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

Striker

Striker begins to head into the house due to the fact it is getting close to the time when Stolas curses the crop with the harvest moon. He knows his job needs to be done, and he has to do it now, whether you want to join him or not. While the whole house scene with Moxxie and Millie is happening you are still thrashing about trying to get anyone's attention, you manage to sit up and drag yourself to the door, banging on it as hard as you can, tears rolling down your face while your thoughts race. Finally a couple minutes after relentless pounding on the door it opens, to reveal Blitz. An extremely worried and confused look on his face and he rushes over to you untying your hands and taking the tied cloth off your mouth, you continue to burst out into tears as Blitz hushes you, holding you close to him, he notices your neck bleeding lightly and you can almost feel him become enraged. "Did he do this to you.." Blitz questions you coldly, you just shake your head no in response. For a reason you cannot understand you felt something for Striker, and you knew Striker was not biting you to hurt you but instead it was bites full of lust. "C'mon get up, we have to find the others." Blitz gets up and holds his hand out to you, a sincere look on his face and a gentle smile. You take his hand finding yourself weak from all the thrashing and fall into him, he catches you both, "Whoa whoa slow down, here sit here and I'll be back for you I promise." he sits you back down and quickly runs off to find the others. you continue to cry feeling so used and useless, you try to get up again but the soreness in your knees causes you to fall yet again. 

about five minutes pass by and you hear footsteps coming, expecting to see Blitz you are shocked to see Striker, he quickly scoops you up off the ground bridal style and runs off towards the stables. he is bleeding and breathing pretty hard, "Striker! What's happening?! Why are you bleeding what's going on?!" you begin freaking out while grabbing onto his jacket, he doesn't respond instead he just holds you closer. "Please talk to me, you're bleeding for satan's sake!" Finally arriving at the stables he pulls Bombproof down by his reins and hops on with you still in his arms, "Stop worrying so much doll' I'll explain later." You scoff frustrated by his answer, "NO I want answers now Striker." You try and push yourself out of his arms, but his grip tightens. "Will you calm the fuck down lil' lady, I promise I'll explain when we get somewhere safe." you sigh and just stay quiet, by his tone you could tell he wasn't joking around and his face said it all. he was in pain and pretty pissed off so for him to remain calm when speaking to you surprised you.

Striker tugs on bombproof reins with his hand he isn't using to support me in his arms and bombproof begins sprinting quite quickly.  you hold onto Striker as hard as you can, not wanting to fall off, you can't help but stare at his still bleeding injury. After about ten minutes of riding in the middle of nowhere, we finally reached a motel. As if Bombproof knew where and when Striker wanted him to he stopped near the entrance. Striker grunting from the pain, speaks softly to you, "Can you walk darlin'?" You let go of his jacket and slide down the side of Bombproof, losing your balance at first but regaining it quickly. "I think so..., where are we?" Striker groans as he hops off Bombproof, grabbing your arm and dragging you to one of the many rooms, sighing you just hold his arm back, letting him take you. 

When you both reach the room he looks around before entering, you decide to look as well and notice Bombproof has gone well somewhere. Quickly entering the room Striker closes the door shut, flicking on the light next to it. You look around and find the bathroom searching for a first aid kit, upon finding one you quickly grab and and come out to see Striker removing his jacket, his tail letting out a low rattle. Blushing at the sight of him undressing you quickly shake the thought, "Please let me help you." you insist, he just stares at you before taking the kit from your hands, "I can handle myself, just go an clean up. You're filthy." he says coldly. You scoff and fold your arms, "Y'know Striker, you confuse me- first, you treat me like shit, then you joke around with me, then you kiss me and tie me up, and finally drag me out to satan knows where and when I try to help you just act like a fucking dick again." You take a deep breath and huff, "What is going on and WHY are you treating me this way." You feel yourself start shaking and the tears brim in your eyes. Striker sighs and comes closer to you, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, "Doll I told you I will explain, just go take a hot shower to clear your head." His words were soft and sincere, and those eyes fuck those eyes. Sighing you nod your head and go to the shower. You felt dirty and despised the thought of putting on the same underwear. 

Locking the bathroom door behind you, you turn on the hot shower, stripping yourself from your clothes, you decide to wash your underwear in the sink, using the soap provided and you will just let them air-dry while you shower then blow-dry them after. Taking your boots off and grabbing your lighter once again, you feel the tears building up as your thoughts pound away in your head. Taking out your box of "cigarettes" grabbing the smaller roll, and lighting it, shaking you take a deep hit and put the blunt out a second later. Coughing from the hit you took, you step into the shower and let the warm water fully submerge you. Meanwhile, Striker had taken care of his injuries and put on a fresh shirt and vest, putting on his bandana and taking off his hat. Striker takes a deep breath his thoughts running wild, then gets a whiff of the weed in the air. He chuckles to himself knowing you can't help yourself, he goes into his jacket and takes out a lighter of his own a fancy one with a rustic look to it, then takes out one of the loose cigarettes he has and lights it. He kicked his boots off and pulled out his burner phone, dialing a number to discuss what had happened. 

Thirty minutes pass by and you finally emerge from the bathroom, eyes bloodshot. You walk over to the couch and lie down, looking at Striker sleeping on the bed, he looks so peaceful. You watch him slowly breathing and decide to turn the light off and sleep as well, getting up to turn it off you notice his hat, you tiptoe over to him and pick it up gently off the rack. Walking back to the bathroom and put it on, attempting to admire yourself in it, examining your figure. You hear footsteps approaching and quickly turn around only to be slammed into the bathroom wall, you gasp and look up to see an extremely pissed-off Striker towering over you. "Striker I-", He lets out a low rattle and bends down to your ear, whispering in a raspy voice, "Never. Touch my fucking hat." He stands back up snatching his hat off of you, "Come to bed." Your heart is racing and you feel your face extremely heated. "I said come to bed," he speaks again coldly. You quietly follow behind him and get in bed, staying as close to the edge as possible, he sighs and lays down next to you, pulling your body close to him, and spooning you. You flinch and tense up at his actions you high making everything feel foggy. He scoffs, "You smoke too fucking much, you reek." You sigh, "I know but.. it keeps the bad thoughts at bay, even for just a minute." You turn to face him, nuzzling into his vest, taking a whiff of that sweet scent he lets off. "Darlin' you do something to me." he sighs holding you close to him, tossing a book at the light and flicking it off. "Goodnight Cowboy.." You sigh, "G'night darlin'." 

You both fall asleep. For tomorrow hell breaks loose.