“Fuck, no!” Seth huffed. “It’s not you, it’s…” He shook his head, not willing to finish it _that _way. “You’ve been nothing but perfect to me, Derek. I like being around you, I like making out with you, I like everything about you. I don’t think you could ever do something wrong.” Seth frowned, pressing a kiss to Derek’s cheek.
“But something is clearly wrong.” Derek finished softly. “Talk to me, Seth.” he murmured, running a hand through the other’s hair.
So most of you know I’m in really deep right now since I lost my job and I now only have a part time job gettting 10-15 hours a week. This part time is not making a dent in the $1000+ negative hole my bills have put me in. As of this moment, I am exactly -$1,235.67 because of bills and overdraft fees. I haven’t really eaten in the last week, mostly little things my parents have bought so that I don’t die while trying to figure out how I’m going to get through this financial fuckhole I’m in.
Good news is that I just got off the phone setting up an interview for another part time job, so wish me luck on that front while I struggle to figure this whole thing out.
If anyone can donate to help with the -$1,235.67, my paypal is snarkwolf@yahoo.com. Please help if you can, because my roommate is getting very antsy about me not having any money and I’m actually hiding in my room to avoid having to deal with him.
Steve nodded slowly, sighing and closing his eyes. They weren’t far from home but he was emotionally drained if nothing else. When Clint finally parked the car, Steve slowly got out and kept hold of his alpha’s hand as they headed up and into their apartment. “I’m gonna take a shower while you order food,” he told the other. “I just… I need all the smells of that place off of me.”
Clint helped him up to their apartment with ease, going to turn on his laptop. “Take as long as you want, Steve. I’ll get the blankets and stuff.” he promised. As Steve went to the bathroom, he took a minute to calm himself. He hated when people tried to touch his mate, people always wanting to try and take Steve from him. Steve never backed down from a fight and Clint had no problem getting Steve freed from any charges since it was a crime to try and seduce or harrass a mated omega, but it still angered Clint to the point that he wanted to hurt the alphas who tried. He ordered everything Steve wanted as well as some orange chicken and extra soy sauce and then gathered Steve’s favorite blankets and some pillows, bringing them to their couch and setting up to watch a movie and eat Chinese with his mate. While he waited, he messaged Phil and Bucky to let them know Steve was home and they could check on him in the morning, both men responding that they would and for Clint to take care of his mate. Putting his phone on silent, he set it on the coffee table as he went to change clothes and settled on the couch.
Steve nodded and shifted more into Peter’s hold, burying his face more into the other’s neck and shoulder, wrapping an arm around his mate and just shaking from the shock of everything still setting in and the pain and grief from all of the losses he’d been dealt. He couldn’t handle anything else tonight. If Peter said the pack would wait, they would wait. Steve would trust that Peter knew best for the time being.
Peter moved to carefully wash Steve off, eventually taking his now soaked clothes off and setting them aside so he could clean them both and then turned the water off. “I have to let you go to get us towels, okay?” he explained, kissing Steve’s temple. “I’ll be right back.” He carefully, slowly released Steve to get out and grab towels, easing one around his waist and moving to pull Steve from the tub and into his arms. “Let me get you dry and in bed. I’ll bring us up some food.” he said, toweling Steve off and moving him to the bed to get some clothes and help him get dressed before doing the same for himself. Pulling at the blankets so that he could get his husband in bed, he carefully guided Steve to lay back against the pillows and covered his legs. “I’ll be back in just a few minutes, okay?” he promised, leaning to kiss Steve gently before leaving to go get their food. As he got to the stairs, he saw Derek and Malia at the bottom of the steps and shook his head. “Don’t.” he said softly so only they would hear.
“Dad, what happened?” Malia asked, concerned. “Where’s Bucky and the others?”
Peter shook his head again as he joined them. “Not now, Malia.” he said, but his voice held the shaky emotion of loss and Malia leaned to hug him, Derek doing the same. Peter took the comfort for a moment before pulling away from his nephew and daughter, looking at them both in turn. “Everyone needs to eat, get some rest. Steve can’t handle it right now. I’m trusting the two of you to take care of everyone while I take care of him. Understood?”
Malia looked at her cousin and after a moment, the two nodded and Peter moved to get two plates made and on a tray and started back up to the bedroom. He moved quietly, focusing on getting Steve fed as he got to their room. “I got your favorite.” he said, setting the tray on the bed and sitting beside Steve. “Can you eat for me, baby?” he asked. “I can feed you if you need me to. Just tell me.”
We should get moving. They’re evacuating the airport.
Your child is never going to learn to not just walk in on women in the shower/bath if you just open the door whenever the fuck you feel like instead of being impatient and too lazy to walk the extra ten feet to the bathroom in your bedroom. No wonder your wife gets so upset trying to teach this little asshole respect and manners; you do nothing to help whatsoever. -.-
“Let’s go then.” Seth stated, not caring at this point if it was a test or what. He trusted Elliot at this point and loved him, even. He finished putting his backpack filled with clothes and everything else he’d been saving up to leave for the both of them. “Come on. If you’re really up for this.”
Elliot moved to pull Seth closer, kissing him softly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, alright?” he asked, moving to grab his keys and opening a drawer to grab a large sealed envelope and shoving it into the backpack he had with him. “We’re in this together.” he promised, twirling his keys and reaching for Seth’s hand. “We’re getting out of here. New identities and everything.”
“So I’m told. And thank you,” Alec said with a charming grin. He shook his hand and nodded saying, “Magnus Bane.” The name rolled off of his tongue like he’d said it before, which he might have, to his sister. He sat back down the moment that Magnus had and kept his eyes on him, which wasn’t difficult to do. The photographer was stunning and it was a wonder he didn’t model himself. “I hope that I’m able to give you exactly what you were looking for. I’m sure you’ve seen some of my past modeling work and while I’ll admit that it’s not much, I’m very good at what I do.” And he wasn’t saying that to brag. Modeling was a lot like acting and he could put on a face just as well as he could pretend to be someone else.
“Yes, she told me how amazing of a photographer you are. So when I got your request, I couldn’t deny it. Don’t be surprised if she buys more from your line. Though I’ll admit that Isabelle has a bit too much of clothes.” Though he had a feeling that his sister would disagree. “Venice? Really?” Alec asked, leaning forward some in interest. “I’ve always wanted to go to Venice.” Money wouldn’t be a problem for him, but it was an extra perk to have everything covered. “Very well. I will show up, no worries about that. And we’re doing something today too, correct? Or is it just fitting me to some outfits.” And the one he would take home, Alec was actually looking forward to that. “I’m prepared to do whatever you ask of me.” And if Magnus hired him, he would certainly not say no to that. He finished the remainder of his coffee and sat the glass down. “So, what’s first?”
Magnus barely concealed the little shiver that ran down his spine as Alec said his name, giving a little nod. He leaned back as he sipped his tea and smiled. “I assure you, Alexander, when I ask for someone specifically? It’s because I know they can give me the results I want.” he promised. “I have never worked with someone I couldn’t get to give me what I want for a shoot, but I take particular pride when it comes to my personal fashion line. I only want to the best, and while you’re work isn’t as long winded as some other models, you’re certainly one of the best. More relaxed than other models are in front of the camera.” he explained, setting his cup down.
“Isabelle was amazing. She’s exceptionally beautiful and she knows it. I like having confident women in my shoots, but I prefer to have ones who enjoy the chance to help other women find confidence, too. Your sister is one such woman.” he said with a nod. “She is welcome to buy more of the line, as are you. My models get special treatment with my personal line.” Magnus smiled and nodded. “Yes. Isabelle’s shoot was in Rome, yours is in Venice. It’s a lovely place, you’ll enjoy it.” he promised. “We have a few shots for here, but most of those are for the department stores that sell the line. They like plain background things because they lack vision, but they sell my product, so I give them their mediocrity.” he laughed softly, moving to stand. “First, I’ll show you the line.” he replied, leaving his cup and motioning for Alec to follow him from the room and into the actual studio, the lamps and shades and backdrops all pristine, and a long rack along the wall was filled with clothes, but a section of about 30 outfits sectioned off. “Here is the current line, we’ll have them tailored to you today and you can pick whatever you like to take home after the shoot.”
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