#╰ * 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 » filled under ; hunter holloway

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@apt30mess liked this for a lyric starter or two.

"Look, I don't wanna fight you. I said that I liked you, but I was wrong. I bought it, don't want it, now I'm returning that shit."

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@th-angelical

"moooom!" he almost whined. always somehow reduced to the little boy he once was when talking to his parents. "can you please just talk to james holloway for me? he canceled my card and i know he did so i'll talk to him, but i don't want to." hunter pouted. "why can't he just leave me alone and in peace?"

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@th-angelical liked this for a lyric starter or two.

"you are just not pretty enough to be my girlfriend, okay? i only date ten's and you are—" hunter shrugged. "a nine at best. it's not my fault you look like that."

[whileurmine]

open to: m/w/nb character: hunter holloway. 21. asshole, just complete fucking asshole. full of rage. incapable of expressing a feeling. plot: could be that ur muse is the only human being in the world for whom hunter can express himself. or could be that he is being actually unreasonable and spoiled and he's never there for your muse actually but still somehow manages to ask that your muse be there for him. u decide truly.

"why the fuck can you never be here for me, huh? i'm always here for you, no matter what, no matter when. you ask and i show up. you need and i provide. and then i ask for the bare fucking minimum and you act like i'm fucking unresonable!"

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"Well, it's a pretty significant part of the overall experience, if I'm being fucking honest." It wasn't that the sex he'd had before was bad, it was just that sex was her was great, fucking amazing, wonderful, incredible, the best fucking time he had in a while. It was hard not to have that as a main concern.

"What the fuck are you trying to say, Kennedy? I'm gonna need you to get it out in a way that doesn't give me a fucking heart attack."

There honestly was part of Kennedy that wanted to smile at the idea of her being the best sex he'd ever had. But that was very quickly over shadowed by the way he was ranting at her.

"Hunter, would you stop yelling at me? You didn't even let me finish my sentence - and seriously, you only care about the sex?"

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"i was just trying to explain to you why the fuck she was all over me." hunter rolled his eyes. "what the fuck do you want me to do, huh, lily? pretend you never left?"

"if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone, i would've asked you."

open to: f / m / nb.

muse: liliana "lily" sanchez. twenty-one. pansexual.

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"well, fuck." he had to blink back, taking a second to steer the world back into its axis. hunter would not admit she had just hurt his feelings. he refused to. "if you hate me that fucking much why even talk to me, huh? just tell me to fuck off, alexandra."

open to : males, females & non binary babes! muse : alexandra bennett, college student.

     “ you said it was true love, but wouldn’t that be hard? you can’t love anyone ���cause that would mean you had a heart. ”

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"some shit about how i'm repeating patterns i learned or something." he raised one hand from the wheel to add air quotes to his mocking tone. "i don't fucking know." hunter was too blinded by rage to recollect it in its entirety. had been the moment his therapist mentioned the similarities between his fathers behaviors and his own. ridiculous. it was ridiculous. "im not repeating shit. i'm not making dumbass kids to then ignore them, not getting a dumbass wife to then cheat on her." well, maybe he had cheated on a few exes, but that barely counted, right? wasn't as serious. surely he wouldn't do it if he had gotten married. "i'm not going to that therapist anymore. fuck her."

"did they not clarify what they meant by that?" bear questions with authentic curiousity, though he's by far rushing to his defense, to reassure him that it's not true. after all, it's more than likely the reality of the situation. from his experience, and that toxic part of his mind, he couldn't help but relish in the notion of the other man being humbled a little. still, he plays his part well. reaches to give his knee a squeeze. "what ways would you say you could be considered like him?"

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"Right, right, yes, totally." His smile was a terrible thing, "Let me guess, all those times I had you moaning my name was just pretend? But baldy got you going, huh? Am I supposed to feel bad about myself now?" There was a laugh, A terrible cruel sound. A perfect imitation of cold detachment. Inside his chest, Hunter's heart was crying a plead for attention. He had perfected the art of ignoring it. "Is this the part where you beg me to get back with you or do I have to wait a week for you to get drunk and call me in the middle of the night?"

she shot him an incredulous look, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of disdain and dramatic flair. "oh please, as if i was truly all that concerned with his hairline or your opinion in the first place." she scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. she had to admit, she hated how he could read her like that. it was so frustratingly annoying how easily he could see through the act. it wasn't fair. not when she could barely tell what he was thinking. "he was a good and easy lay, kind of like you but at least it was good."

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"oh, come on. be fucking for real, oliver." hunter sighed, rolling his eyes. "don't act all butthurt like you suddenly hate me now. that's not fooling anyone." a step closer. hunter settled a heavy hand on oliver's shoulder. "it's not about fucking, okay? i can fuck whoever i want whenever i want. you are just not gonna be happy with me. you are the meet the parents, have dates multiple times a week, hold hands all the time type. and i'm, i'm not into any of that shit."

oliver avoided the others eyes. the blows wouldn't stop and each one stung more and more. being good looking and fun still didn't seem to make him feel better. "low maintenance," he repeated. "you want someone to fuck and then leave you alone." finally he looked at him. "i want to actually like get to know you and not just fuck you. thats too needy right?"

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"i don't give a shit. fuck her." that wasn't true, he knew it wasn't true the moment he had said the words out loud, but it felt true enough. "break up with her, this is not middle school, alright? she doesn't get to call dibs on you. i don't know. or we can keep this hidden. i'm not asking for a public declaration on instagram or some shit, i mean, who gives a shit, dante? come on!"

dante sighed exasperatedly and pinched the bridge of his nose to keep himself from snapping. “hunter, i’m dating your sister too, i can’t keep doing this.” he couldn’t help but smile for a brief second, “thank you for saying i’m the best sex you ever had, and trust me, i feel the same about you, but i was with her first. it wouldn’t be fair to hurt her."

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She did look bothered, yes, he could see that, but Hunter wasn't entirely sure he got why. Expressionless features staring down at her. "So... we agree, right? We don't want to date each other. Why are arguing then?" So she was lying, pretending she didn't want him? Who cared? If that was what she needed to protect her ego from the truth. "We can just keep getting high together and having sex. I mean— It seems to me like we are both on the same page, I will be honest."

Sophie laughed. It was a chuckle at first, then a full blown laugh. "You are such an idiot. You are such a clueless idiot, that it is funny, really." The woman stood closer, and even if he was taller than her, managed to get her head as close as humanly possible. "I'm not dating material? Why don't you take a hard look at the mirror, buddy? Two fucking meters of daddy issues and a pretentious superiority complex. I wouldn't date you even if you were the last man on earth and you were begging me on your knees."

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"all the fucking time, phoebe!" he protested. how was it that they always ended up like that? in screaming fights. in ridiculous arguments? why was nothing in this world ever easy? "everything i fucking do, i do for you! you say jump, i ask how high. and every time i fucking need you, you act like i'm the most entitled asshole in the world!" and maybe he was. maybe this was all entitlement. but if a healthy relationship meant he couldn't ask for any of it, then hunter didn't want a healthy one. "what's the point of having a fucking girlfriend if you won't even be around for me when i need you? a fleshlight will do what you do and with a lot less whining!"

phoebe laughs. she can't help it, despite the seriousness of the situation. it's just the simple fact that she can't believe what she's hearing. "are you on another planet or something? when have you ever been there for me?" granted, phoebe's never asked because she's too stubborn to ask for help. but still . . . "you are being unreasonable right now. i have a life of my own so sorry i can't be here to comfort you and your fragile ego when you want me to."

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He jerked his head in her direction, "I don't think that!" Before turning back to the road. The car swerving ever so slightly as he made sure to fix its path. It was fine, he was fine, this was fine. "And I'm not defensive either." Hunter scoffed, his best attempt at emulating indifference. He wasn't like his dad. He was nothing like his dad, actually. Not one bit. "I'm nothing like that asshole, alright? I wouldn't cheat on my fucking wife, I wouldn't be a douchebag to my kids. I never fucking broke any walls with a punch." His gaze flickered in her direction, "Do you think I'm like him?"

This was a typical day it seemed for Avery since meeting Hunter, kind of constantly scared for her life when he was driving, especially driving when he was emotional over something. Not that she tried to make a huge deal about it because she deeply cared for Hunter and didn't want to see him get hurt Or herself. Even if it felt all feelings were one-sided Avery let him use her in every way possible emotionally. "did you ever think that maybe the reason you're getting so defensive over that is because maybe you also think that?" she asked a possible bad move but while being his ear to listen she also wanted Hunter to see when he could be wrong, even if it was wishful thinking.

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"Jesus fucking christ, Kennedy!" He was yelling, yes, he didn't need to be yelling, no, but he was about to lose his goddamn mind, "Spit it out!" Falling back in his bed with a loud and terrible sigh. Practically throwing his bed on the bed.

Hunter picked one of the pillows and held it up to his face. Just so he could scream into without having the stupid fucking neighbors call the police or something. What a frustrating goddamn human being. If she wasn't so fucking pretty and hot and nice and perfect and—

He forced himself to take a deep breath. Forced his voice to lower, "Can you please, fucking spit it out?"

Kennedy scoffed, rolling her eyes. She twisted to face him on the edge of the bed from where she was half dressed, this really wasn't the time or place she wanted to be having this conversation but he was an impatient boy with an attitude.

"Would you stop snapping at me for like thirty seconds? Maybe then I could actually think and speak, without feeling like you are going to interrupt me, Hunter. Just settle, for like one minute of your life, it wouldn't kill you."

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"calling me doesn't count for a fucking hobby, oliver." hunter rolled his eyes. letting out a large sigh. he was tired of having oliver attached to him like a fucking koala, it was all. hunter needed to breathe. "look you are fun, okay? you are good looking, you are alright. i'm just— i don't think i'm the guy for you. you just need too much. and i got enough shit going on. what i need is low maintance."

needy. fuck that stung. he knew he had been spending a lot of time texting him, maybe calling him, hanging out with him, but they were going to date weren't they? thats what oliver thought anyways. "hunt i just thought that like," that you liked me. he couldn't say that. it was far too embarrassing to say out loud. "i have hobbys," was all he could muster as he tried to not let himself cry.