured.

“I’m not,” he answered softly.

His frustrating coworker hummed and tugged lightly on his hair. “Those big blue eyes make me absolutely weak.” Will laughed nervously and Nico pulled him into another kiss. “Happy birthday, Freckles.”

Sophie Parson wasn’t destined to grow up into an athlete. Of her siblings, only one other played sports at a pro level. But for a child with athletic leanings, hers was the perfect household; the demands and habits of her vocation were fed to her with her formula. Literally.  She grew up demanding sips of her parents’ shakes, even though to her they all tasted uniformly gross.

Workouts were so ingrained in her household’s routine that she was an adult before she realized that her nanny, an ex-Marine, demanded sets of pushups out of her at random intervals because she had too much energy, not because she actually cared about a six-year-old’s muscle tone.

Sophie measured her growth, how “big” she was getting, by which of the adults in her life were no longer able to bench-press her or let her hang off their flexed biceps. She never tired of trying.

She didn’t give up afternoon naps as she grew, but made them a sacred touchstone of her day. When she was four, her daddy went back to playing hockey, and crawling in with him during his pregame nap felt like she was somehow involved in the resulting victory. Her childhood touchstone for safe and warm and cared about was the rare times P’pa joined the nap, and she crawled over him to lie between them and PawPaw covered her with the quilt.

“Naps are for babies,” a first grade classmate said quellingly, when she asked why there wasn’t one anymore.

“No,” Sophie said, stung. “They’re for people who got something really important to do after.”

Her first summer home from college she found her dad drowsing on the couch, and grabbed a blanket and joined him.

“What’s this?” he asked, bemused, then made a little “oof” noise when she landed an elbow in his chest.

“Sorry. Afternoon nap.” She rested her head on his chest, feet hanging off the end of the couch.  He had to reach down and flap the blanket to make it actually cover their legs.

“I taught you well,” he said, smoothing her hair down, and she closed her eyes and slept.

About a Girl [6]

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue

One step forward, two steps back.

Caution: smut ahead.


“Please don’t go.”

As you were about to say no, you made the mistake at looking him in his eyes. You lost the ability to say no. You felt drawn to him. It was unexplainable. But that’s how you found yourself straddling his lap and your lips locked in a heated kiss. Adrenaline began to pump through your veins and cloud your judgement. 

You clutched the sides of his face to deepen the kiss. He grunted as you began to grind your hips against his. You could feel his hands grip your waist, essentially digging his nails into your flesh. Without any warning you were in the air. Mr. Kim’s hands holding your ass as you wrapped your legs around his hips. The kiss never broke as he walked you towards his bedroom down the hall.

Once in the bedroom Mr. Kim kicked the bedroom door shut. He hurriedly made his way to the bed, dropping you onto the mattress once his legs hit the side of the mattress. You stared up at him, a cocky smirk gracing his lips. His hands went to the top of his shirt to begin unbuttoning it. You bit your lip in anticipation as you watched him. 

He had made it about halfway down his shirt when he sensed your growing impatience. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips before pulled you up to your feet. He changed positions with you by sitting on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and exposing his well toned chest. You wanted nothing more than to jump on him and have your way. 

“Strip for me,” he purred. 

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One, two, three

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary/Prompt: The first time you meet him, he’s fun. The second time, he’s amazing. The third time you realize he’s the most dangerous man in the universe. A chronology of a story that was never meant to be but that happened anyway.

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

A/N: I want to thank my baby for giving me a prompt to work on. This is over 5.6k words so bear it with me, would you? Feedback is love, feedback is life.


Originally posted by loveironman

The first time you meet him, he’s fun. 1988.

First days of school were always terrible for you, not to mention that this one in particular seemed a lot harder than the usual first days. Further studies were always a dream you had, and everyone in your family hoped you’d get into a good school; even though your field of choice was not their favorite option, it was better than nothing. Engineering was your passion and even though you once loved dolls, make up and all those things parents feed they baby girls, they were not enough to take your heart away from your true passion, and the MIT was the place where your wildest dreams would come true. All of them.

You got inside the classroom, and you’d lie if you said you were surprised to see how many men were around you. And being the only woman in the room was even less surprising, but you were not standing small. You searched on the list hanging from the door to see if there was any other fellow female, but nope. You were the only one, and you were focused on being the best, not even Tony Stark could beat you. Wait—Tony Stark? Oh shit, this was gonna be fun.

You sat in the last row of the auditorium, near the stairs, and funny enough, you found a slouched body next to you. It never spoke a word and as you still had a few minutes before the professor arrived, you took out your notebook and started to sketch some doodles on the first page. Apparently, it caught the stranger’s attention, because he tried to start a small conversation.

“That’s cute, you should be in art class.”

“And apparently you need someone who cares about your opinion.” You shot back, not looking at him.

He giggled almost in amusement. “I’m Tony—Tony Stark. Nice to meet you”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you nodded calmly, “nice to meet you too.” You replied, trying to be cool about him.

He awkwardly thanked you for not freaking out, and you spoke for about most of the class; well, except when the professor called out on both of you. He was fun, charming and what was most important to you, he was very smart. But not the kind of book smart. He was someone with a great sense of humor and he was a great story teller. Even though you didn’t hear a thing about the class, you did learn a thing or two about the millionaire guy sitting next to you. He was not as spoiled as you thought he was, and you realized that you were prejudging him for his last name, a thing that probably he had been through a hundred times.

“You know…” you murmured, “I thought you were a brat, but you’re actually really nice.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Maybe because you look like an ass? Just… try to smile and you’ll see how people change towards you.”

“So… may I borrow your notes?” Tony asked innocently, looking at your filled page. Even though you had not paid much attention to the professor, you still picked up some great details.

“Fuck you.”

With time, and as you saw in each other great study partners, you became fonder of his presence. He was so incredibly rich that he had a place on his own and even a maid, whom was very nice and always tried to slip out her preference for you and what great good you had done to Tony. You only laughed at it because Tony wasn’t really bad, he just needed to come down from his cloud.

You stayed there long, sleepless nights that were filled by tired groans, feelings of defeat and non-stopping cups of coffee. Tony Stark, the richest kid of your class, had seen you in your worst moments and you couldn’t care less. Even her maid –he called her his nanny—Margarita, seemed to be very fond of you and always had something delicious when you were going home. Sometimes, when Tony headed to your place, he brought some kind of edible gift, courtesy of Margarita, of course.

As months started to go by, it wasn’t a rare thing when everyone said you looked great together, but your reaction was to wrinkle your nose in disgust. You never thought about Tony in that way, but you did think about how sex would be with him. He surely was one of those rick kids that fucked everything with a vagina, and for some reason, he was just naturally good at it. A few weeks went by before you could put the idea into words, and so you broke the news to him one day.

“Stark, do you consider me your friend?” You asked. It had been a long day of studying and you both had given up on reading anything else. You were at his place, lying on his bed next to him. Even though Margarita was still around, she was very discrete and never asked personal things unless she felt completely entitled to; she knew things, she was like a bruja, but you appreciated her a lot anyway. Tony hummed and nodded in response. “Have you ever thought about me as something else?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I mean, we spend a lot of time together but you’ve never given me that hint.”

“So you have?” You asked again.

“Yeah? I don’t know.” He shook his head in confusion. “You’re great, and I do consider you my friend… but you’re just too good to be with a guy like me. I’m a fucking mess.” He giggled.

“Agreed,” you chuckled, “but… what if I told you… that we could have sex just for fun?”

“Would our friendship be ruined?” He looked at you with a skeptical eyebrow raised. You shook your head. “Just sex?” You nodded. “What if one of us start to feel something?”

“We’ll be as honest as we have always been.” You assured him.

You didn’t do it immediately; in fact, you two were just too exhausted to even think about having sex, so you just hummed in agreement. But, after a night of studying and cuddling –and a bit of drinking—you two were at your place for a change, and things started to get all heated up real soon. In just a few minutes Tony was devouring you whole. Well, it was not that good; you had way higher expectations, but he was not so bad either.

“Good night, Tony.” You lazily said and wrapped yourself with the blankets.

“Good night, gorgeous.” He replied, nuzzling at your neck and giving you a quick kiss on your hot skin.

You fell asleep in his arms and had the best night of sleep in a very long time.

The next morning, he was not there anymore; he was nowhere to be found. The next few days he ignored you and pretended like nothing ever happened, not even your friendship. The last time you saw Tony Stark, was when he held a blonde in his arms at one of the faculty parties. You tried to play it cool, like you didn’t care, but you did care. You cared a lot. It took you a while to understand what he had done.

He used you.

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Imagine being Loki’s wife and ruling Asgard by his side. He is a cruel king, your people are suffering but he doesn’t care, only wanting power. You, on the other hand, always seem gentle and kind, helping everyone who needs it without wanting nothing in return and no one can understand how you can stay with a monster like him, because you are the exact opposite. At the end, Thor, who was exiled, manages to return and fights Loki, killing him at the end. He wants to kill you too, because you were his wife so he thinks you’re evil like him, but his people tell him how much kind and generous you are, that you were a pure soul and don’t deserve to die. He accepts that and, seeing that you really try to conquer his trust, by helping him, agreeing with him about Loki’s madness and even defending him against his opposers, finally understands that you aren’t a danger. When his daughter is born, you become her nanny and spend a lot of time with the royal family. Everyone seems happy, except for one little thing: all you gentleness, all your kind actions during Loki’s reign were completely fake, only done because you didn’t want people to rebel against you and your husband… in fact, you are even more cruel than him and now, with Thor and his daughter in your hands, you are determined to seek your revenge.

Imagine Chris helping you take care of your little sister.

A/N: I know it’s been a while, I’ve been suffering from good old writer’s block. Anyway, here’s a piece. I think there may be a part 2 to this, but don’t quote me. We’ll see how the response for this one is. X

Your little sister, Olive, watched cartoons in your living room with your boyfriend, Chris, while you stood in your kitchen on the phone with your mom. The two of you were in the argument of your life thanks to the actions of the youngest member in your family. Your eight year old sister had managed to ditch school after her nanny dropped her off, and somehow found her way to your apartment which was two hours away. As upset as the two of you were at her, you couldn’t help but be amazed by her; she’d only ever been to your apartment with the company of another adult, how she remembered the directions and the address was beyond you.

“Do you think you can watch Olive for a few hours?” Your mom asked and you sighed. “I know you’ve got a big meeting later, but I’ve got a client coming in in about fifteen minutes and your dad’s still operating. I’d send Zoe, but she’s clearly fired after today.” You tried to get a word in but she interrupted, “it’s just a few hours, Y/N.”

“Mom, I can’t risk missing today’s meeting,” you argued. “It’s down to me and-”

“I know, sweetheart,” she said then sighed, “look. I promise I’ll be there before you have to go, I just have to take this client and I’ll cancel the rest of my day. Just give me a few hours,” she told you and you sighed again. “It’s too bad Chris is in Houston, otherwise he could help babysit Olive. He lives for that stuff,” she chuckled softly and you did the same; that was true, he loved her.

“Actually-” you began then winced when you remembered both of you had wanted to keep his return a secret. He had come back a week early to surprise you and he had told no one so he could spend the week with you with no interruptions, but desperate times. “Chris got back early to surprise me, his plane landed at like four in the morning.”

“Great, do you-”

“Mom,” you frowned, “did you not hear what I just said? His plane landed at like four in the morning, he’s exhausted and he needs some sleep. Just-” you ran a hand through your hair; your stress levels were starting to build up. “Finish-” Chris snatched your phone out of your hand before you could say anymore.

“Hi Mom,” Chris greeted your mom, smiling at you even though you were frowning at him. “Thank you, it’s really good to be home. Can’t say I miss your daughter’s angry face though,” he poked your side and your lips quirked slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to watch Olive. No, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to take a nap with me,” he joked then chuckled at something your mom said. “Sure, we’ll talk to you later.” With a smile, he hung up.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you told him as he put the phone down on the kitchen counter. “I know you’re exhausted.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “She’s not your responsibility, Chris. She’s my sister and-” He cut you off with a quick peck on your lips.

“She’s going to be my sister when I marry you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours; you smiled at the thought of him proposing after being together for four years. “Relax, okay? I know I said I was going to sleep while you were at your meeting, but I can sleep when I’m dead.” You chuckled at that. “C'mon,” he took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the living room. “She thinks you’re mad at her and I know you’re not, so go tell her that.”

Olive was still sitting on the couch with her eyes glue to the television, but you could tell from the guilty look on her face that she hadn’t been watching Tom&Jerry. You and Chris stood in the archway and watched her; you were yet to decide if you were upset with her. It didn’t take you long to decide because this was your baby sister, no matter what she did or said- there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t have a soft spot for her.

“Are you mad at me?” Olive sheepishly asked, looking over at you. You sighed with a small smile as you made your way over to her. “I’m really sorry, Sissy. I know you had a big meeting today, I just didn’t-” You knelt down in front of her as her pretty brown eyes welled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she started to cry.

“Don’t be, sweet pea.” You took her small hands in yours. “It’s only a meeting, okay?” You lied to her, “I can always reschedule.” You pulled one hand away and lifted her chin with your index finger. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s not important, it’s just a meeting. You’re okay,” you brushed her tears away with your hand.

“But Mom and Dad both said that it’s important,” she sniffled. “They said it’s about big movie deal and that if you miss it, you’re going to lose the job and get into big trouble with your agent. I knew that and I still came, I’m so sorry. I’m going to ruin your career,” she wept and your heart ached.

“She’s not going to miss her meeting, bug.” Chris walked over and sat down next to Olive, wrapping a comforting arm around her small frame. “Don’t worry, she’s going to go to her meeting and you’re going to hang out with me. It’s okay,” he gently rubbed her arm. “Hey,” he said and she looked up at him, sniffling. “Your sister’s career is not that easy to ruin, she’s dating a dumb dork and she’s still one of the highest ranking actresses in Hollywood.” He joked, drawing soft giggles from Olive, and a chuckle from you. “There’s that smile,” he poked her cheek and her giggles became louder.

“Why don’t you tell us why you ditched school?” You asked and saw her facials contorted with angst. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, Olive.” You told her when she looked hesitant to tell you and Chris; she glanced between the both of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“You’re friends with Captain America for a reason, bug.” Chris whispered in her ear and she managed a small smile. “Whatever it is, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you. Just tell us what happened,” he gently urged.

Her head dropped and she whispered softly, “everybody thinks I’m weird.” She looked up and continued, “they all think it’s impossible that I’m your sister. Nobody believes me when I tell them, they say that we are nothing alike and that I’m lying when I say I know you and Chris. But I’m not lying, Sissy.” She lowered her gaze and mumbled to herself, “I’m not lying.”

“I know you’re not,” you chuckled softly, lifting her chin so you could meet her gaze. “How can it be a lie when we’re right in front of you?” She smiled when you booped her nose. “Baby, people are going to say what they’re going to say. You can’t stop that, but you can stop letting it affect you. It doesn’t matter what they think because you are my sister and you do know us.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “You’re the one that gets to come to our premieres, you’re the one that gets to hang out on our sets, you’re the one I carry on my shoulders at football games and have tickle fights with.” He reminded her, playfully tickling her sides and making her laugh. “Not your school mates,” he told her, smiling. “So who cares what they think? They’re just jealous they don’t have the same opportunities you do. Just keep your head up, play it cool, and it’ll blow over soon.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “And if it doesn’t, I think Captain America and I can drop by and pick you up after school one day.” You suggested and she looked between the two of you with a wide grin. “Can’t we, Cap?” You winked at him and he winked back, nodding. “That’ll show them, won’t it?” You asked Olive and she nodded excitedly. “But you have to promise me something if you want that to happen.”

“Anything,” she nodded.

“Don’t ever do something like this again,” you told her with slightly narrowed eyes and she lowered her gaze sheepishly. “What if something happened to you on your way here, Olive? You’re eight years old, someone could’ve just grabbed you off the street.” You scolded. “This was a very stupid thing to do, you know that right?”

“I know, but-” she looked up, trying to argue but was cut off by your glare; Chris pressed his lips together, suppressing his smile because it seemed like that glare of yours worked on anyone. “I know,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze once more. “I won’t do it again, Sissy.”

“Good,” you softened your facials. “To be honest, I’m more impressed than upset. How on earth did you find your way here by yourself?” You asked as you rose to your feet; your eyes narrowed when you saw your boyfriend and your sister share a knowing smile. “Is that why your bagel run took so long, because you drove two hours to pick her up?”

“No, it took so long because the line was ridiculously long,” he stuck with his story and you shot him a weary look. “And I had to wait for Scott to drop her off,” he added then pressed his lips together. “What?” He chuckled when you scoffed. “She texted me and told me she didn’t want to go to school, I mean- have you ever seen me say no to you Y/L/N ladies? Scott was in that area so I asked if he could pick her up and drop her off.”

“How did you know Chris was coming back?” You asked Olive.

“Because he told me he was coming home early to surprise you,” she giggled. “He’s also-”

“Uh uh,” Chris cut her off, laughing, his hand over her mouth. “You’ve said too much already.”

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Chris smiled. “You should go get ready for your meeting, don’t you also have some emails and whatnots to attend to?” He quizzed and you nodded, narrowing your eyes at his odd behavior. “Go on,” he beckoned his head towards your home office. “We’ll be fine, we’re just going to watch some Tom&Jerry. Right, Olive?” He asked her and she nodded, noising agreement into his hand.

“Whatever,” you chuckled softly and made your way into the home office.

In the living room, Chris and Olive discussed out of your earshot. “She has no clue you’re going to propose, does she?” Olive asked her soon-to-be brother-in-law, giggling. “I am so excited!” She squealed, hopping off the couch. “When are you going to do it? Can I see the ring? Please, Chris? Can I see it?” She jumped up and down; Chris laughed and rose to his feet, picking her up with one arm and spinning her.

“How about you quiet down before you ruin the surprise?”


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A Happy Ending

Nursey Week Day 6: Dreamer

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         Nursey sits on the floor of the living room, playing with Legos and trying to build the coolest castle there ever was. He considers two Legos thoughtfully, deciding eventually on a pink door over a green one.

         The castle, Nursey decides, belongs to a King and a Queen. They have a son, the Prince. The King and Queen work a lot, as kings and queens usually do, which leaves the Prince to his own devices much of the time. He wanders about the cool castle excitedly, ready to find a new secret passageway or a painting willing to have a conversation (because, in the cool castle, paintings can talk).

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North Of 96th Street (Usnavi x Reader)

Summary: A girl, a modern New York princess more like, move to the Heights. She’s trying to keep her nannies legacy alive. It proves to be a lot more troublesome than first thought. With no help from the stupid little nerd across the street who runs the bodega.

Warnings: No Usnavi sorry I gotta set up the story, character death. Racist little shits, not everyone who lives in the Upper East Side is a dick it’s just a stereotype, probably also bad Spanish

A/N: I wrote this in a day oml
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It was the day after her only son’s graduation that Isa started looking for a new job. She’d been let go a year before. Her son didn’t know. She’d been doing odd jobs all over the city trying to make ends meet. It was made worse since she was Latino, most white businessmen didn’t want Isa for more than a cleaning lady.

Nothing ever worked out. She was on call for a fancy hotel, it had penthouse at the very top for the owner. It’s where most of her money came from. Even though that wasn’t a lot either. The job search had been going poorly for a week when Isa got a call.


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Imagine Being Snowed In With Natasha

For @sailover2

“Ready to wrap up this mission Agent Romanoff?” you ask as you shove your clothes into a suitcase.

“I don’t think that’ll be possible Agent (Y/L/N),” she says and places a hand on your shoulder. You nearly shiver at the casual touch and stand up straighter. “We won’t be able to get to extraction with this weather.” You glance out the window and nearly swear at the sight. Snow is coming down hard and covering everything.

“Solid point,” you huff. “I’ll call Agent Coulson and update him.”

“No let me,” she insists and squeezes your shoulder in a comforting manner. You give a wordless nod and she saunters out. As soon as she’s gone you let out a sigh and swear under your breath.

This isn’t good, this mission was only supposed to be a few days and if it in anyway endangers your getting home for Christmas you’ll throw a fit, or your daughter will.

Angrily you toss your clothes back into the drawers and flop on your bed. Across the room sits Natasha’s bed and her drawers.

You had to share a small shitty apartment for your intel mission.

“Agent Coulson says he’ll get us out as soon as he can,” Romanoff reports and strides back into the room. “Until then he says ‘have fun.’” She casually reclines on her bed and grins at you. A grin you’ve rarely seen, a grin that makes your heart flip flop.

You’ve been crushing on Agent Romanoff a long time, how could you not she is the epitome of a flawless human being. You disregard her past as you do everyone else’s. To you it doesn’t matter where you’ve been or what you’ve done, what only matters is who you are now.

“If we’re gonna be spending down time together you have got to stop acting so professional,” she remarks and you stiffen.

You’ve always kept to yourself and never really developed a solid relationship with any of your coworkers. The high level agents all seem to be very close so when you got promoted there just didn’t seem to be room for you. However that didn’t stop you from crushing on the Black Widow from afar.

“You can start by calling me Natasha,” she suggests and you nod.

“I can do that if you call me (Y/N),” you counter, surprisingly composed.

“Deal (Y/N).”

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“Tell me what is the mysterious (Y/N) all about? What are her secrets?” Natasha drawls playfully and drapes herself over the beat up couch. You try not to let yourself overthink the question or the look she’s giving you and clear your throat.

“There isn’t much to know. Unlike you and the other high level agents I don’t have a backstory or a puzzling past. I joined Shield to protect my family and that’s all,” you reply attempting to be casual.

“Hmm.”

“I just barely got promoted,” you joke sardonically and she frowns.

“You earned this promotion (Y/N). You deserve it just as much as the rest of us. Just because you weren’t brought in or you don’t have some special power doesn’t mean you are any less deserving to be a high level agent.” Her words are sincere and touching and her expression is authentic. You sigh and smile thankfully.

“Thanks Natasha, I’m glad to be here with you,” you admit and she grins.

“I wouldn’t want to be stuck here with anyone else,” she returns.

You can feel your face heat up at the remark though you know it’s only friendly.

You have to keep reminding yourself this is only friendly.

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Christmas morning comes around and you’re still stuck with Natasha Romanoff in a shitty apartment. You can’t even call your daughter to top it all off.

At least Natasha and you have been getting along amazingly. You’ve really gotten to know her in the past few days.

You awake Christmas morning to a red haired spy instead of you (Y/H/C) daughter.

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“Merry Christmas (Y/N)!” She pauses and frowns slightly. “That is if you celebrate Christmas.”

“I do so thank you, and Merry Christmas right back at you,” you reply and yawn. “What’s the plan today?”

“Well because it’s Christmas I pulled some strings, threatened some people, and got Shield to play purchasing any movies we want on the tv and the people next door lent me some ingredients to make an actual breakfast.”

“Nat that is wonderful! You are the best and I’ll love you till the end of time,” you hush and throws your arms around her pulling her into a hug.

It’s only a minute later do you realize what you’ve said and what you’ve done.

Before you can panic she chuckles and hugs you back.

“You know I’ve never gone from "Agent Romanoff and yes ma'am” to Nat and hugs in under two weeks before,“ she remarks and you pull away with a blush colored ok your cheeks.

"So-”

“Before you apologize I also snagged some mistletoe from the neighbors,” she confesses and holds up the plant with a sheepish look. “If I recall the rules correctly you-”

You cut her off by smashing your lips to hers on a whim. She kisses you back, much to your relief.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you breathe out after you pull away for air.

“You’re saying I didn’t need the mistletoe? What a waste of a creative threat,” she teases and you giggle.

In that moment you have no worries or cares. It takes about five minutes for your stressors to return; you have a daughter, you’re missing Christmas with your daughter, and Natasha doesn’t know about your daughter.

~~~

You don’t get a chance to tell Natasha about (Y/D/N) and before you know it the extraction team is arriving and you’re being sent home.

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“Natasha there’s something you should know about me,” you blurt out. She raises an eyebrow and eyes the taxi driver.

“Should this be a private conversation?”

“Maybe I just need to get it out there before-” you stop short upon realizing the cab is already parking in front of your home. “Before we get here.”

“What is it (Y/N)?” she inquires, a concern look is etched on her face.

“I-I-uh maybe I should just show you,” you stammer and open the cab door. As soon as you step out your little girl comes stumbling out of the house with her nanny trailing behind.

“Momma!” she cheers and runs right into your awaiting arms.

“Oh my baby girl I missed you so much! Oh I’m so sorry I missed Christmas! I love you so much,” you ramble and hold your four year old close.

“I missed you,” (Y/D/N) cries and buries her face in your neck.

“I know baby I missed you too,” you say and lean back to see her face. She’s staring right behind you at Natasha who’s gaping.

“Who’s that?” You turn around and carry your daughter closer to Natasha.

“This is Natasha, she’s my very very close friend,” you answer carefully. You don’t want to tell your daughter girlfriend in case it doesn’t last. “Natasha this is (Y/D/N) my daughter.”

Natasha pauses for a horrible second, and you dread her reaction, but then gives a wide smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you (Y/D/N),” she greets. “I’m very sorry to have kept your momma over Christmas, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“I forgive you,” (Y/D/N) announces after a careful moment of deliberation.

“Thank you very much!” Natasha’s whole demeanor has altered for your daughter.

Your daughter starts wiggling so you let her down and she immediately starts rooting around in your luggage.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you apologize. “I need to keep (Y/D/N) so the less people that know about her the better…and I was scared.”

“It is okay, I understand (Y/N),” Natasha assures and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You do?”

“Of course, some things you keep secret to protect, I get that.”

“Are we still gonna-are we-can we?” you stutter incoherently.

“We can date yes, I’ll kiss you right now if that’s okay with you?” You glance at your daughter who’s watching with wide eyes and nod. Natasha grins and kisses you tenderly.

“Ew mom gross!” (Y/D/N) exclaims and covers her eyes. Both you and Natasha chuckle while (Y/D/N) runs in circles while making faces.

This could be really amazing.

Audra McDonald 'Couldn't Handle' Meeting Beyoncé at the Beauty and the Beast Premiere: 'I Was Just So Starstruck'

Audra McDonald Freaked Out When She Saw Beyoncé and Blue Ivy on the ‘Beauty and the Beast’ Red Carpet

It’s official: even celebrities aren’t immune to Beyoncé‘s charms.

Beauty and the Beast star Audra McDonald – who voices Madame Garderobe – tells PEOPLE Now that she totally freaked out after spotting the singer at the film’s Hollywood premiere.

“I was headed out a certain exit and she was coming in, and I saw Blue Ivy [Carter], and I was like, ‘That’s Blue Ivy, maybe she’s here with’ – I thought it was her nanny,” explains McDonald, 46. “And I looked up and I went, ‘Queen!’ And then she said, ‘Nice to see you.’ And I went ‘Queen!’ ”

She continues, “I have never been goofier because I was just so starstruck.”

McDonald couldn’t even get any other words out, admitting she could only manage to say “Queen” to her “like three times.”

Happiness Can’t Be Arranged, Chapter 2

So, I intended Happiness Can’t Be Arranged to be a one-shot; but after I wrote it, I couldn’t get it out of my head. And then @stick-to-the-lasagna-lady@x-wishes-on-fallen-stars-x, and @mearcats didn’t help by encouraging me to continue. So here, we are… chapter two.

In this chapter, Regina grapples to figure out her place in her new husband’s household; and can’t help but be touched by Robin’s kindness toward Henry.

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