Your Living Dead Girl<3 {hunter sylvester x reader}

chapter idek at this point

I have blood and thunder playing through my headphones as we leave school, Hunter starts to look panicked and runs to where I remember him parking his car, oh no.. what happened now???

I walk over there and fuck, there's people and Hunter's car is absolutely fucking destroyed. Shit. "Hey, it's fine I can drive you guys home. Don't worry."
"Thanks, but now I need to buy a new car."
"Don't worry, I'm pretty loaded, I can get you new one."
"You don't have to."
"But you want me to, anyway, guys, come on. Kev can you call a truck or something to pick up the car?"
"I don't know, maybe..?"
"Good enough for me! Come on, children!"

-

"Hunterrrr, I'm boreddddd."
"Yeah, well, Kevin's coming over so maybe he has something for us to do?"
"Oh why didn't you tell me?" I ask, sitting down on his lap, NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY, I SWEAR.

"Because I couldn't be bothered."
"Excuse me?? Rude," I roll my eyes playfully.
"Hey, guys." Kevin walks down to the basement with.. Emily following him?? "Emily??"I half yell,
"Yeahh, hi."
"Why did you bring her?" Hunter asks
"She could play cello instead of a bass player."
"No, Kev, for the last time, Hunter and I think that's a bad idea."
"But we have like, two weeks. And she can learn everything in two days!"

"It's nothing personal, Emily.. it's just, you're not consistent with the image we're trying to project.. like I told Kevin."
"Is it because she's a girl?"
"What the hell Kevin? Do you not see me as a girl?"
"No, I do, but Hunter knows you."
"Anyway, no."
"Well.. what about, Joan Jett? Doesn't she.. rock?"
"Um- the- what about the runaways??"
"Kevin, that is Joan Jett." I say,
"Ok, well there's.. Lita Ford,"
"She's also in the runaways, though."

"And there's um... there's uhh, what's her- What's the one with the song-?"
"Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin." Hunter says, clapping out Kevin's name like, 100 times."Kevin, we are a metal band. We are not an indie metal band. We are not an alt metal band. We are not a sort-of metal band. We are a metal band and to have a cello player instead of a bass player would be completely gay." Hunter says, eventhough, he has tons of posters of guys with their cocks out. "You've got to take all that into context." He mutters, noticing everyone looking at the posters.

"Gay? Gay-? Our band is called Skullfucker. Skull. Fucker. You named it that to impress girls? We're gonna die virgins in a band called Skullfucker!"
"I meann, you might?" I look away from Hunter, knowing if I do he'll smirk at me and I'll be the human equivalent of a beet-root. (Not a good look btw)

Kevin looks confused for a second but he realises that he said that infront of a 'potential mate'. "What I meant was- I'm not-"
"Oh, come on. Like she didn't know." Hunter says, making me bite down on my hand to stop laughing.

-

So, Kevin was a dick to me and Hunter. We could handle that, sort of.. but what we couldn't handle was that our band was falling apart. I bang my head against the wall, startling Hunter into waking up,"Oh, cocks, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up!" I say, walking over to the bed and laying down with him.

I turn over, on my side and put my hand on the back of his neck. He moves closer to me, so he can whisper into my ear,"You're pretty,"
"You too," I whisper back, giggling quietly as he playfully rolls his eyes.

My stomach goes on a fuhking roller coaster when he kisses me on the forehead,"I love you." That's the first time he's ever said it,"Oh, uh- I- Love you too.." I stutter uselessly.

"I'm boreddddd," he drawls, looking over at me mischievously."Oh, really? What do want to do?" I smirk,
"You." He says, making me lose my composure.