Big Cats and Cowboys | A Striker x Reader Series

Rev

The feeling still persisted each and every time I saw Striker. Eventually, it got to the point I allowed the barista at the coffee shop I went to every week to set me up with her friend. Worse case scenario, I had a one night stand that would hopefully put Pandora back in her fucking box.

The friend turned out to be a really annoying professional gamer who made his living catering to middle schoolers. Going by the nickname, "Rev", he alternated between trying to get me to watch his videos and gushing about how cool it was that I was a grower. 

After some insanely pathetic begging to let him see my grow, I gave in, mentally wondering if I should just feed him to Shiva and be done with it. Striker raised an eyebrow in question as I led Rev past him back towards the flower rooms, a murderous look written across my face. 

"I've never seen this much weed before in my life," He gushed like an idiot. I leaned against the doorframe, watching him completely lose it over some plants that were just beginning to flower. 

When Rev turned back to me, it took everything I had not to punch him in his face. Before I could react, he had grabbed me, yanked me towards him, and smashed his lips against mine in a parody of a kiss.

"Fuck!" I swore, pushing back against him. 

"What?" Rev laughed, like my disgust was somehow amusing, "Can't I kiss my girlfriend?"

"I'm not your fucking girlfriend," I snarled, "Get out of my fucking grow."

His amusement vanished, the transformation turning him from annoying idiot to high grade creep, "You can't talk to me like that. I could cancel you."

"Fuck if I care," I spat back, thoroughly pissed now. 

"Is there a problem here?" Striker's voice cut through the tension like a knife. I turned to see the imp standing with a pistol drawn and a devilish grin spread across his face.

"I'm leaving, I don't have to put up with this shit." Rev hissed, pushing past us and out the door. Striker waited until the door slammed shut to turn his attention back to me. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice rough, almost as if he was surpressing a growl.

I nodded, opening my mouth to reply when an ear piercing wail of pure pain cut through the yard. Striker looked taken aback by the sudden noise, but I just signed, knowing I would be picking up stray body parts in the morning.