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The Only Exception - {TOM HOLLAND}
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The email is simple; half of it is the host company that goes over the basics of being offered a position with a person in need of a caregiver. The other half is a small message from the person needing assistance, explaining what you'd potentially be doing for them. It's a bit vague and concise, just saying they need to set up an interview session and that you'd be taking care of their three year old if given the job.

The only thing truly odd about this, is the confidentiality agreement. That and the fact it's paired with the words "high profile job offer". It's like you'd be nannying for the Queen or something.

Your cursor lingers over the confirm interview icon, your finger not yet clicking it. You look over the details only to find few in the first place; the pay is to be determined, the hours are to be determined, and it all seems rather unstable. Still it's the first interview offer you've had in weeks and you're running out of cushion money to live off of, and the last thing you want to ask is your parents for money.

"Fuck it," you mutter into the void as you click the accept button...

...Or the story of how you became the full-time nanny for Tom Holland and his adorable son Ezra. 

[reader insert story - originally posted on tumblr @softspideyboy]

[cover art for the story credit to Tumblr user: @dreamiele]
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