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mistninja · 11 months

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HES SUCH A GIRL FATHER HE LOVES HIS DAUGHTERS SO MUCH OUGHHHHH I WAS NOT READY TO SEE HIM BE SO ENAMOURED WITH HIS NEW BABY GIRL HE REALLY IS THE DAD EVER

#<3 #your my dad oogie woogie boogie #maria reads fitz and the fool

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complete-idiot-in-love · 7 months

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HOLY SHIT ANOTHER ONCE UPON A WITCHLIGHT SELF-SHIPPER??? OMG HIIIIIIIII IT'S SO NICE TO MEET YOU I'M SO EXCITED TO FIND ANOTHER ONE :DDDDDDD

I've seen some of the tags, is the entire party your dads? You Are My Dad, You're My Dad, Boogie Woogie Oogie? pls tell me all about it, i'm loving it already /nf

-@selinas-ships

OMG HIIIII!!!!

I DIDN'T THINK THERE WAS ANYONE ELSE WHO SELF SHIPPED WITH ANYONE FROM ONCE UPON A WITCHLIGHT!!!

The whole party is my found family!! Kremy and Gideon are my two dads (I call em Papa Kremy/Mr. Kremy and Gidadeon or just Dad for short lmao), Frosty and I have an older brother dynamic, Gricko is my cool uncle and hootsie and I have a niece/younger sister dynamic!! Torbek doesn't really have a familial term related to him but he's my BESTIE, LIKE MY FAVORITE DUDE FOR REAL FOR REAL!! If I had to categorize him, it would be very much be a "Two siblings attached at the hip" dynamic as we're always close together when the party is adventuring. Twig is a bit harder to pinpoint but I do really like her character!

I love my family and I would literally die for all of them (And I probably have gotten close with their track record of atleast one person going unconscious during a fight lmaooooo)

Thanks for the ask! I'd LOVE to hear about your OUAW self ship sometime!!!

@selinas-ships

#thanks for the ask!#I'm honestly so excited to meet you!!!#self ship #self shipping #self ship community #a family can be a bunch of criminals and their adopted satyr child

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bigfootsmom · 10 months

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wip title game

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagged by my beloved @monsterrae1 mwah!

I'm only including the ones I actually have a decent amount written for:

a mini buck breakdown

bandaged hands

buck and bobby hug

buck and daisy own my whole heart

buck can fuck himself, as a treat

buck develops pots

buck is a dad boogie woogie oogie

buck why does eddie call you baby girl

buddie breakdown over the radiowaves

demon possessed buck

dom/sub (chapter 4)

electric boogaloo

elevator

forget me not

heat sick

lawsuit dom/sub

lightning strike

ropes

rough sex whump

smells like teen spirit

something is not right with evan buckley

serial killer buck

i'm going to tag: @rainbowtartt, @swiftietartt, @morganofthefairies, @honestlydarkprincess, @heartbeatdiaz, @bucktalias, @devirnis, @dijkstraspath, @alkaysani, @herodiaz, @icarusbuck, @lovebuck, @princessfbi, @homerforsure, @maygrantgf, @paranoidbean, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @shortsighted-owl, @alyxmastershipper, @ebdaydreamer, @nymika-arts, @try-set-me-on-fire, and anyone else who would like to participate (sorry if you've already been tagged!)

#there's more but i got tired typing all the titles out lol #i also stopped listing all my wips because i don't know that many people #wip title game #molly writes #tag game #i guess this is also an ask game #ask game #i also only included my 911 wips #i have wips for other fandoms lol #911 fic #911

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animevillainscourge · 2 years

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youre my dad, youre my dad (boogie woogie oogie)

#evil plans #say hi to seth and scourgefred!!!!#my art #furry art #furry oc #scourgefred n co #sfw furry

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saltycharacters · 4 years

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Not to be excited about something silly but I finally got Peony as a partner option for the Galarian Star Tournament and not only do we have matching jackets but also matching Persserkers that are color cordinated to our outfits :] real father n son moment

#you are my dad your my dad oogy woogy woogy #i think my attachment to father figures in fiction especially when theres an adoption-esque story #has something to do with my distaste for my own father at this point #crown tundra spoilers #pokemon spoilers

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bayleybear · 4 years

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Star Wars spoiler.

Hey guys so Rey technically made out with her first cousin once removed.

Palpatine used force energy to make Anakin so technically he’s her uncle. And Leia is her cousin.

Congrats to Star Wars for keeping the incest alive I guess?

#star wars #palpatine #Anakin to Friendpatine: you’re my dad boogie woogie oogie #i know it was Plagueis but if you dont think theyre the same person youre wrong

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smol-tactician · 2 years

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This better not become a series, But in a nutshell

Fnaf spoilers warning

Freddy: Boss man

Golden freddy: peekaboo

Toy freddy: Fornite dances aggressively

Withered Freddy: Mah joints

Withered golden freddy: P e a k a b o o but with lore?

Shadow Freddy: Purple but not for plot reasons I think

Phantom Freddy: "My leg"

Nightmare Freddy: Single dad

Freddles: "you got games on your phone?"

Nightmare fredbear: Peakaboo bitch

Fredbear plush: "He's here he's there he's everywhere! Who ya gonna call? Psychic friend fredbear"

Nightmare: Peakaboo bitch nightmode skin

Fredbear(fnaf world): Animal crossing mayor

Funtime Freddy: "BoN bOn"

Rockstar Freddy: "We've been trying to contact you regarding your cars extended warranty"

Molten Freddy: Spaghetti freddy

Helpy: Literally did nothing wrong

Ucn Fredbear: The real boss man, Peakaboo 2.0

Every help wanted Freddy: Sus

Every Special delivery Freddy: Someone wasn't ready for freddy

Glamrock Freddy: "You are my dad you're my dad! Oogie woggie woogie"

The "blob": Sleep paralysis demon

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gotxanyxramen · 3 years

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Everyone in the ada to fukuzawa: Your My Dad, OOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

Fukuzawa: ....

#bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #fukuzawa x reader #fukuzawa

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jazzistolkienfanfics · 4 years

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Fellowship HCs (1/?)

How the fellowship reacts to the reader being touch starved and being too scared to return any affection (platonic or not). She/Her pronouns. Thank you😳☺.

hello anon! sure thing! i’m just gonna group some of them because i am tired-

Type: Headcanons! First ones! Pairings: Platonic!Fellowship x reader Summary: a brief set of headcanons for the fellowship reacting to a touch-starved tenth-member Warnings: swearing Word Count: nOt bOtHeReD bUt iT’s sEvErAl dOt pOiNtS pEr pErSoN

ARAGORN

okay let’s be real here our boy is not an expert on physical affection

but he’d always be nice to Y/N

“would you like some more deer, Y/N?”

he’d tell her stories about his time in Rivendell to make her more at ease around him, and he would smile so widely when she laughed

fully aware that his sketchy hunter nature used to freak her out but he’s really glad that she doesn’t feel the need to sit on the other side of the fire anymore

patient enough to let her come to him when she’s ready

Y/N was absolutely terrified by the fact that he always has his sword next to him, but one day when she was super tired and Aragorn had let the Hobbits look at his sword she sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder

Aragorn was s h o o k that she’d approached him, and he just kinda awkwardly put his arm around her

Y/N flinched, but she settled into it, and to this day they act like brother and sister

LEGOLAS

Legolas, a.k.a the least socially intelligent elf on the planet

but he always means well, and Y/N never faults him for that

very concerned when the first time he extended his hand to help her into a boat she flinched back and avoided his eyes for the rest of the day

he doesn’t really know what to do, so he basically tries what he does with spooked animals, which is ... singing

he’d be singing this beautiful song about Mirkwood in Autumn, and he would hold out some lembas to Y/N until she took it and asked what he was singing

he said he could teach her, and she was completely unused to his kindness, so she just spent the evening blushing and staring at the stars

she didn’t notice when he gently out his hand on her arm (she was searching for constellations), and when he made a sound she absolutely freaked and fell over

“Legolas you fucking scared me!”

he apologised immediately, giving her his hand for the second time

this time, she takes it and lets him help her up, and she smiled

Legolas was grinning like a pointy-eared idiot for hours

BOROMIR

look, Boromir is nice when he wants to be

so, of course, when he sees this girl who’s distancing herself from everyone else in the fellowship, he’s not about to let anyone befriend her first

he’s loud enough to make up for both of them, and he invites her to watch him teach the Hobbits basic swordsmanship

Y/N goes (reluctantly) because it’s be rude to say no and she doesn’t mind this first friend

she’s laughing like an idiot when he gets tackled to the ground, and she can’t help but make fun of him when he emerges from BurialByHobbits™️

“Master swordsman, huh?”

Boromir will just laugh and tell her to shut up, giving her a friendly slap on the arm

Y/N’s not afraid of the slap, nor does it hurt, but she doesn’t want to slap him back in case he gets mad

he notices how she looks really uncomfortable, and he’s not having his bestie Y/N be upset

“Hey, you enjoy watching me suffer?”

this time, Y/N laughs even louder, and she finally squeezes his arm

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

GANDALF

ah, yes, the ‘wisest of them all’

of course Gandalf was the one to see this young woman and be like

“Ah, yes, another child for the Fellowship”

not that Y/N minds - it’s good to have a benevolent wizard father figure

he makes sure she’s comfortable around all the guys

Y/N likes to sit in silence next to the old wizard best, just looking up at the sky

he’ll tell her stories of the days before Middle-Earth, and she’ll ask questions all the time

but after a few days Y/N finds it so easy to return familial affection of a sort to her QuestFather™️

probably sings “YOU ARE MY DAAAD ... you’re my dad! oogie woogie boogie!” all the time (if y’all don’t get it istg)

GIMLI

Y/N initially found Gimli really abrasive, with his snarky comments and general Dwarvishness

it definitely took her a little while to warm up, and she never wanted to return his little sarcastic comments with some of her own, because she didn’t want to offend him

plus, she didn’t even know that he meant them as his was of showing affection, and she felt a little hurt

but after most of the battles, no matter how small, Gimli would go

“Great job, Y/N. tEaCh mE yOur bAtTlE sEcReTs!”

and of course Y/N would laugh, and it would be her roundabout way of showing affection

but then one day she just gathered up the courage to hug Gimli, and she had to pick him up to do it

cue everyone else being all *gASP* SHE DID NOT PICK UP THE DWARF

but Gimli took it as a reward for all his efforts trying to befriend the obviously kindness-starved girl

now Y/N is the ONLY one allowed to pick up Gimli

THE HOBBITS

Hobbits are very touchy-feely creatures, but they also have great respect for another person’s comfort (they do so love comfort)

so, of course, they hug Y/N as often as possible, but they try to make sure she’s also comfortable with how much they engage with her

she’s basically one of them now

they have these sweet running jokes like:

Pippin: “Hold up. We haven’t had second breakfast!” Y/N: *gasps* “What if they don’t have second breakfast? What’ll we do?!”

honestly, it’s the four Hobbits + Y/N and they’re a family now. end of.

she definitely warms up to them really quickly, and soon they make her feel happy and like she belongs, and she’s no longer touch starved.

That’s it! i’m sorry anon, i must confess this was a rush job.

i’m sorry for making you wait so long - as you can see i had a LOT of requests!

bUt tHaT dOeSn’T bOtHeR mE bEcAuSe i lOvE aLl yOuR rEqUeSts, dEaR rEaDeRs. PLEASE KEEP REQUESTING!

#headcanons #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr x reader #lotr headcanons #fellowship of the ring #fellowship x reader

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cdyssey · 3 years

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Regret

Summary: When Fran doesn't come down to breakfast after spraining her ankle, the whole house is concerned for her—especially Niles and Mr. Sheffield. Set after "An Affair to Dismember."

A/N: Okay, so I've binge re-watched nearly four seasons of The Nanny in four days, and had to get at least one fic out of my system, lmao.

Fran Drescher's acting in "An Affair to Dismember" when she suddenly broke while talking to Maxwell made me sensitive. ;-;

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Breakfast is a remarkably boring affair without Miss Fine bursting through the door, raising her arms in a floral robe, and proclaiming, with signature adenoidal stylings, “Good moooorning, everyone!”

The clink of silverware, the scraping of ceramic plates, the ruffling sound of Mr. Sheffield anxiously attacking the New York Times like a new Andrew Lloyd Webber play has just dropped—all of it is so terribly drab that Niles spends the first fifteen minutes of her pronounced absence coughing loudly in the hopes that his employer will pick up the hint to do something about it.

“Oh, do go get a bloody cough drop, old man,” he finally snaps, smacking his newspaper down on the table. “You’re driving me mad.”

“Sorry, sir,” Niles arches a brow as he refills Mr. Sheffield’s coffee mug. “I have asthma.”

He turns away to replace the coffee pot on the side table.

“And half a mind to kick your tetchy derrière,” he mutters under his breath.

“What was that, Niles?”

“Nothing, sir! Just saying thank you for your attentive care.”

“Dad,” Master Brighton thankfully interrupts, “where’s Fran, and what have you done to make her mad this time?”

Niles immediately turns around again in time to see his boss’s shoulders straighten in that way they often do when he’s indignant.

Or guilty.

Or some mixture of them both.

“I beg your pardon, Brighton,” he replies stiffly. “Why do you immediately assume I’m the problem here?”

“Process of elimination,” Brighton shrugs. “Fran’s not mad at me, Maggie, or Grace, and Niles is one of her closest friends.”

“You’re so astute, Master Brighton,” Niles smiles wryly as he moves to the left to get a better view of Mr. Sheffield’s face. The vein in his temple is beginning to throb, which is always a good time.

“She hasn’t dated anyone recently,” Miss Margaret pipes up.

“And she’s always fighting with her ma,” Miss Grace adds, “but that's never kept her from Belgian waffles before.”

“So, Dad,” Brighton grins, patting his father once on the back, “unless our math is wrong, that leaves you.”

“Goodness me,” Mr. Sheffield mutters, angrily stabbing a piece of link sausage with his fork. “I didn’t know I was in the presence of the lost Hardy Boy.”

“So you did do something!” Margaret exclaims.

“No! I bloody well did not, Nancy Drew. For your information, Miss Fine accidentally hurt her ankle clubbing last night with Val. I don’t think it’s broken, but I’ve called a doctor to come by just to check.”

“Tsk, tsk. And you didn’t offer to pick her up Cinderella-style and swoop her downstairs so she wouldn’t miss breakfast?” Niles asks chidingly, only to be greeted with a nasty glare.

“Yes, I did offer to bring her down to breakfast as a matter of fact... but Miss Fine seemed strangely subdued when I spoke to her through the door... I didn’t know what to make of it to tell you the truth...”

Mr. Sheffield’s brow contracts as he searches Niles’s face for an answer, and Niles stares back just as studiously, observing the profound concern in his employer’s dark eyes.

The gentleness.

The romance.

The stunningly oblivious care.

Niles sighs fondly.

Unlike Miss Babcock, he’s never had the heart to kick poor puppies when they’re down.

“I’ll bring her Advil and a fresh ice pack,” he promises. “Perhaps some pain relief will help her to regain her spirit.”

“I hope so,” Mr. Sheffield replies, self-consciously turning to his plate again, the tips of his ears rather pink. “I hate when Miss Fine isn’t feeling well.”

“Here, here,” the whole table concurs.

—

Twenty minutes later, Niles is at Miss Fine’s door with a silver tray laden with all the essentials: painkillers, an ice pack, a mug of coffee (milk instead of cream and extra sugar), and a copy of the new edition of Gloss. He lightly taps on her door with the side of his loafer.

“Miss Fine, can I come in?”

“No,” comes an immediate and sharp reply. “I’m not dressed!”

“How discouraging,” Niles sighs smilingly. “What ever shall I do?”

“Suff’a, and at least give me a minute to find a brassiere.”

“Oh, we’ll be here all day then.”

He hears a strange thud, a collection of evaluations (“dirty, dirty, slutty, Maggie’s, dirty”), and an assortment of Yiddish curse words he now vaguely recognizes from being friends with Miss Fine for nearly four years now. And then finally—

“Come in, Jeeves, but shut the door behind ya ‘cuz I haven’t applied a morning layer of lipstick yet.”

Niles elbows the knob and pushes with his shoulder until the door lights open to a peculiar sight. Far from being neat, Miss Fine’s room looks like Macy’s after its annual Black Friday sale with clothes strewn everywhere—from the dressers to the wardrobes to the floor. An empty suitcase is lying on the bed next to Miss Fine, who is sitting in bed wearing an oversized t-shirt, her injured ankle propped up on a pillow. Niles can tell, even from the doorway, that it’s red and swollen, but to his satisfaction and relief, it doesn’t appear to be broken.

“Welcome to the jungle,” Miss Fine mutters when she notices his incredulous gaze. “We got all the animals out t’day.”

“I can see that,” Niles replies, placing his tray on her bedside table and shutting the door. With his usual efficiency, he then walks back over, retrieves the ice pack, and gently places it on the affected area, frowning when she flinches.

“Mr. Sheffield said that the doctor was coming at ten,” he says as he gently lowers himself onto the bed, clasping his hands primly on top of his lap.

“Mm,” Fran grunts noncommittally, grabbing the two Advil pills and knocking them back with a swig of coffee.

“What? You’re not curious as to whether or not said doctor in question is single, Jewish, and living in a Manhattan penthouse? Miss Fine”—Niles reaches over and places the back of his hand on Fran’s head—“do you have a fever?”

“Oh, Niles,” she swats his hand away, “I’m not in the mood.”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve heard that one.”

“Niles!”

“Sorry, Miss Fine,” he withdraws his hand with a laugh. “You know I have to warm up before Miss Babcock arrives.”

“Glad to assist,” Fran quips, taking another sip of coffee, and it’s only as she closes her eyes to savor the taste, that he notices there are lines beneath her eyes from what seems to have been a sleepless night.

The smile sinks from his face.

“You know,” he says quietly, “in all of our acquaintance, I’ve never known of you to injure yourself while dancing.”

Fran opens her eyes only to immediately glance away, tapping her long nails against her mug.

“Val tripped me up when she thought she saw Elton John,” she shrugs dully. “Turns out it was just a really lifelike poster of him behind the bar...”

“I see,” Niles returns, raising a brow. “It was nice of Miss Toriello to forgo her weekend trip with her parents to come back and… boogie woogie oogie with you.”

“Dammit,” she pouts, scrunching her nose. “I didn’t think I’d told you that.”

“You didn’t. I overheard you and Miss Toriello gabbing on the phone about it yesterday morning.”

Fran can’t seem to help herself; she smiles crookedly, even as she shakes her head.

“I dunno who’s more absorbent sometimes—you or the dish sponge.”

He smiles back at her, patting her uninjured leg gently.

“Me, naturally."

"I can believe it, Chatty Cathy," she sighs.

"Now tell me, Miss Fine"—he regains his solemnity quickly, unwilling to let her deflect with jokes—"why does your room look like a tornado went through Loehmann’s?”

Her dark eyes immediately glance around the messy room, as though looking for an excuse and failing to find one.

It’s only now that Niles is sitting down, taking everything in, that he notices that most of the articles strewn about are her favorite clothing items, from her holographic Versace dress to the black tube top that Mr. Sheffield can’t pry his eyes away from every time she wears it.

“I almost did a very stupid thing, Niles,” she half-whispers, looking down into her coffee cup, her fingers tensed and shivering around the handle. “And the thing is, maybe it wasn’t really all that stupid? Maybe it was the smartest thing I could of done in a lifetime of doin’ so many stupid things.”

She pauses briefly before sardonically adding, “People included.”

Though Niles doesn’t have enough dots to connect the full picture, he has what he needs in the way of evidence to get the basic gist: Nigel being in town, the two of them going out, Nigel leaving town, the suitcase, the swollen ankle, and Miss Fine's uncharacteristic melancholy, smeared across her face so sharply that it may as well be lipstick.

He swallows thickly, suddenly grasping how close that they had all been to losing Fran forever.

“Well,” he says, making an effort to hitch an oblivious smile on his face, “isn’t it your mother who says that everything happens for a reason? It seems as though you’re right where you belong.”

“Yeah,” she snorts indelicately. “Twenty-nine multiple times over, single, and livin’ in a mansion with a man who won’t even commit to his meal orders at restaurants, much less his very available and desperate nanny.”

“Beautiful, young, and living in a mansion with three children who love you, a butler who’d be lost without you, and a man who won’t commit to his tie choices either but still cares for you deeply all the same,” Niles corrects her softly. “He was very worried for you when you didn’t come down to breakfast this morning. He didn’t even do the crossword on the Times.”

“Gee,” she rolls her eyes playfully, “how romantic.”

“Very,” Niles grins, “a modern day Romeo—emotional hangups and all.”

With that, he pats Fran again and stands up; he has no doubt that Mr. Sheffield will be calling for him soon to interrogate him as to Miss Fine’s wellbeing.

Maybe he can even get C.C. on speaker phone to rub it in her face.

“Y’know, Niles,” Fran smiles at him fondly, “if this whole Mr. Sheffield thing doesn’t work out, we should elope in Vegas in ten yea's.”

“Only if you wear this little number,” he says, bending down and picking up a black cocktail dress from the floor, folding it neatly over his arm.

“You wish you could be so lucky.”

“If we’re going to be in Vegas, anything can happen, I suppose.”

After he retrieves the silver tray from the bedside table, he bends down and kisses Miss Fine lightly on the head, his heart hurting when he notices the way that she closes her eyes beneath the gentle touch—young and vulnerable and terribly hurt by something he can’t quite fix with a well-timed witticism.

“Get some rest, Miss Fine," her murmurs against her head. "I'll check on you a bit."

“Thanks, hubby."

—

Scarcely ten minutes later, he’s down in Mr. Sheffield’s office as per usual, offering the producer a fresh cup of tea even though he had already drunk his traditional two cups at breakfast.

He insisted, though, on a third, for some excuse he couldn’t quite come up with.

And instead of coming up with an excuse, he immediately asked for all the particulars of Miss Fine’s health.

Predictable chump.

“Thanks, old boy,” Mr. Sheffield frowns, returning to his crossword, tapping the end of his pen arrhythmically against the paper. “Let me know when the doctor for Miss Fine arrives. I want to be there when he checks her over.”

“Ooh la-la-la,” Niles hums, dropping a sugar cube into the tea with a zesty plop.

Mr. Sheffield places his pen down on the desk angrily.

“Not like that… I just want to ensure she’s going to be well… you know, for the children’s sake.”

“Yes,” he sighs theatrically. “How will the children ever be able to bear their nanny having a twisted ankle?”

“Oh, shut up,” Mr. Sheffield snaps. “I don’t pay you to be sarcastic.”

“No, sir, you pay me to help you with the crossword when you’re missing three-across,” Niles smirks knowingly when he glances down at the incomplete puzzle. “What’s the hint?”

Mr. Sheffield adjusts his wire-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose before looking down again.

“A word that means feeling bad for not doing something that you should have done all along. Disappointment. A sense of shame.”

Niles straightens up with a long-suffering shake of his head.

“Oh, sir, do I really have to spell it out for you?”

#the nanny #fran fine #niles the butler #maxwell sheffield #maggie writes

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