𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻~(striker x y/n fem reader)

21 WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Y/N's POV:

I walked out of my apartment to put my rubbish in the large dumpster outside the building but immediately dropped everything and gasped once i saw what was infront of me.

Laying, bleeding and coughing on the ground was a, on the brink of passing out, Blitz. He looked all beaten up and horrible, what happened?..

I rushed over to him immediately, dropping to my knees and gently cradling his body in my lap as a put my hand to his head and looked at him with a worried expression.

"Blitz!.. Blitzo!! don't pass out... oh my goodness!!"

I immediately picked him up and rushed to my apartment, carefully laying him down into the sofa and panting at how heavy he was.

Despite my sudden fatigue from lack of strength i was still able to rush over to the bathroom and pull open the medication cabinet, throwing practically everything on the floor as i pulled out this massive med kit and came stumbling back over to blitz.

I looked down at him with fear in my eyes, gulping and feeling my hands shaking as i watched his body curl into a small body.

He had bruises and bites and cuts all over him.. who could've down this.. what happened..

I leant down and gently started to tend to his wounds, being extremely careful and immediately pulling away anytime he showed any discomfort or pain.

I looked down at this poor imp, now covered with bandages and wrapped up in a fluffy blanket as he looked so weak and fragile.

This wasn't the Blitz i knew..

He was normally so tough and loud and outgoing! who couldn't done this to him?..

I slowly walked over to the kitchen and put the kettle on to make some tea, slowly walking over to the chair that was as face towards the window and looked down upon imp city.

It was so large and the amount of people dying and coming down just continued to grow with each passing day.

It could've been anyone.

I looked over at Blitz with a worried expression and sighed, looking down at my tea and curling up in my chair as i thought about who could've hurt Blitz..

Blitz's POV:

As i felt my eyes begin to open i was hit with a horrible headache. I held my head and groaned in pain but it was a second before i felt the bandages wrapped around my horns.

My eyes widened and i sat up quickly, whipping my head around the room and trying to figure out what happened and where i was.

It wasn't long before i calmed down and noticed it was Y/N apartment. I took a deep breath and sighed, laying back down and closing my eyes before i heard something.

"oh! you're awake."
Y/N turned to look at me and smiled, opening my eyes and looking back at her.

She looked happy but i could see the hint of worry in her eyes as she slowly got up and brought over a cup of tea for me, sitting down on the other side of the sofa next to my.

She reached her arm out and stroked it up and down my back, my mouth letting out a wincing noise as i felt her touch the bruise on my back.

She pulled her hand back and looked at me with and even more worried look in her eyes, her eyes trailing over my body as she looked at my wounds and curled her tail up around her legs in a sad way.

"Sorry.."
she whimpered, looking down at her lap with a worried expression.
"Do you remember what happened?.."

Y/N moved her head up to look at me, her expression calm and worried as she reached out and touched my wounded face.

I sighed and closed my eyes as i leant my face into her eyes, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes as i racked to the back of my brain to try and remember what happened before i passed out.

"I only remember getting throw out by you.. and then there was someone next to me.. he was tall.. had a deep, gruff voice.. strong tail.."
i squeezed my eyes closed as i tried to remember, moving away from Y/N grip and sitting up as she balled my hands to fists.

"It was!!.. It was!!.."

Striker.

"Striker!" I immediately got up and threw the blanket off of my lap, my eyes filled with rage as i paced around the room and all the memories of what he did to me came flooding back.

The punches. The throwing. Being suffocated by his tail! And the annoying sound of his evil little chuckle.. Oh i HATE IT!

No one's POV:

"Oh that Bastard! I'll kill him and his stupid little cowboy grin!"
Blitz huffed and puffed as he stormed around the room, his hands balled up into little angry fists as he thought about Striker.

"Woah! Calm down, Blitz! What happened?"
Y/N put her arm out to try and calm down Blitz, to which he only slapped it away and looked at her with an angry look in his eye.

"Calm down!? This stupid fucking cowboy ripped me to pieces! he left me like this and YOU have the nerve to tell ME to calm down!?"
Blitz pointed his finger right into Y/N's face, glaring at her with a harsh expression and seething as he panted and felt his anger coming out.

Y/N looked at Blitz and sighed. she looked him up and down and shook her head, grabbing her phone and calling up Loona on her phone.

Y/N and Loona weren't the best of friends but she had her number because Luna said she was the best out of the whole group and Blitz is more likely to do shitty stuff with her so call her when he needed to come home.

"Who... Who are you calling? it better not be Striker!-"
Blitz looked at Y/N with a slightly worried and then frustrated, trying to lean across the sofa and grab her phone out of her hand.

Y/N pushed him away as she spoke on the phone, hanging up and looking at Blitz with a straight expression.
"Don't worry, i'm just calling Loona to come pick you up. It's not Striker."

"I don't need Loona! i'll be fine on my own!-"

Before Blitzo could scream anymore, Y/N put her finger over his lips and shushed him with a tired expression on her face.

It was getting darker now and Y/N was tired from today. Striker and Blitz had been annoying and fussing over her all day and Y/N just wanted to go to sleep.

She kept Blitz quiet with a cup of tea with sleepy pills in it before he went home, helping Loona pull him into the backseat on the car and watch him curl up like a little baby.

Y/N wished Loona good night and walked back up to her apartment, rubbing her eyes and slamming the door behind her when she nearly slipped on some paper on the floor.

It was bright and sparkly and covered in pink glitter but, although it looked interesting, Y/N just disregarded it and walked passed it to her bedroom where she slammed the door.

But if you looked down at the note it said:

Dear Y/N L/N,

YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO ONE NIGHT YOU WILL REMEMBER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!

THERE WILL BE CAKE, GAMES, SINGING, DANCING, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, SEX!

THIS FRIDAY AT 8PM SHARP!

DON'T MISS THIS ONCE IN A LIFE TIME CHANCE TO HAVE A LITTLR FUN AND GET A LITTLR FUCKIN!

HOSTED BY YOURS TRUELY, VEROSIKA MAYDAY.

DON'T FORGET TO BRING A GIFT!

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