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“Who’s gonna take care of Hunter Jr., then?” “Your hand?” I suggested. “Or an apple pie, if you’re into cultural clichés.”
I fear this is a reference to a movie I watched recently but I can’t remember the name of it 🫠🫠
When he got home, he took two plates of whatever the cook, Nora, had left on the stovetop to his room, armed with textbooks for his college courses, and slammed the door behind him with his foot. In the mornings, I’d find the plates washed and his bedroom door slightly ajar, the sound of him snoring softly seeping into the hallway.
imagining this is so cute
I owned exactly zero dresses. Belle and Persy, who were both much more voluptuous than me and therefore couldn’t lend me anything, jumped to my rescue.
RELATEEE!!! everyone around me has big tiddies, and I’m left with the chest size of a young boy
I trusted they knew I wasn’t the kind of chick to make a weird fashion statement a la Lady Gaga’s meat dress.
iconic but only suited for her 😭
Sailor: Let’s take a little detour—what does HHH stand for? HHH: Hot, Handsome Hunter, naturally.
I thought I was tripping bc I was like I swear they just said his name is Hunter Fitzpatrick 😭😭😭
Sailor: Why don’t you just tell me what you want? HHH: Why, I thought you’d never ask. A kiss. Sailor: From who? HHH: A flame-haired banshee.
Sailor: The kiss will mean nothing. HHH: Should’ve said that before I printed out our wedding invitations. Wear a dress.
I held him like he was made of glass. He held me like I was made of clouds.
She was surprisingly compliant for a girl who possessed the etiquette and cordiality of a rabid capybara (basically a giant rat—look it up. Real nasty pet choice).
Whenever I was around Hunter, I felt like my IQ dropped forty points.
LMAOOO
“All I’m saying is you’re wasting your time with Wilma Flintstone over here. I died a little listening to her salivating all over your lap. Don’t you have a friend to save you from this date from hell? Did she scam you into thinking she’s hot on Bumble? What’s going on? Y’all don’t look like a natural fit.”
aw I would have ran out crying, that’s so mean :(
I clung to my tattered self-control, keeping my wobbly chin up, although a part of me wondered how I was going to stitch my self-esteem back together after this. It wasn’t just torn; it was massacred.
ohh :(
In that moment, I wished I’d never laid eyes upon Hunter Fitzpatrick, because I knew with certainty that for all his spoiled ways, corrupted behavior, and obsession with pleasure, he was innately good, loyal, and courageous.
Just a few, soft hairs I wanted to brush away softly as I ate her pussy like In-N-Out after a night of partying.
LIKE IN N OUT???
I realized, as I stared at her really annoying face (which never failed to get my ass into trouble), that I’d missed being in the same room with her.
“Well, you have not-much tits.” “My breasts are fine.” “I don’t believe you. Let me have a taste.”
he’s so damn cheesy
How did I not realize Sailor Brennan had the most amazing goddamn smile in the entire goddamn world? She radiated. Her face glowed like candlelight, her eyes gleamed, and that mouth…her lips weren’t thin or boring at all. They were full and pink and had a dusting of orange freckles that I wanted to devour. Violently.
I was surprised to find her skin silky everywhere. The backs of her thighs were like pressed velvet, so soft I wanted to sink my teeth into her calf and nibble my way up to her pussy.
“Either you need something for that shoulder or you’re going to turn into a mutant monster. I’ve watched enough horror flicks to know you’d turn at the stroke of midnight, and I don’t want to be here in the morning when you make me your breakfast. Although, let it be known, I’d be happy to eat you out whenever you please.”
“Shut up.” She scowled. “Make me.” “How?” I wiggled my brows, and she dropped her head to the headrest behind her. “Ugh. Your mind is dirtier than a junkyard.”
I fell asleep on her carpeted bedroom floor, like a goddamn tweaker.
aw :,)
“Just so we’re clear, you may be my babysitter, but you don’t call the shots. You do not boss me around, you do not make stupid-ass decisions with your body. Finally, you do not fucking hunt me. I’m the hunter here, sweetheart. And you? The goddamn prey.”
I wanted to undress him. Inhale him.
“He’ll choose to believe the worst about me no matter what. Also, work is kind of a shitstorm ATM.” Yup. He was abbreviating at the moment.
is that an actual abbreviation???
“Fuck, you are easy to rattle. Your ass is so mine for the next five months.” “Get away from me.” But my words lacked conviction. They were empty, hollow, wispy. “Submit, prey,” he growled darkly. “Fight harder for it, Hunter.” “I’ll swallow you whole.” His breath caressed my cheek and ear, sending my hair flying with warmth. “You don’t know my kind. Arrow-proof.”
The place was dead, and you wouldn’t find any of the Fitzpatrick men in the library unless it was a trendy name for a brothel.
wait I’ve passed by a brothel called the library like twice in my life 💀💀
I ordered sushi that night. Not good sushi, either. Sailor always knew what to get, where to get it, and who made the best food in the city. The apartment felt extra empty without her.
“Shit,” she choked, her feet glued to the bathroom tiles. “What am I doing?” Me, in a second. “One.”
He was a lonely prince—untouchable, yet in need of a hug. Brilliant, yet deeply misunderstood. Sitting on a throne of broken expectations and disappointment. I wondered if he’d ever know he was smart and brave and goodhearted. I wondered if I’d be the foolish girl to let him in on that secret. I realized he was right. I was the archer, but he was the true hunter.
Jack and Jill counter,
currently googling whatever this is
Here was a man who may have been a joke in his own family, but to everyone else, he was a deity, and I didn’t want to join his religion. I didn’t want to worship him. Because I knew he was a god I could believe in.
“Looking up at me from your knees is a great fucking angle, so you may want to reconsider.”
I didn’t know why I wasn’t stopping him. I didn’t know why I even remained in the same house.
LMAOOO, no seriously I would have made moves to get out a while ago
Watching him watch me felt like being buried alive. Before his eyes landed on me, I’d felt like I was wearing the wrong skin, the wrong face. Because of his gaze, I felt beautiful, and that was seriously addictive.
He was my self-medication. My alcohol. My cocaine. My un-prescribed ADHD pill, designed to enhance my emotional performance.
My flesh was still sore from him entering me with his fingers and tongue yesterday. But every sore inch of me wrapped against him, squeezing and welcoming him like a vise. Welcome home.
“Are we okay?” He sloped his chin down. It was we again.
“The prince is not going to save you, aingeal dian. He is stuck in his castle, fighting his own battle. Are you ready to step out of your comfort zone and live?” he asked, almost brokenly. I’d never seen him so bare, so raw. “You have to let life touch you. Drown a little with me, baby.”
Suddenly, an overwhelming need to hug him consumed me, to a point where I wanted to squeeze the breath out of him until he knew he mattered to me.
“You are my butterfly, Sailor. And maybe I’m not Gerald’s flesh and blood, but make no mistakes—when I finally catch you, I intend to capture you, too.”
They always waited, watched, cared for me. Mom and Dad were my summer.
He kissed the side of my face, the silhouette of his features in my peripheral. He was so beautiful it squeezed my heart, making me want to cry.
“Priceless and worthless are the same sum, presented in different manners. Words make you or break you. By cursing, you reduce yourself to someone who cannot convey their feelings sufficiently.”
I’d willed myself to imagine Hunter walking away from me, saying goodbye one last time. I did it over and over again. I hoped the pain would subside with time—the more I envisioned it and the more I practiced. It never did.
“I hate you,” I muttered, and he replied by shutting me up with a filthy kiss full of tongue and teeth. But I meant what I said. I hated that he made me feel, that he’d ruined my plan to sail through life smoothly, without having to get hurt. I hated that he’d invited me to drown with him at his parents’ butterfly garden, and the stupid girl that I was, I had.
“I cannot keep you from making mistakes, because then you’ll never learn from them. The world is tough, and cruel, and mostly unfair. It’s our job to find a way to navigate our way in it. The more I shield you, the less chance you’ll have of surviving.”
The truth was, for the past few months, there was nowhere I’d rather be than with Hunter Fitzpatrick. He was my home, the little corner in the universe that understood me.
Sailor’s huge jade eyes stared up at me, the gold and gray in them glittering. Every muscle in her body looked tight and strained, and I found this moment to ponder the stupidest thing in the universe—if we ever had kids, what eye color would they have, between my deep blue and her wild green?
was the girl I wanted to talk to every day, all day, if I could. The girl who made me laugh. The girl who gave me a hard-on, not only up close, but just thinking about her. The traces of her scent alone made me want to hump the shower tiles. I hated that I cared about Sailor Brennan, that I couldn’t stop thinking about her, worrying about her, obsessing over what she was doing, thinking, DoorDashing. The little huntress had gone and conquered every inch of my brain, filling it with herself, and without my notice—without my fucking permission—slipped from my brain to my heart.
I couldn’t resist the chance to pursue her. I couldn’t forfeit the right to hug her, order DoorDash food with her, argue about who was a better tipper, and tell her about my day. Because those were the happiest moments of my life, and every single goddamn time I reached for my Dala horse and my neck was bare, I knew she had it—my one possession that meant something.
