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

You're a what?

I feel my eyes flutter open and to my dismay, Striker is nowhere to be seen in the room. I let out a heavy sigh and sat up, stretching while looking around the dull room, the paint pealing as we spoke. The room was quite lit due to the fact the blinds were broken and nobody closed the ripped curtains. I groan at the fact it's so bright and slowly get up walking over and closing the curtains, "It's too early for this." I huff to myself. I walk over to the side of the bed and slide my boots on, the blood now stained into them. I am left alone with nothing but my thoughts, and I can't help but wonder if Blitz ever came back to look for me. 

The bathroom door opens and reveals Striker, he looks attractive, and I feel myself blush at the sight. His vest was undone and he had no boots or hat on, on top of it his bandana was in his hands and I watched as he tied it around his neck. "Liken what you see darlin'?" He chuckles and smirks. I just shake the thoughts again and sit down on the bed, "You promised you would explain, so explain." Striker begins buttoning his vest and sliding on his boots, "Gettin right to the point huh." I just roll my eyes in response, "Well..." I push on.

"Alright, well I'll just cut to the chase then. I'm an assassin and I had a hit on the Goetia Prince." He shrugs as if this was old news, I feel my mouth agape, "I'm sorry you're a what?!" Strikers tail rattles as he gets closer, leaning down to your level, "Did I stutter?" He spits. I just sit shocked, so many emotions flooding my head, I knew for a fact I wanted to go home. "I want to go home now Striker." I stand up and lightly shove him out of the way, heading right for the door my pace picking up. Right before I reached the door Striker was in front of it already, his face looking dark and twisted. I began backing away from him and it just made him step closer. "Tell anyone, and I won't hesitate to fucking kill you." He grabs my face and his eyes have a crazy look to them, I feel my heart start racing not knowing what to do. I panic and grab my pocket knife from my boot, hidden in between a fold. Striker seems to take notice and wraps his tail around me slinging me to the side of the room, I gasp for air as I hit the floor, the knife dropping from my hands, I grab my side in pain and see Striker slowly approaching.

"OKAY I promise I won't, please stop.." I plead to him, and suddenly he freezes, I back myself against the wall grabbing my side in pain. I flinch as he approaches and holds a hand out, his face full of regret. I sigh still clutching my side and take his hand, he lets out a heavy huff and helps me up. I was expecting an apology but he pauses before he speaks and clicks his tongue, "I'll take you home." A weight feels as if it were lifted off your shoulders, "Thank you." is all I manage to say. Striker finishes getting dressed, slings his jacket on, and finishes it off with his hat, something told you to stay but there were too many consequences, and how would this make Millie feel?  I decided to wait till Striker was ready to leave, to avoid him assuming I would run away. 

Once he finishes getting ready he grabs my hand gently and we finally leave this hell hole. Striker whistles calling out to Bombproof who is just around the corner, Striker climbs onto him and extends his hand, you take it and he pulls you up behind him. "Alright lil' lady now hold on." I scoff, "I don't need to-" I get cut off by Striker yanking Bombproof's reins and lightly hitting his side, immediately Bombproof takes off quite quickly too. I quickly wrap my arms around Striker holding on tight not wanting to fall off mid-gallop. He just lets out a low chuckle as we continue on, after a few minutes I lean into Striker, my tail wrapping around myself as I enjoy his scent for what may be the last time. I could feel myself practically melting into him, he felt oh-so dangerous but so comforting all at the same time.  

We reach the farmhouse, and after what seemed like forever, "Right, you don't know where I live." I laugh nervously, I hop off while Striker hands me a paper, "Don't worry doll' I'm sure we will see each other again." He smirks before quickly fleeing the scene, I grip the piece of paper, tears filling my eyes, and I feel alone. I open the paper and it reveals a phone number, assuming it is his I clutch onto it and tuck it in my boot. I make my way to the home noticing nobody seems to be home not even Millies' siblings. I ran into the home and grabbed all my belongings packed them again, and grabbed my car keys and my phone which was in my room still plugged in. Tears streaming down my face I run to my car and toss my belongings inside before starting to car and driving away quickly before anyone comes home. I notice I have over twenty missed calls and texts from Millie. Huffing I turn on the radio trying to distract my mind from all that has happened. 

Unknowingly a certain cowboy was trailing behind making sure I got home safe, but at a distance in which I never noticed. After hours of driving, I finally reach imp city, the smell is horrific and reeks of rotting corpses and factory smog. Parking my car near my apartment, but not close enough so someone could follow me. I quickly grab all my belongings and head for my apartment, unlocking the door and opening it to the smell of vanilla welcoming me inside. I let out a heavy sigh my eyes puffy and red from the crying. I lock the door behind me and toss my belongings to the couch, I go to my cabinet and grab a bottle of red wine. I need a drink after all this, just something to take the edge off. I glare at the open vodka bottle and grab that as well, pouring myself a disgusting mixture of vodka and red wine. 

After about an hour of drinking and putting all my belongings away, I sit on my couch and call Millie back. The conversation consisted of Millie yelling and crying, and me crying and yelling back. She was so worried she had lost me again after just reconnecting with me, I told her I would be at work tomorrow in drunken slurs, she was able to make out what I am saying, and after ensuring I was safe and okay the call ended. I finish my bottle of wine and take another shower, getting into my cozy pajamas, weeping at the fact the scent of fresh cedar and cigarettes is no longer around, that smile, the cuddling... Gone. I go to my boots and take the piece of paper out, inputting the number in my phone and saving the contact as SneakySnake. 

I had no issue with the job he has, I mean it's hell after all, my issue was keeping the secret from the others especially Blitz, considering that bird was all over him. The royals aren't all terrible I only have issues with certain ones from my past. After plenty of drunk thinking, I text him 'I hope you're safe'. I hesitantly send the text, a pit growing in my stomach and the feeling of vomiting becomes very prominent. I gag and run to the bathroom emptying my stomach into the toilet, brushing my teeth right after, and staring at myself in the mirror. I looked so thin, I hadn't eaten in almost two days and it really showed, for the first time I felt good looking at myself. 'Starving yourself is the answer' 'Look at the curves'. 

Not long after I receive a notification on my phone, I gulp and it feels as if I swallowed a rock, turning my phone over to see it's just Millie sending the work address, I set an alarm for tomorrow. I let out a huff and trail back to bed, getting all cozy in the bed before tossing and turning a few times into slumber. 

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The next day. Your alarm clock goes off

You groggily get up and get changed, putting on a pair of black shorts, a white shirt that is a little big, and your boots, of course, clean underwear. You brush your hair and decide if you want to bring something to eat, but ignore your howling stomach and make your way out the door, pulling your phone out to follow directions. Since the building was so close by you didn't need to take your car, you locked your door and headed to work. Dreading the questions they will have once you get there. 

This is going to be interesting.