HIATUS// Ride 'Em Cowboy || Striker X Reader 18+

Ecstasy

You start to get up but stop in your tracks when Millie grabs ahold of your hand. She sighs, "Talk to me Y/N.." Huffing you slightly snatch your hand back, "Mills I said I'm fine. I just needed a booster to get back to work that's all." You gave her a half smile, but Millie was not buying it. "Alright, I won't pressure you to tell me but I know you." Millie shakes her head as she stands, She notices your dissociated look as the sweet blissful high is hitting you.

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I felt that familiar ecstasy, this time much more soothing than the last, wiping my pants off and stretching I watched as Millie started to head out of my room. I slowly and begrudgingly follow after her, I need to get my work done after all I have to make money somehow since I quit my job. 'You still kept your slutty outfits' "Oh shut up already." I tell my thoughts and shew at the air as if they were attacking me. I walk downstairs to see Moxxie with Millie on the couch cuddling, Ignoring them I hear the bustle in the kitchen all the voices, and know to just mind my business.

I begin to head outside to finish setting up for the harvest moon festival tomorrow, 'Where will I go after this?' I say to myself while pitching a tent, tying it down so it won't fly away. I continued like this for a little while humming a song in my head here and there, trying to pass the time by. 

A few minutes pass by and I hear footsteps approaching, I smirk to myself and turn on my heel eyes closed with a smirk on my face, "Well well well, look who-" I cut myself off "Blitz?" I immediately got embarrassed, I assumed it was Striker finally coming outside to help me. "Hey Y/N, so- well Lin and Joe told us about your situation and I figured IMP could always use a new actually wanting to do their fucking job associate." He does jazz hands as he speaks, trying to make the deal more enticing.

"Blitz I don't even fucking know what IMP is," I say folding my arms in frustration for even telling Joe and Lin anything, I thought I knew what kind of people they were but I GUESS not. "It's a killing bizz." He cuts right to the chase, "Do you want to make fuckin money or not?" he smiled, getting close to my face. I lean back and let out a laugh, "Why the hell not, It gives me a chance to keep my home." I shrug my shoulders feeling heavy and my eyes. 

blitz seems to take notice of my appearance and smirks, "OH you're on that good shit huh?" he wriggles his eyebrows, and I can't help but blush. "Something like that, just helps the time pass by I guess.." I lightly kicked at the dirt, then it was silent for a minute, Blitz was just staring at me. Like okay, I guess his mom never taught him staring was rude. I take the chance to check out his figure, he dresses nicely, to say the least. 'You gonna fuck him huh slut, 'I bet he's staring because you're just so fucking disgusting' 'Remember how good it felt to kill?' I shake away my thoughts.

Breaking the silence I finally speak, "Well thank you, but I-uh gotta get back to work now." I smile slightly and start walking back to the half-assed hung tents. "Oh shit right, ha-ha have fun sweating like a pig." Blitz looked extremely flustered and awkwardly headed back to the house. I quickly yell to him, "OH- Can you tell Striker to get his stupid ass out here and finally help me!" Blitz turns for a second, "KAY!" he replies.

Not even a minute later I sit down again, taking out my "cigarettes" and my lighter, This time I grab an actual cigarette, light it, and take a deep drag. Blowing out the smoke, feeling my high enhanced by the rush, I put away my lighter and "cigarettes" taking another drag. I hear oncoming footsteps once again but this time I stayed silent until I was being towered over. Striker was looking at me and he looked pissed off, "What's the matter prin-" Striker gets to my level and grabs my face, quite rough. "Don't ever talk to me like that doll~" he stared hard into my eyes, I was shocked, I didn't even know what to say. My cigarette slowly burns closer to my finger he releases his grip and stands back up straight adjusting his hat and jacket.

"Get up, you're clearly not upta par at the moment, I think you should just go back inside," he says coldly, yikes I thought we were maybe I don't know friends even a little bit. "While you were doing whatever it was you were doing, I- was out here doing OUR job." I stand up taking another drag, hurt by his actions. His tail lets off a low rattle, 'Why is he so irritated' 'I didn't even do anything'. "I coulda done a better job goddamn blindfolded." he retorts, grabbing the cigarette from my mouth and taking a drag, I flinch when he gets close to my face again. "well-well.. why don't you just finish the job then." he takes another drag as if he didn't even hear me. "And stop smoking my shit." I snatch the cigarette back shaking slightly. 

"Just stay outta my way when I'm workin' alright?" he pinches the bridge of his nose, and his gravelly voice makes me coo. He turns to look at you once again, and I blush "Alright fine, I bet I can finish faster anyway." I chuckle to myself, finishing my cigarette and flicking the butt. "Oh yeah huh? Is thata bet?" He smirks, his gold tooth flashing at me. I step closer to him and smirk "you're fucking on cowboy~" he steps closer and lets out a low chuckle, "you're on darlin~" once again that fucking voice, oh satan.

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Little does Y/N know Striker saw the whole thing with Blitz, that's what set him off, he didn't know why but in a way it just made him unknowingly irritated. He barely knows you and he shouldn't give a fuck but for whatever satan forsaken reason he does. Honestly, he wanted you to go inside because he was worried you would pass out again, having to deal with you so often is getting to him. You have a look In your eyes like a deadly lost puppy, he knows Blitz saw it too, but why should he worry he has a job to do and you are not a fucking part of it. Once he finishes what he has to do he never wants to see you again. Right?