the devil in me.

HUNTER MONROE.         “i won't take anyone down if i crawl tonight. but i still let everyone down when I change in size, and I went tumbling down trying to reach your height, but i scream too loud if i speak my mind.” written by RORY. twenty-one years old. & in the EST zone.

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vampircbarbic:

“i would’ve - if your waiters weren’t so busy talking.” rosalie sighed while she studied her make up in her mirror. flipping it shut, the vampire looked back at the male. “but now that i have your attention i would love a cosmo. thank you.”

“don’t blame my waiters, they’re so busy doing their work,” hunter replied, rolling his eyes as the young woman checked herself out, his fingers drumming impatiently on the bar counter. “see? it’s not so hard coming up here and asking for a drink.” he turned around to prepare the drink.

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witchnora:

“hunter! friendly as ever, i see.” nora greeted in a friendly tone even though that side of her probably annoyed the monroes except for jax. “okay, well, i’ll have a lime virgin margarita then.”

“i’m not here to make friends, am i?” hunter shot back, rolling his eyes at nora’s friendly tone, but an unconscious smile slightly inching across his lips. “i’m sorry, long day with fewer clients.” he sighed as he prepared her drink, placing it on the counter. “--- how was your day? better than mine, i hope?”

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valentin-avraham:

Valentin gave the bartender an incredulous look before submitting - he was thirsty. “Whiskey, neat - and it’s Valentin.”

Hunter’s attitude remained unwavering even after Valentin’s look. “--- good,” he simply stated once the order was made, turning around to fetch the man’s drink. “--- Hunter. Now you might receive proper service. See? It wasn’t that bad.”

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( i have a terrible headache so bear with me, expect slow replies tonight. i won’t work tomorrow so if i don’t finish them all, they will be finished off tomorrow for sure. )

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nyalamoretti:

“You…astound me with those customer service skills,” Nyala teased as she approached the aforementioned bar. “Truly. Gold star for you.”

“Thank you, we try. We're a serious establishment that looks after its clientele,” Hunter retorted, a hint of a smile inching slightly across his lips. Placing a glass on the counter, he waited for her order. “We’re trying to reach two stars on yelp, so leave a comment after.”

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jacesilva:

“Chill guy. I was just waiting on someone. If it’s really a big deal charge me for water or something.”

“It’s Hunter. You can wait for someone with a drink in your hand.” Hunter turned around to fetch the young woman a proper drink, ignoring her request for water and placing it on the counter. “There. You’re welcome.”

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“ --- hey, you,” Hunter called for the other, tapping his fingers on the bar counter in an attempt to catch their attention. “Order something or get out of my bar.”

[ohmyaranea]

Send in a ❣ for a random kiss.

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ohmyaranea:

a shy kiss. 

a forehead kiss.

a cheek kiss.

a nuzzle kiss.

a neck kiss.

a hand kiss. 

a hug + kiss combo. 

a dying kiss. 

a bleeding / bloody kiss. 

an assertive kiss. 

a nonchalant / uninterested kiss. 

a kiss to your muse’s shoes. 

a blown kiss. 

a sad / crying kiss. 

a quick kiss. 

a happy kiss.

a teasing / sensual kiss. 

a platonic kiss. 

a clumsy kiss

a kiss of your choosing! ( requested by the sender! )

@valentinacaro, @malechaikydd, @johannawalkley​

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astronomiicals:

“ uh, yeah, NO, because my dad doesn’t really let me go to bars all that often, ” she says with a small laugh, before taking a quick glance behind her. “ on second thought, you know what? let’s just head to YOUR bar. these guys are giving me the heebie jeebies. ”

“That makes sense. You look AWFULLY too young to be hanging out at bars, or paying drinks to strangers at a parade, in that matter,” Hunter pointed out, waving a hand as he spoke. “Do you want me to give them a GOOD SCARE?” He asked, shrugging after. “--- fine, I guess, but no alcohol for you.”

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zivamason:

“— think of it as a BUSINESS DEAL, really,” she mused. “You will get to show off your CHISELED abs and you will also get paid for it – be careful though, some people might FAINT beause of DEHYDRATION.”

“Really?” Hunter asked, raising a brow at her. “I was only JOKING AROUND, but seeing as you have the whole thing figured out in your head, why don’t you join it as my business partner?”

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kitholloway:

“I think that makes you a male stripper.“

“I’m not removing ALL of my clothes, though, just the shirt.”

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prxgcny:

“MAYBE A LITTLE,” Kate held up a thumb and forefinger to demonstrate her words. “It probably does fall under some sub-genre of PROSTITUTION, but who does it really harm? People get what they want and your pockets get fatter. Win-win, right?”

Hunter shook his head, almost EMBARRASSED of asking such question. “What if I get caught, though? I think I saw Quinn walking around. If I go to prison, will you help me SMUGGLE good food in? Only the best that Verita’s has to offer.”

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chantelevans:

“hey, it’s pride! be proud of your smokin’ hot bod, right?”

“I’m proud of it, I am, but I’m feeling a little objectified over here.”

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ofrainas:

“Not prostitution, no —-” Raina began, raising an eyebrow with a BLAND look on her face. “—- but perhaps extortion. Though, i’m not sure WHICH person would be idiotic enough to pay for that.”

A sardonic smile pulled at the corners of Hunter’s lips as his eyes rolled. “Seeing as MANY asked me to take my shirt off in the past hour or so, I’m sure someone would pay for it. If that makes them an idiot, it’s their problem, not mine.”

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lycvnthrxpe:

“Nah, I’d call that taking advantage of a business opportunity,” Margot rephrased with a nonchalant shrug. “You could put some music on, dim the lights, get up on the counter. If you’ve got it, flaunt it.”

Hunter furrowed his eyebrows as the woman spoke, giving her a quiet chuckle. “--- and now you’re messing with me. I’m not a stripper, I know I’ve got the body for it, but I CAN’T dance to save my life.”

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chloeprentiss:

“Better you than me. I don’t think it would look too good if a nurse takes her shirt off here.” 

“--- I BEG TO DIFFER. I think you’d look great shirtless. Besides, this is Pride month, you should be proud of what is underneath your clothes. That, and because, boobs.”

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thedianamarshall:

The man of the hour had finally arrived. Diana had been waiting patiently for their encounter to occur. Seeing him for the first time felt like a dream. He had aged, she expected that. She cocked her head to the side after he posed his question. “I came for you, bunny.” A smirk danced across her lips when she used the pet name she had donned upon him nearly three years ago. The vampire stood up and closed the gap between them. Frowning she reprimanded him, “Now that’s no way to greet someone. Tell me you didn’t lose charm now, have you?”

Part of Hunter feared that he’d succumb to Diana’s seduction, that he’d forget, once again, the vow he took to become a hunter and the blessing he received from the witches. When it came to Diana, Hunter was WEAK. He barely had any self-control. “Don’t call me THAT,” he raged upon hearing the pet name she so often used to address him as, clenching his jaw. “Pardon my manners,” he mumbled through clenched teeth as one hand moved swiftly, pressing a knife to her throat, enough to make a small cut where the edge of the sharp blade met the skin. “— but this is how I greet LEECHES.”