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˗ˏˋ CHRIS EVANS People Magazine (November 08, 2022)

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"Hardly work when you enjoy what you do. As cheesy as it is," she offered back with a similar smile. Taking care of others was what she was good at and enjoyed doing. Her calling in life, so to speak. Since she didn't have kids of her own yet, that was. Now, not all of that went over her head, and there was a light hint of heat on her cheeks at the implications that were there. Berk was a handsome man; that didn't escape her notice. "Right." The word signaled it was time to move on from that part of the conversation, venturing into territory she knew she probably shouldn't. Berk certainly wasn't the first to make small comments like that. Christina had to push aside the fact that it felt good. A mental note was made, attention focused once more on the explanation ofthe house. Talking about it was probably better not being done. The relationship sounded rocky at best currently, which wasn't new to the newly hired nanny. She knew when it was best to back off certain subjects. Getting to what would be her room, Christina had to admit she was impressed. So much space. Much more than she was used to, a fact that she didn't bother hiding either. "This is all mine?" Her own bathroom even? It seemed almost excessive but there was no doubt that she would be comfortable here. "This might be the nicest space that I've ever been given. You said that there was a door that could connect to the kids room?" Her attention finally pulled away from the space and back to Berk. "Are you sure this is all okay? I'm fine with a smaller space..."

"You've got quite the work ethic." As his eyes fell to meet her own, he gave her a smile of sincerity. Though the expression soon shifted one of a more mischievous nature, lips curling as he spoke once again. "Oh, trust me, there's definitely a version of the tour you don't get. Not when we're supposed to be interviewing for a nanny position." He understood he was forward with most people, a trait he seldom tried to hide. Though, it was something Selin had much of an issue with. "Well, thank you. I'm afraid I can't take much credit, however. My wife -" he paused, realizing he wasn't going to be able to say her name without a bitterness tinging his voice, so instead, he cleared his throat and moved on, "she had a large hand in the design. I just approved the purchases." Their marriage was very much transactional in all aspects, which was a shame considering he did actually want more out of it. Heading up the large staircase, he stopped halfway to gesture to a hallway on the opposite side. "That's the direction of your room, as well as my home office. It's a bit removed from the rest of the house, but there is a door that connects to get to the kids room faster. Come," he led the two of them to the right, stopping at the door to what would be her room before opening it up for her. Inside, the space was rather large. There was a walk in closet and an ensuite bathroom, with a desk and vanity set up by the window. It was simple, but it would have enough room for her to set up shop.

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Thoughts: While I want to keep muses fairly limited, I am plagued by the idea of a father son duo muses using David Harbour and Aaron Taylor Johnson... not sure what I would make them though. But I like the idea. Keeping it on the back burner for now.

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i’m definitely the girlfriend that rubs your back under your shirt in public just because i miss the feel of your skin

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"Yeah, I try to make sure I'm available whenever I'm needed." Christina followed the subtle direction, posture relaxed, unquestioning, and not at all uncomfortable with it. Another small laugh, amusement tinging her features as curiosity got the best of her. "Family friendly version? I didn't realize that there could be any other version." She glanced towards the man, an innocent enough response, though it could have been taken in an entirely different direction. A smile remained plastered across her lips. "You really do have a lovely home." A space where she could see herself being comfortable and taking care of the kids. Everything seemed easy enough to navigate, no weird placements of anything or awkward staircases. Plenty of space to have fun with the kids. Be it running around, doing arts and crafts, play hide and seek, there were a million possibilities. Christina held her questions for the time being on everything related to the kids. The warmth of ghost of his touch was relaxing. Even when it shouldn't have been.

Berk could admire her dedication to the job, he was a sucker for that kind of drive. It reminded him of himself, a man that lived and breathed for his career. So perhaps it was a little wrong to be looking at his potential nanny in such a light. The pair barely knew one another, barely had any taste for the other person in the slightest, and yet he was already eyeing her in a way that was less than appropriate. He would have to watch himself though, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. So the man pushed himself from his chair, "I look forward to what you can come up with for my kids, then." They would need someone who would be a constant in their life, and help them feeling slightly more grounded. "Really? I was just throwing tomorrow morning out there, but if you're serious then," he smiled down at her, hand ghosting behind her back as he began to lead her out of the office and toward the main area of the home, "tomorrow morning it is. For now, you'll get the full Berker tour." He paused, before correcting himself, "Well, you'll get the family friendly version of it."

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Reverse starter call: like this, and I'll go through your opens and reply to one or two

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"I'm not mad at you, Frank. It's just...." A heavy sigh threatened to cave her chest in, eyes flitting away from the form of the upset man. Seemed about right for the way that the day had gone. She hadn't meant for it to leak into everything else and despite best efforts, it clearly had. Her voice became smaller, threatening to break. "It hasn't been a good day, I'm sorry. Didn't mean for it to dump on you."

open to: m/w/nb character: frank hamilton. psychically a 42 year old man capable of great violence. emotionally? a 20 year old insecure girlfriend.

"let's play twenty questions. first question, are you mad at me? second questions, why are you mad at me? third question, what do i do to make it so you aren't mad at me anymore?"

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Christina's number one focus was always the kids. It was what made her so good at her job and allowed the glowing recommendations to continue to roll in. Young kids presented their own mix of challenges and ease. They rarely talked back the way that older children could do and were often far easier to wrangle and bribe. At the same time, they were far more impressionable and needed far more attentive care. Not that it mattered. Christina enjoyed the merits and challenges of all ages. A light laugh escaped the blonde. "I haven't met any that have made me do such a thing yet. It's about finding what works with that child." A quick shrug given, as if that was the easiest thing in the world to manage. There was a fair mix of cliente, those whose marriages were strong and healthy, those who were going through a rough patch, those separating, and single parents. Christina didn't discriminate on which jobs she took. This would be no different. "Not a problem at all. Tomorrow morning is something I can work with. If you would like, that is perfect for me. Please, lead the way. And if the kids are here, I'd love to meet them." Christina still was oblivious to the way that he eyed her, the desire that was underlying. She smoothed out her skirt as she stood.

He noted the way her smile grew, his own matching the expression, though his was more of a smirk than anything. He loved them, he really did, but they had both inherited Selin's stubbornness, which was not a good mix with his temperament. Though, perhaps he was just a bit bitter and that was unfortunately seeping into other areas of his life. Brushing the worry off, however, Berk crossed his arms and continued his rather informal interview with Christina. Was it wrong for him to consider hiring her for the shear fact that he would love to see her around the house, and often? Yes. But he wasn't going to deny the sway in his decision. "Well, I'm going to be holding you to this conversation when they inevitably end up making you eat your words." He mused, "They can be... a lot. Especially right now. They're still trying to figure out how things work, and I think the fact that I don't know how to do half of it doesn't help." It was understandable and fair. They were watching their parents go through a tumultuous time, so of course that translated into their behavior. "Yeah? Tomorrow morning? I've got a full flight schedule this week, will be traveling between here and Europe for the next couple weeks. So if you're comfortable with the arrangement, I can show you around, where your room will be, the kids spaces. Start the process of getting you familiar with the house?"

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No, it didn't really have to be awkward. She was right. Jamison had paused long enough to piece together what was happening before she had even let the words escape into the space between them. It wouldn't be the worst thing that he had done by far, and he certainly wouldn't have been the first in the department to hire an escort. Hell, just about everyone knew that several of the lower beat cops and a few of the vice detectives traded favors with hookers. This was at least a little classier. Just because he knew her mother didn't mean anything tonight. "Yeah, I think that can be a fair deal. Not like anyone here is gonna know you or the fact that I work with your mother," he offered with a low chuckle, finally easing into the entire thing. "Wouldn't have expected this from you of all people, though. And I have to admit, I'm impressed you've been able to keep it all under wraps." He held put his arm for her so they could head in.

open starter. muse: daphne williams, 18-late 20s, escort. plot: your muse hired and escort for an event and got daphne. turns out they know each other quite well but they decide to go through with this. open to: all genders/ages, all kinks/taboo/connections welcome and encouraged.

"This doesn't have to be awkward." Daphne bit her lower lip for a second before looking at them with more confidence. Granted, they were the last person she expected to see but they already paid for her service so they might as well go through with this. No one needed to know what they were doing. "We'll have some fun and go through with this. I won't tell anyone you hired an escort and you won't tell anyone what I'm doing to pay my bills, deal?"

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Connections/plot: Your muse is upset that Jamison has been focused on other things besides them and think that maybe he is cheating. So they pulled something to get his attention and he didn't fall for it. Age gaps and t*aboo relationships welcomed.

"What exactly is it that you're hoping to accomplish here?" Jamison's exterior was nothing but calm and collected. The stunt that was meant to get under his skin had worked to some degree but it wasn't anything that the man was willing to openly admit to, so he refused to let it show. "Because right now, it seems real childish and a sure fire way to make sure that my attention is elsewhere for the evening." Not a threat in the way that the other would likely take it, but Jamison did little to correct any conclusions taken from the comment. He had plenty of work to handle between messes with his brothers and paperwork from the department. "Or, you can admit what is bothering you and maybe we can work it out in the back of the car."

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Her smile only widened a bit when he made mention of the worry about his kids. It wasn't anything that Christina couldn't handle and hadn't come across in her time as a nanny. In fact, more often than not, it was, in fact, the case. It was the place where she tended to find her stride and did her best work. Learning and adapting and giving them what they needed. The blonde thrived on it. "Hardly. I'm sure they aren't that terrible. Kids are all kids." Not an answer that was meant as a brush off of the comment but one that embraced it, a genuine response to show the mindset. The blonde curls bounced as her head shook. It was often a question asked of her and not one that she minded answering, never seeing any sort of ill intent behind it. Often, when she was younger, it was out of concern of someone being brought into the house that hadn't been vetted or approved. Something that she had never and would never do, but a potential employer could not know that for sure. "No, no. I'm not seeing anyone, and there isn't anyone even in the potential running, so there won't be any sort of problem. I promise." Did she feel the need to explain herself? The urge was there but she refrained. Speaking too much could hurt her chances. "I'm free to start whenever you would need me to."

There was no stopping the smirk that rose to Berk's lips, noting the way her cheeks tinged pink at his words, his tone low as he continued. "Well," he began, "I would hope that they'd be as beautiful and sweet as you." A beat passed before his head cocked to the side, his dark brows raising. "Though, watching my two terrors may sway your opinion a bit." A chuckle then followed. He adored them both, but they were in the middle of their terrible twos, so they could be a handful, and with things not exactly good between Selin and him, the man was left to tend to them a majority of the time. Partly why he was so shamelessly checking out the blonde in front of him. Was it wrong? Yes. Would that stop him? Not a chance. "You don't have to answer me if it's too personal. But is there anyone special in your life? I can't imagine someone like you is alone. Think they will be okay with you spending so much time here? If hired, of course."

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The touch didn't go unnoticed, though Charlotte hardly made any sort of move to back away. Not yet. Biding time. Seeing what Calvin has to offer. He didn't make her wait too long as the proposal began. A brow slowly rose as the terms were laid out, most of it entirely unsurprising. The man knew when to grab an opportunity and run with it, that was for sure. She hummed in thought, eyes lifting from him to wander the room for several seconds. Pros and cons tossed back and forth. It wasn't like the tension hadn't been there. It had been just begging to break for the last few weeks. This was the chance to ease it and figure out if it was worth any of the risk that came with such daliances. "It stays to the club. For now," she countered. "I get it clear so even if I'm supposed to dance, you get me instead. Any time you come in. If, and it's a big if, it works out and things are maintain, then I'll consider letting it all slide at the house too. That's the offer." She wasn't going to agree to everything. First of, she didn't want to seem easy and secondly, if Calvin proved a disappointing fuck, she didn't want to get stuck with it everywhere and anywhere. It seemed like a decent middle ground to her and now she had to wait to see if he would agree.

He wasn't even going to bother hiding that he wanted that body of hers, in any way he could get it. He smelled opportunity here, and this was probably the best way to get what he wanted. Short of just cornering her while she was home or something. "Here's what I'm thinkin'." he'd utter, fingers casually tugging and teasing at the thin strap of that g-string she had on. They knew how to dress her, that's for sure. "I think I could do for some special treatment. Personal entertainment, even." Began the proposal. "A personal stripper, if you will. I come into the club and you ain't too busy? I get your attention. We head to the VIP room and have our fun until I decide I'm done or something comes up. If we're at the house, and the opportunity's there? Same deal. You give me the best service you can provide, whenever I come lookin' for it." he'd honestly be surprised if she agreed to it, but as far as he's concerned, he gets something either way.

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Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle THE PUNISHER | 2.01

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Appraisal was nothing new. In one form or another, she was under constant scrutiny, judgment, and occasionally appreciation. So, feeling Calvin's eyes rake over her form so freely wasn't exactly something that was out of left field, it was far more about who it was that set it apart from the usual. Charlotte didn't acknowledge the fact that it sent a thrill through her. Arms remained crossed, and a brow cocked as she wisted for some sort of follow up to the statement. "And?" The entire situation was feeling drawn out. Anticipation could be a bitch. Seconds ticked by and she waited still. "What did you want, Calvin? Clearly you have something in mind." Little privacy existed at the club and this was as close to it as they could get.

Charlotte might have been onto something there. Because indeed, Calvin was already thinking about how he could work this to his advantage. How he could get some sort of physical arrangement out of this. How long he'd be able to keep it going. How much he'd be able to get out of the busty blonde. One got the impression that she needed to keep this a secret much more than he did. The taller, heavier blonde would glance to the side for a moment before eying the hell out of her body then and there. Not that anyone there knew how they knew each other, let alone that they did. "Funny you should mention that. . ."