I’m Gonna Need Someone To Write More Of This Man Please ✍️

Imagine: Having a threesome with the hunter Chris Argent and werewolf Peter Hale. 

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Tonight is gonna be awesome 👏😝

I legit can’t stand the tea blogs. Like all the people are wayyyy too sensitive and will bring up the past of the band/crew constantly just to feel relevant and have something to talk about. God forbid you disagree with them they lose their shit.

I just block them I’m not interested in their personal lives to be honest i don’t know them I’ll never meet them who am I to judge anyone. And I’ve no clue how they find this information it’s kind of creepy 😂

MEDUSA - Part Two.

REPOSTED VERSION!!!

This begins with the events of Part 1 seen through Noah's eyes.

Warnings: guns, talks of student loans, Y/N being a little sad about her life.

WC: 1.697 words.

Noah never really came to places like this. He guesses his friends had had enough of his behavior as of lately, and nearly forced (which is a strong word, Noah Sebastian never really does anything he doesn't want to do) him to go out and have some "fun".

One of his gun shipments got stolen that week, which is not something that has never happened before, but coupled with the fact that there is a rival group trying to take his place, his attention and stress was at an all time high.

He didn't know what he expected when he stepped into the club. He didn't arrive a minute before scheduled time, but he could notice the plush seats and the expensive golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Jolly has spoken really highly of this place, and he trusted Jolly, so he could say he was somewhat comfortable.

Nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen in the next 20 minutes though. He was in entranced as soon as you stepped through the door. Your robe falling loosely on the tops of your thighs and your elegant heels clicking on the ground. He could not keep his eyes off of you even if he tried.

He was done for by the time you sat on his lap, he was hyper aware of every sensation. Your weight on top of him, the contours of your body. He couldn't help himself, he knew he wasn't allowed to, but his hands had a mind of their own when he tried to reach out and touch you.

He was a little shocked and lot turned on when you whipped his hand away. This is so much better than anything he could've hoped for. And suddently he wished he had paid for an hour of this, instead of just 20 minutes.

When you reached for his lapels, a sign that you wanted it off, he suddently felt the weight of his gun that was tucked into his waist. Like an everyday accesory to him now, he completely forgot it was even there. He guesses they truly trust the patrons here, because he sure as hell wasn't searched before coming in to the room. Or maybe it was an unspoken rule only he wasn't aware of.

Even covered by the mask, he could tell you were a little taken aback by the hardware he was carrying. No words were shared between the two of you up until that point, but he suddently wanted to reassure you, tell you that he means no harm, that he truly forgot to leave it at the door, that he didn't mean to be an intimidating prick. But he had no time for that, because the timer went off, signaling that your time together was over.

He watches as you gather your things, spare him one last glance and shut the door behind you. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and runs the palms of his hands over his face. He now felt more stressed then when he came in to the club.

He doesn't know why he cares so much. He's shot people with intent before, he's held a pistol to many people's heads, never without the intentions of pulling the trigger, he's ordered his man to kill people before. Why does he care if a girl he's never met before feels scared of him? feels unsafe around him?

He thinks he really doesn't need this. He came here looking for a good time, and now he has your gaze burned in his irises and in his mind.

You, on the other hand, had no other clients for the night, so you decided to not stick around, because if you did, you knew that Ava would give you some meaningless task to keep you occupied. And you really needed some time to think about what has just happened.

His beautiful, almond eyes didn't leave your mind as you changed into the clothes you arrived in earlier in the day. You decided you were going to take your make up off at home, while taking a warm shower. You grab your bag, say goodbye to the girls and make your way to the back door reserved for staff only.

As soon as you came out into the open area, you see a black Escalade parked just a little to your left. It wasn't unsual, because there was also a back door reserved for patrons. Seconds later you see him stepping out. His suit jacket is back on, and as there was a magnetic pull, his eyes instantly land on your.

Even though you had your mask on the entire time you were with him, you knew he could tell who you were. You decide to just make your way to your car and hope that this guy isn't some freak. You knew he was definetly important, because he was cruising around in a Escalade. But just how important that he had to be carrying a gun all the time? You didn't stay to find out.

As you sit at the table eating your dinner, you contemplate about your life. You often do that. You don't hate your job, you're good at it and it pays you well, but sometimes you wish you worked somewhere more dignified. You wish you could tell people you meet or love interests what you do for a living.

You wish you had a dating life, you wish you were on Tinder and you wish you didn't find it so hard to be with a man who thinks it is okay for his girlfriend to be a stripper. But you know you're not going to have that. Your nursing diploma stares back at you as if it is laughing at you, mocking you.

You could've been working the night shift, complaining about your work hours and how the lunch at the hospital tastes stale. You could be taking care of people and feeling like you're making a difference in the world. But you're not, you're making a living dancing for powerful man, and if you're destined to do this for the rest of your life, you'll have to find a way to make peace with it.

Noah knew he shoudn't do this, knew he shouldn't dig himself a bigger hole, but he just can't help it. He knew it was you leaving the club at the same time he stepped out. The somber look on your face told him everything he needed to know, but he wanted more.

"Folio, I need you to do a background check on someone", he said as he approached his friend who was sitting at the table, laptop in front of him. Folio could look like a big Golden Retriever sometimes, but he was his best man when it comes to technology.

"Okay, what is their name?", he looked at Noah, slightly unintested, after all, he did this almost every other day.

"That is the thing, I don't have her name", he scratched the back of his head, actually looking a little flustered. He didn't catch your name, and you're sure the club just wouldn't divulge this information if he asked out of the blue. He could threaten them, but he tried not to be like that if he could help it.

"Oh. So it's a woman?", Folio looked surprised. "Do you think she has affiliations with the group that stole our guns?", he looked a little apprehensive.

"I don't know, that is why I was asking for that background check", Noah said as if it was the most obvious information ever. "She works at that Medusa club, I'm sure you've been there. She is a private dancer and mostly works backstage. I'm sure they have some kind of electronic system to keep track of customers, or even to pay their girls. See if you can find anything on that"

So he got to work. He tracked their billing information from the credit card Noah used to pay for your work, after that he could track the bank account the money was deposited to, and in les than 10 minutes he had your full name, adress and any other valuable information.

"Seems like her name is Y/N. She's been working there for a few years. She actually has an affiliation with NYU, she graduated there as a nurse before she started working at Medusa", Folio kept looking at your information, growing more curious by the second. Finally, he asked what he wanted to know "Noah, why are we after a nurse? You know we don't", he stuttered a bit, but kept going "you know we don't do women like, right?"

Noah looked at him, a bit offended by the implication, but responded anyways "I know that, dumbass. What? You think I'm going to kill her? Obviously not. I just needed some information and that is it. Send this to my phone, please" He turned to walk away and heard Folio muttering a "you're welcome, by the way", he laughed to himself, but didn't respond.

Minutes later, as he was walking up the stairs to his room, his phone pinged with all the information Folio could get on you. He laid on his bed and unlocked his phone, reading everything.

You graduated nursing school as one of the top students in your class. It seems like you never practised as a nurse though, because you started working at Medusa almost as soon as you graduated. He wondered why. You seemed like a bright person and extremely smart, so why not pursue the career you chose?

The next information gave him his answer. Your student debt was still not paid and it seems like it amounts to almost 150 thousand dollars. He suddently felt a pit in his stomach. Thinking about you having to do what you do to pay off student loans.

After sighing out loud and rubbing his eyes, he decided it was enough digging done for the day, and finally locked his phone, turned around and tried to sleep.

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