Hunter Sylvester Oneshots/Drabbles/HC's

Lose It

A/N: Drabble based on song Lose It by SWMRS. Disclaimer: I don't support them but this song is an absolute banger so give it one good listen.

Hunter had fucked up and there was no going back.
He had slept with a few girls that meant nothing to him and he wasn't sure why. The band had gone on a small tour of Oregon and Hunter let the obsessed girls get ahold of him.

Of course you found out fast, Emily and Hunter were your ride or dies.
Your band of girls were not having it and you weren't going to take it.
You were upset and angry going through the five stages of grief over and over. For what seemed like forever but had been more like four hours.
So, what did you turn to? Your guitar and notebook.

You wrote out your feelings as you decided that you couldn't forgive him for what happened.
You had talked to Emily and Kevin when they got back and they supported your decisions.

Hunter was pissed when you showed up at his door and gave him his stuff back and told him it was over.
But he wasn't pissed at you. He was pissed at himself. This was his fault and he knew it.

"Fuck him," Emily nodded as she read over the song you had written. Both of you needed a well needed hang out session. The session before your high school hosted a local music show.
Your band, y/b/n, we're playing and so was Skullflower.

"Do you think I should play it?" You looked up at Emily.

"Yeah, I think he deserves to have to be put in his place. Plus it's a good song none the less, y/n." Emily nodded and handed you back the tattered notebook.

"Thank you so much for coming over and just talking." You hugged Emily as you made your decision to play it.

You and your band had practiced the new song plenty of times. As you stood side stage as Molly Coddle played. You guys were up next, you'd warn your favorite outfit and shifted your weight on your new docs your mom had gifted you.

"Ready, y/n?" Your bassist came over resting her hand on your shoulder momentarily. You nodded as Molly Coddle finished up and packed up your gear and you guys began to set up.

Then it was time, the stage lights flickered on and the band did a small introduction. You spotted Hunter quick. Standing off towards your guitarist more with Kevin and Emily.
His arms crossed as he looked like a kicked puppy. He loved watching you perform and you knew that.

"Tonight is a night for a new song." You smiled awkwardly flicking the long mic cable as you held the mic, "This one is called Lose it." You smiled as your band came in playing the mellow melody.

"When I first saw you, I made a mixtape
I didn't know you'd do the same damn thing
When I said goodbye to you, it went quiet
'Cause I didn't wanna feel any pain"

It was true you and Hunter were both music critiques and buffs. You both loved everything music. You liked a lot of metal but more indie rock being your style and Hunter could respect that. You had made him a mixtape on a CD and he made you a playlist.
You turned to music the night Emily texted you saying Hunter was sleeping with a fan.
You couldn't listen to any of it. It all reminded you of Hunter. All you were left with was silence and your tears.

"The last thing I want is another debutante
To take me away from my world (take me away from my world)
And I know that wasn't us, but it still got tough
So come on, come on
And tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?
Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it
When we drove up the coast, we had a soundtrack
We made it feel like a film on a reel
And our story didn't have a happy ending
But it still sounded good despite the way I feel"

You guys fell for each other fast and you dragged Hunter on a road trip to the coast to your aunts cabin so it could be just you two for a weekend.
You guys had made a collaborative playlist on Spotify and it really seemed like a teen coming of age movie. It was one of your happiest memories of Hunter.

"The last thing I want is another broken heart
To drive me to the brink of crazy (drive me to the brink of crazy)
In the end, I couldn't take it 'cause I knew we wouldn't make it
So come on, come on
And tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?
Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it
Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?
Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it"

Hunter stood in the crowd watching you softly sway your hips to the soft beat. He knew it was about him. Hell, almost everyone in the room knew it was about him. The schools 'loser couple'. You had only a few friends being your band mates and then Kevin and Emily.
Hunter knew he had fucked up so bad the moment after the girls would leave him and he'd see the texts from you on his phone. Every time he did it and he still continued to do it.

He deserved this, he was humiliated but he also deserved this humiliation. Clay had even shared some glanced and head nods towards Hunter as the song went on.

"In the end, we were just a couple kids
Who thought and fought our way around each other
There's a mark on the town the times we had around
But there's still some space for the rest of our lives
Sing it
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?
Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it
Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?
Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it
I'm gonna lose it
I'm gonna lose it"

You finished and said thank you to the crowd as you packed up. Maybe this wasn't the official end of you and Hunter but just the end for now. Maybe he just needed time to grow as a person. To recognize the beauty he had standing right in front of him, waiting for him.

You were hopping that the wake up call of the song would be enough for him to change his inflated ego.