Hunter Sylvester x reader (oneshots)

Dungeons and Dragons

I sat at the table nervously bouncing my leg. I only looked down at the table where my level 1 dwarf, Dobbins sat.

"And the Slippers of Spider Climbing go to Malmsteen of Gorgoroth." said the kid at the end of the table, nodding to my boyfriend, Hunter. Kevin, Hunter, and I have been trying to find a bass player and Hunter thought that this would be good way to do so. But, Kevin and I have never played so, we have absolutely no idea what is going on. I'm broken out of my anxious trance by Hunter's dad chuckling.

"What kind of girlie name is Malmsteen of Gorgoroth?" He asked, pouring himself a drink. I knew this was a bad idea. Hunter hates a lot of things. But his dad is at the top of the list. Frankly, I wasn't the biggest fan either. I knew we should've done this at my house. I balled my right hand into a fist placing the other on Hunter's knee. He gave me a glance that was hard to decipher.

"I don't know, dad. Why don't you ask one of your Real House Wives while your shoving water balloons into their tits."  He retorted looking down, scribbling something on his notepad.

"Plastic surgeon." Kevin quietly explained. He looked at me nervously from across the table. We both have known Hunter for forever and knew this was going to end badly. We just weren't sure how yet.

"Malmsteen..." Rex said, turning his attention to Hunter. 

Hunter sighed and dropped the dice onto the table. He looked up and I saw the smirk I've grown to love and hate. In this case, it was definitely the second. I quickly grabbed and squeezed his hand, hoping it would help at least a little.

"Well, Malmsteen just can't believe that a halfling rogue would be dumb and ungrateful enough to try and rip off a half-orc barbarian who just saved him from five ice toads. But he thinks he'll show mercy. Until he remembers mercy is for the weak. Malmsteen pulls out Hell Slinger, his +3 great sword-"

"Hunter." Kevin tries to reason, leaning across the table. I squeeze his hand a little tighter, giving him the same frustrated look as Kevin.

"...and tells Auriac Stormhollow to shut his glory hole," Hunter continues. "before he starts his first attack."

Kevin sighs and sits back in his chair. I know Kevin was a little angry with Hunter but, I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. Hunter's told me about how uncomfortable it was for him to stay with his not-present dad. He feels like has to defend himself every time they're in the same room. Hunter drops the dice and it clacks loudly against the wood table.

"Plus ten, that's a hit." Hunter says, keeping his eyes on Rex.

"Hunter, don't be an idiot." Kevin whispers, finally showing his anger.

"He runs the blade between the thief's ribs," Hunter persists. "Second attack," Hunter drops the dice again. "Uh-oh! There goes the leg," He says, still keeping his eyes on Rex.

"Hunter please," I quietly plead. "We might need him." He pretends not to hear me, but squeezes my hand back underneath the table. 

"And for the final attack," Hunter says and drops the dice for the final time. "Oh, shit. Head over to Dr. Sylvester's for some post-op implants," He stand up and make a sawing motion with his hands. "Because I just chopped off your dick."

I sighed, sitting back in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a sip of water. Goodbye, bass. When I heard Mr. Sylvester laugh again, I tensed. Hunter had grabbed my hand again, keeping me close. We both had the same temper, so he knew that if his dad said one wrong thing, he was getting sucker punched.

"Sure. Sure," Mr. Sylvester said, turning to look at his son. I couldn't help but give him a death glare for whatever bullshit he was about to say. "You just remember that those implants are what paid for your guitar, your incel action figures, and all your dumbs Satan-worship T-shirts!" 

"Deep breaths." I muttered to Hunter and myself while drawing circles on his hand.

"I'm gonna go play tennis," He yelled. "And did you see my American Express?" Hunter shook his head, opening his soda. Rex and Mr. Sylvester moved to leave.

"Where are you going?" Hunter asked Rex.

"Leaving," Rex growled. "This sucks compared to Call of Duty. Kevin, see you in class."

"Hunter, we were going to ask him to play bass for us." Kevin said, frustrated.

"It's for the best. We can never trust a guy like that." Hunter said shaking his head and scribbling something down on his notepad. Kevin shot me a questioning look. I grabbed Hunter's hand and lead him down to his room.

"What the hell?" Hunter exclaimed.

"You're asked ME what the hell? We needed him to play bass!" I said, exasperated. Hunter looked at his feet, disappointed. I sighed and pulled him into a hug. "Look, I know that your dad makes you uncomfortable and that's ok. But, Battle of the Bands is in like three weeks, and we still don't have a bass player." I said, pulling back. His brows furrowed.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just get pissed when my dad says shit like that." He whispered, playing with the ends of my hair.

"I know, hun. Trust me, I'm not a big supporter either. Just next time, let Kev and I help. Ok, love?" I said, stroking his cheek.

"Ok." He said pecking my lips.

We walked back out to the kitchen to where Kevin sat, still angry. 

"All you," I said pecking Hunter's cheek. "I'll be back later but I have to meet Robin at the mall," I said, gathering my things. "Love you Hunt. Bye Kev!"

"Love you too, Princess." Hunter said, sitting down, preparing to apologize.

"Bye, Y/N." Kevin grumbled.