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el-conejo-loco · 2 months

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Howlin' For You (Wolf x Reader) Valentine's Day Special !

Wolf tries to confess his love to the reader. Emphasis on "tries". As it turns out, murderers suck at figuring out their own emotions. Happy Valentine's Day ! 💕 Based on some headcanons by Crispy_Bonnie. Go check out their works.

He remembered the way he had met you: when you had been announced as a new member of the gang, and walked past the door.

Everyone had cheered, and he had shaken your hand, like everyone else, but no warmth laid behind the gesture.

Let's hope this one's not a rat. He had mused, with a side glance to you. Then he had gone back to work, like nothing had happened.

It had taken him a while to begin trusting you. At first, he was wary, observing your every move, convinced you had something nasty in mind. He kept an eye on you at all times, hoping to catch any suspicious movement from you before you could put a bullet through someone's skull. He slept with his bulletproof vest on, locked the door every night, and otherwise never talked to you outside of heists. He watched you from afar, like a stranger in the otherwise tight group of friends he had.

Bain probably had good reasons to trust you, but he didn't. Just in case, he'd err on the side of caution. Instead of protesting, or confronting him about it, it seemed you understood why he was so cold, and just let him be. He had to admit he at the very least apreciated that about you. If he had a penny for every single time that Jimmy guy had barged into his workshop, leaving blood and white powder everywhere, he wouldn't even need to rob banks anymore...

Well, he liked robberies, so he'd probably do it anyway.

He had started opening up, after a while. It was a slow improvement, but a welcome one. He began warming up to you: he would occasionally bounce back on some comment you made, as you all discussed the heist of the day in the van; or he cheered when you managed to take down one of those sneaky sons-of-bitches they called "cloakers" before one of them greeted you with one of their infamous drop-kicks. He even grumbled an occasional "thanks" or two when you pulled him out of a sticky situation.

You saved his ass; he saved yours. A symbiotic work relationship. He had lost his animosity towards you, and thought of you as his colleague. A partner in crime. Not as close to him as the others, but not as far as you used to be, either.

Then, he got to know you better, through anecdotes shared over a couple beers, as a celebration for successfully completing a particularly tricky robbery. Everyone had laughed, and shared a bit about their past. He wasn't very talkative when drunk; he mumbled to himself a lot, mostly in Swedish, and it wasn't always a piece of cake for the others to understand what he was on about, but he had gladly chatted with you, upon hearing you answer in the same language, and had found out you guys had more in common than he first thought.

Later on, you had helped him de-escalate a particularly bad panic attack, and his view on you had done a complete 180° turn. Your patience and comprehensive attitude had punched right through the wall of defiance he held against you.

That night, you had become a friend, to him. A real one, one he knew he could count on. You had no obligation to help him with something he considered so ridiculous, yet you had chosen to do so.

You guys had had a night of hysterical laughter, following this particular act of yours, talking shit about the others, right in front of them, in the native language you both shared, which only you two could understand. That is, until you uttered a snarky remark towards Bain, and he spat back at you both, from over the speakers.

Turns out, the contractor knew Swedish too. Who would have thought that some genius mastermind with contacts all across the world would be fluent in more than one language ? Wolf and you had laughed it off, like the good friends you had become.

But that had changed, as well, and now, he stood outside of your room, repeating a script he had made up for the occasion.

"Hey, we've known each other for a while, huh ? I think I'm starting to like you. Do you wanna go on a date, or something, one of these days ?"

He had rehearsed it in front of the mirror for hours, until it had felt right. Until it had sounded just right, which it now did. He just had to go for it, now.

He knocked on your door, in that special pattern you two used for one another. Your voice called out a casual "come in" and he pushed the door open. Sitting there, working on something, you smiled at him, and he felt himself freeze.

When he had first seen you without your mask on, he had thought, just casually, that you were a rather good-looking person, but, now, he couldn't even hold your gaze anymore. You weren't just good-looking: you were magnificient ! Your eyes sparkled, so gorgeous, and the little creases at their corners when you smiled made him melt everytime.

Speak of that, your smile? It was mesmerizing. Every single time you sported it, he felt weak at the knees. As of your laugh, the sound of it made his chest sink with a feeling of warmth whenever it reached his ears. He would be ashamed to admit it, but, often, he acted like a total idiot around you, simply to hear it...

If the others had noticed, they probably saw it as a friendly thing. Would you two have to make it official, if you said "yes" ? Would you have to announce your relationship to the others ? Would they say it was obvious he loved you ? He cringed. It was none of their business, really.

He shook his head. Whatever. They'd figure it out, if they cared. The big issue, for now, was making it official to you. He had prepared. He was ready. He knew he could do it.

He opened his mouth, but, to his surprise, nothing came out. His mind had suddenly gone blank, and his carefully crafted speech was now completely out of his mind.

"Uh... uh... I..." He tried. "Do you think... err... do you... ?"

Nope. Radio silence in his head. Not a word could be uttered, as if he had forgotten the language abruptly.

He raised a pair of wide eyes to you, in a pained expression.

Come on, this was just ridiculous ! Why couldn't he say it ?

You looked back at him, confused: he usually never acted nervous around you. At least, not anymore.

"I, uh... no ! Um... you... uh..."

He groaned in frustration, unable to get the words out.

Fuck... he could feel you watching. Your pretty eyes were now digging holes into his skull, while he glared at his shoes to avoid meeting your gaze.

His face felt boiling hot, yet he was shaking like a leaf. He hoped he wasn't blushing, for the sake of his dignity, but that might have just been the case.

It was the case. As you observed him, you started worrying. You wondered if he was having another panic attack, or something of the sort. He was prone to this kind of stuff, so it was entirely possible.

"-Hey, man, what's going on ?" You questioned.

"-I..." His eyes met yours, and he found himself petrified. You were so damn beautiful. How could he ever believe he had a chance with someone like that ?

"Uh..." He started fidgeting with his hands, seeming mildly uncomfortable on the outside; while, on the inside, he was panicking, trying his hardest to put his hands onto his script from earlier.

And you just stared, waiting, albeit, with the awkward silence surrounding you, you were starting to feel a little nervous.

Not as anxious as him, though. He was panicking. In such a panic, in fact, that he reverted back to his native language, scolding himself for his inability to tell you what he had in mind. You weren't sure if if it was a reflex, or if he did it hoping that you wouldn't understand, but you did.

"C'mon, c'mon... just say it. Just fucking say it !" He whined, to himself.

In his mind, he saw himself give up, go back to his own room, and be left to ruminate on his feelings some more. He didn't want to keep them to himself anymore ! He wanted to tell you. Scratch that, he needed to tell you. It was taking too much of a toll on him.

But now ? It wouldn't work ! He couldn't articulate a sentence for the life of him ! The ambiance of the room felt more and more suffocating, and a lump was begining to form in his throat.

With a little laugh, meant to convey sympathy for his situation (and release the awkward tension that was building up around you two), you patted him on the back.

"-Take your time. I'm not going anywhere, so you're in no hurry."

It wasn't a matter of time ! It was a matter of whether or not he could pull his shit together. And it seemed like he was fighting a lost battle.

It should have taken him ten seconds maximum to say it. It was not supposed to be this hard, and the pressure he felt was becoming infuriating.

Fuck... Fuck ! FUCK ! Why couldn't he say it ?! Why was it so hard to say that he loved you ?

...

Well, that was it. He didn't need to say much more than that, did he ?

He took your hand in his, squeezing it perhaps a little too hard, and, at last, spoke. Well, yelled.

"Oh, FUCK !" He snapped. "I love you ! Really love you, I mean."

The weight in his chest was immediately lifted, but a terrible sensation of having done the wrong thing replaced it. Like spitting out something you were choking out, only to realize you did so on someone's shirt.

Oh, shit. That was out. He couldn't take it back, now.

You stood there, for a second, staring ahead at his crimson face, unsure of how to reply to that.

So that's what he wanted to say ? That's why he was freaking out on you like that ?

Well, it did make sense. Frankly, he had never been good at opening up, and, if you had to be completely honest, you'd even recognize that he wasn't the most emotionally stable person you knew. Which is precisely why you were so suprised: you couldn't believe this guy was capable of falling in love, let alone do something as normal as confessing his feelings for you. You were as happy as can be to hear it, but it was pretty surprising.

All you'd seen him do before was panic in the middle of a police assault, and cheer after a clean getaway. That was... new. Him being loving or shy ? Yeah. It was really new.

You stopped thinking about any of that, when he raised a hand to his face, and started sobbing. That snapped you right out, and you realized, remorsefully, that you hadn't answered him yet. He might have taken that as rejection. That, or he was reasonably overwhelmed, after expressing an emotion that he wasn't familiar with.

"-No, no, no... Wait. Hey, don't cry, man." You called out, in a low voice, and pulled him into a hug.

"-I'm sorry..." He sniffled. "I'm just..."

He paused, as if to reflect on what he was trying to say.

"I'm not used to it."

Yeah. Typical Wolf. Awful at processing his own feelings, and hates to show them.

"-No, it's cool." You patted him on the back. "It's a lot to process, I bet. It must have been tough to say. But I love it."

He raised a pair of fearful blue eyes to you, watching for a reaction. When he met your smile, your beautiful smile, instead of the look of pity he expected, a glint of apprehension seemed to vanish from his eyes. His cheeks visibly flushed, and he lowered his gaze, but you tipped his chin back up to you.

"Come on. Look at me, Wolfie." That nickname caught his attention, and he timidly complied.

He sighed. All he could think about was how ethereal you looked. It was beyond words. Getting to be so close to you, and to look at you like that felt like such a privilege. How could anyone even be this-

He cut himself off, nearly jumping out of his skin, when he felt your lips against his. If confessing was already a little too much for him, now, his brain was going into overdrive, flooded by a multitude of feelings and thoughts he couldn't quite understand.

As you pulled away, he stood in place, immobile, almost scarily so. You could nearly imagine a "404 error" message popping up behind his eyes, with how unresponsive he was. You even thought you could see smoke coming out of his face, for a moment.

"-I'm sorry." You cleared your throat, feeling suddenly upset with your reaction. "I should have asked, first. That was not cool..."

He blinked twice, looked around, raised a hand to his lips, as if to analyze the sensation onto them, then turned to you, with the brightest, most excited smile he ever bore on his face.

"-Can you do that again ?" He chuckled, and you felt yourself beaming as well.

You grabbed his face in between your hands, and dove into the kiss. He seemed hesitant, at first, as if the sensation was still unfamiliar to him, but quickly relaxed. The softness of his lips against yours stunned you. You felt like a sensation of pure warmth was coursing through you. Even more so when you felt the corners of his lips raise into a smile, as he snuck his arms around your back, and pressed his body closer up against yours. That small sign of validation felt so right, and, to be truthful, it was a relief, when you thought about how long you had wanted to do this for.

It felt like floating on a cloud, in the middle of the room. Just you and him, holding onto each other, sharing a surprisingly tender kiss, for two criminals. You hoped it felt as good to him as it did to you.

It did. Although the room was quiet, he could hear the blood rushing to his ears, and felt his heart pounding in his chest. Finally getting to do this with you was a sensation like no other. He was overexcited, obviously, but a strange calm inhabited him, all the same. As if your presence alone sufficed to soothe him to his very core.

You loved him back... You really did !

He couldn't believe it ! It had been worth all the stress he had felt, if it meant getting to hold you like that. If it meant finally getting to kiss you, like he'd been dreaming of doing for months.

When your lips parted, the both of you stood quietly, with your forehead pressed against the other's, savouring this moment you just had. The begining of something beautiful, for sure.

He was the first to break the silence, speaking in a questioning tone:

"-So, um... do you wanna go on a date, or something, one of these days ?"

He drummed his fingers onto the side of your shoulder, nervously awaiting your answer.

"-Totally, yeah !" You nodded.

A long silence followed, instead of a display of excitement, during which you noted his bitter expression.

"-Nämen... it wasn't that fucking hard to say... could've been ten minutes ago."

You burst out laughing.

"-You didn't know I liked you back, ten minutes ago. That's why."

The corners of his lips twitched up into a smile, as he considered how lucky he was to hear you say those words. Another, smaller silence. This time, you broke it.

"And, honestly, I'm glad you said it first, because I would have never had the balls to. It's been months of me being a total schoolgirl about it."

He had to bite his lips to contain a squeal of excitement, when hearing you say, loud and clear, that you'd felt the same for a while, too.

"-You kidding ?" He joked back. "I was scared shitless the whole time ! I thought I was gonna pass out !"

"-Yeah, I thought you were gonna do it, too !" You both laughed.

And with that, he wrapped his arms against you, and planted his face in the crook of your neck. You left a peck onto his temple, and heard a muffled chuckle from him. Your heart sunk into your chest, overcome with affection for that one crazy, awkward little maniac you worked with.

Love comes from the strangest places, after all...

#payday #payday 2 #payday wolf #wolf #Payday x reader #Payday 2 x reader #X reader #Wolf x reader #Payday wolf x reader

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i-willstealyourtoes · 2 months

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I need headcanons of poly!hoxwolf x reader

Please 🙏🏻 🥺😫😩

Alr, these next two are going to be shorter, as is the punishment for sending in an ask after I closed my inbox /nm

Hoxton x Wolf and their s/o

- Expect there to be a lot of physical affection from both parties

- Wolf usually does his in private, unless he's celebrating something, in which he gives both of you a firm kiss and even tries to pick you up

- Yes, by both I mean he even tries picking up Hoxton (it's really funny)

- Other than that, he might hold hands and doesn't mind if you two are affectionate with him in public (he just doesn't really initiate it)

- Hoxton however, initiates it in public and private

- He'll keep an arm around both of you clearly not ashamed by his relationship (not that you should be, just that people can be really judgmental)

- He's more than happy to give either of you kisses, which definitely get both of you cheesing

- If anyone judges you at all, both of them are raring to go and fight the person (as they should tbh)

- Hoxton would probably be more verbal, whereas Wolf might legitimately punch the guy

- Either way, dating them means you're safe and loved!! Forehead kisses and arms around the shoulders galore :)

#x reader #payday 2 #payday the heist #payday #payday 2 x reader #x reader headcanons #payday 2 wolf #payday 2 hoxton #hoxton payday 2 #wolf payday 2

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crispy-bonnie · 10 months

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Bain and teenager contractor reader? Platonic and hadcannons, please and thank you.

alright so it’s been WAYYY too long since i posted a fic and decided to go out of order on reqs because i really need to get this shit done

i apologize profusely for the amount of time it’s taken for me to get this shit done , and i hope it meets your standards . thank you for reading and on to the hcs !!

Bain + Teenage Contractor!Reader HCs

Man who’s dumbass decided to hack Crime.net again 💀

That dumbass happened to be you (/lh)

You were in the need for some cash but you had absolutely no experience in heisting and you knew damn well that you’d be snapped like a twig by cops

However, something you did have experience in was hacking

You’ve been on the dark web once or twice, sold some information that had high value, things like that

So when you found out about the PAYDAY gang, you knew that you just had to have them do the job

Bain was scared shitless upon seeing some new mf log into Crime.net as an admin

However, because you didn’t have the fanciest of firewalls, he managed to pinpoint both your location and identity

Bain thought you were just some dumb teen who decided to fuck around and find out

Just as he was about to wipe you off the face of the platform, you sent him an encrypted message

Now the real confusion settles in. How smart is this kid?

The two of you end up negotiating a deal, one that would keep the both of you from getting knee deep into shit with the cops

A heist was arranged where the gang would cook up some meth so that it could be sold on the black market

Seeing how well the gang did the job, you hesitated none in hiring them again

Bain was just as pleased, seeing as you held up on your part of the deal and made sure the PAYDAY crew received a cut of whatever you earned from those meth sales

Of course, you end up finding yourself in a compromised situation

Dark web people are shady, and seeing your activity on said platform, there were certain sharks willing to kill or kidnap you for the goodies

Bain not only sees this as a huge problem because it would harm profit, but also because of how young you were. Though you’ve done some shady deals, you were still a kid.

If you don’t have a family or live in a toxic household, he’ll make an attempt to have you meet up with Twitch or Bile so that the crew could keep you under safe watch

PAYDAY gang family HCs here 🤭🤭

If you do have a family of sorts, he’ll make sure to hire hitmen and other undercover protection for you.

You won’t know it, but there’s always at least one person in your vicinity making sure that you’re unharmed

You end up unintentionally leaving a trail of corpses because of it 💀

Bain also teaches you some tips and tricks on hacking and keeping yourself secure, just to make sure that you don’t get yourself too fucked

Overall, he’s not attached to you, but he definitely isn’t going to let any shady motherfuckers try and get their hands on you.

#payday 2 #payday #fanfiction #fanfic #payday 2 x reader #payday x reader #reader insert #x reader #headcanons #payday 2 headcanons #payday 2 bain #bain payday 2 #platonic #teen!reader #crispy writes

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horangislittletiger99 · 5 months

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Y/n sending this to wolf

#payday tag #payday wolf x reader #payday wolf #wolf payday 2 #wolf payday #payday the heist #payday 2 #payday x reader #payday 2 x reader

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starr-finn · 5 months

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please i'm gonna fucking combust if i don't have more hoxton content

i don't fuckin care what you write , as long as it's a hoxton x reader pLEASE-

baHAHAHAHA I GOTCHU CRISPY!!! Don't worry!

Hoxton and the way he views life with his S/O

Author's note: Probably gonna be short again, mainly because I have no clue what to do rn, sorry this took so fucking long, I put this in drafts and forgot it existed ;-;

Another long heist was finished off and Hoxton expected to come home to the usual scene he does, but since you moved in, things have been different. You waited for him to come home every day with food, any kind of medical help he needed, or even just free time to listen to him rant about problems, whether it be the FBI, Houston, or feeling like the gang doesn't need him anymore. However, you have proven to him on multiple occasions that you love him, and would always listen to him, and that meant the world to him.

Heist after heist you waited at home for him, you fixed any injury he had. You memorized all his favorite foods, and you always had the type of drinks he liked. What more could he ask for? He didn't even feel like he deserved this and here you were, waiting at home for him every day, and it washed away any insecurities that he had.

For that reason alone Hoxton is more than happy to have you in his life, as his partner. He doesn't feel like he'll ever be able to pay you back, but you never ask him to. Nothing you do for him is thrown back in his face, you do it because you like doing it, and that makes him unbelievably happy. He gets that warm, fuzzy feeling he always gets when he's around you, and dammit, now if you ever left, he doesn't know what he would do without you in his life.

#payday 2 x reader #payday 2 #payday x reader #payday the heist #answered requests #payday hoxton x reader #hoxton x reader #hoxton payday 2 #payday hoxton #sorry this took so long #I forgot it existed-

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dearest-painter · 1 year

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Two faced or two sided?(PT.1)

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,canon injuries,crossovers like Payday 2 & Rainbow six siege,Y/N works for both rainbow six siege and with the Payday gang,Y/N is named Boogie man with R6s while is named Wolf with the payday gang,male reader,getting shot at,being hit,being kicked,being tased,bombs,robbing banks,cussing,Y/N is dating Doc/Gustave,Y/N speaks Swedish,Y/N IS WOLF FROM PAYDAY GANG,Dilf reader/Reader has a daughter who is 4 years old,google translate

“WOLF! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?” Where were you? Who was yelling at you. Shaking your head you saw that it was Dallas. “Yeah! I’m okay!” “Good! Thought I almost lost you today,you still got a daughter to take care of!” “Let’s get to work!” He pulled you up as you went to get back to work which was robbing a bank as usual but this one was different they got rainbow six siege your other team. The payday gang knew you worked with rainbow six siege because they make fun of your name ‘Boogie Man’ but hey is it your fault that you can camouflage really well,track things down,and be as silent as a mouse when hunting something?

Chains was yelling at the saw so you went up and kicked them which fixed them. “HOW DO YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO IT!?” “50/50 chance” “NAH THAT IS SOME BULL FUCKING SHIT! THAT AIN’T 50/50 CHANCE ITS AN 100 CHANCE WITH YOU!” You just chuckled as you left to go fend off the police. “KOM HIT DU LILLA TICK!!” You started shooting at the cloakers,medics,and tasers and oh so much more! Soon you saw a familiar person,your boyfriend Gustave. You sighed knowing he’s about to find out that his boyfriend is also a bank robber. “WOLF WE NEED YOU OVER HERE!” “ALRIGHT DALLAS IM ON MY WAY!” “Mon ange?”you looked at him but under your mask your face was sympathy and regret. “Hello min älskade” you saw Gustave’s face it was of shock and betrayal you couldn’t look at him anymore as you ran towards Dallas.

Gustave couldn’t believe it his boyfriend was a bank robber. No no Y/N wouldn’t do it willingly! Y/N must’ve been forced into this yes yes! That’s the answer his lover was forced to do this horrendous crime and he’s going to make sure that Y/N will be taken away into a safer place with just him. He started to chase you but as you knew him and also have been chased by a lot of people you knew how to get away. Slide under the table,throw down some book cases,jumping around,going through the police,and lastly climbing something you were good at. “GET IT WOLF! WE GOTTA BOUNCE!” “I KNOW FUCKER IM ON MY WAY! KINDA BEING CHASED!” You and the others ran to the car. As soon as you all got in you started to speed away.

Everyone was pissed off that they list the payday gang again! But Gustave was plotting something,he was plotting how to save his boyfriend from those fucking heathens of criminals. He’s going to save his boyfriend one way or another even if he has to take a life.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #romantic yandere #male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere rainbow six siege #yandere r6s #yandere payday 2 #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #payday 2 x reader

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hunterwritesstuff · 1 year

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I guess this is happening

Welcome to my writing blog on my second tumblr account, I write stuff sometimes upon request!

Rules:

* BE AS SPECIFIC AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. I’M AUTISTIC AND CAN’T READ YA MIND. THANK YOU :)

* I have the right to decline any request I feel uncomfortable with.

* Please don’t rush me! I take my time when writing because I want it to be good!

* Don’t request something I’ve mentioned makes me uncomfy. Thanks.

* I will do Spicy NSFW stuff, it may just take a while lmao

* I may do slightly suggestive, but still not much.

* Specify if platonic, familial, or romantic.

* I will not do OC x Canon unless it’s my OCs because I don’t know other people’s ocs very well, sorry :(

* Specify pronouns for your request! It’s imperative so that I can give you what you want me to write! :D

* Nothing problematic please!

* Specify if fic or headcanons please!

* Be gentle about my writing please! I hold it near and dear to my heart!

* Use tone-tags please! I can’t read people well!

* I WILL ONLY WRITE SMUT SOMETIMES HOLY SHIT OH MY FUCKING GOD GUYS PLS

What I will write: Gore fics

MY Ocs(I have brainrot but these may take longer bc I’m not used to being asked to infodump about them without freezing up/fear of rejection or negative reactions-)

Character Headcanons(just my HCs for the character!)

x readers

OC x canon(this will only be for my OCs sorry, I don’t know yours well enough to write them effectively)

Fluff

OC x Reader

Angst

Hurt/comfort

AUs(examples: Coffee shop, Soulmate,crossover Etc)

Yanderes

heavy topics(IF U ASK ME TO ROMANTICIZE THESE I WILL COME FOR YOUR KNEECAPS)

Platonic(this includes platonic yandere's)

What I WON’T write:

Full-On Smut(I don’t feel confident enough with writing smut to do this, sorry!)

romanticizing sensitive topics

transphobia/homophobia

racism

suicide fics(I.E, characters finding you committed, I’m not comfy with that.)

abuse fics(Obviously.)

just anything problematic.

Also, I shouldn’t have to say this but

I WILL NOT WRITE CHEATING.

Fandoms I write for:

Welcome home(Puppets)(Taking break for a bit)

Mandela Catalogue(my Guardian Alternates AU hue hue hue)(Mostly platonic though-)

Payday 2 (Not hyperfixed on it rn so no)

Darkwing Duck

Mario

DSAF(sometimes)

Pokepasta characters(Platonic for younger ones, obvs, but hey! I see you, simps! I see you and want to feed you! <3)(Be specific which one btw, I’m still getting into pokepasta stuff so patience is appreciated lol)(Only the humans/trainers though-) Replacing this with Hypno’s Lullaby lol(Keeping the platonic for younger ones though)

Hazbin Hotel(Nothing romantic with Val because I don’t feel comfortable writing that, and like. Nothing romantic or sexual with Alastor because he’s aroace.)

Cookie Run(both Ovenbreak AND Kingdom)

Bendy And the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

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thelocalbozo · 11 months

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Requests Open !! Commissions Open !!

Inbox: 0

Drafts: 3

PLEASE READ !!

What I will write

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Hurt/Comfort

Canon x Canon

Reader x Canon

OC x Canon [if of course I'm showed/told what your character is like]

What I won't write

Romanticizing problematic things [S/A, incest, abuse, ect.]

IRL people x IRL people

OC x OC [excluding my OC's]

Fandoms I am in

Payday 2

Creepy pasta

Hotline miami

FNAF

Call of duty

#payday 2 #payday #hlm #hotline miami #hotline miami 2 #FNAF #fnaf fandom #payday 2 x reader #Creepypasta #fanfiction #fanfics #headcanons #cc x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod #call of dooty

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chrisredfield73 · 5 months

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Please Send Requests!

Hello! After not being active for a long while, I've decided I really want to get back into righting stories, drabbles and headcanons for people again!

I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

I write for:

Call Of Duty

Fallout

Rainbow Six Seige

Mortal Kombat

TF2

Payday 2

Resident Evil

Detroit Become Human

Dragon Age

Slashers

Many other things! Feel free to ask!!

I won't write:

Any hard smut/kink scenarios

Anything discriminatory

Feel free to request and ask questions!

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sparkyz-plug-writes · 1 year

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IM SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS EARLIER BUT ASKS ARE NOW OPEN!!! The ask was off bc I was a dumbass but tada!! :D

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el-conejo-loco · 7 months

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"Breathe In, Breathe Out" (a short Wolf fanfic)

Heyo, first fic I write. I'm not even sure how panic attacks work, so sorry if that's inaccurate. I don't have beta readers. Hope it's still good ! Basically, Wolf has a panic attack, and the reader helps him with it. I would have put the swedish parts in swedish, but they make pretty much half of the fic, so I guess I'll just... make a swedish version, someday. Also, this is on AO3, as well.

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He hated it.

He hated those kinds of nights that felt more like survival than life.

Those kinds of nights he spent awake, eyes wide open, doing all that he could to keep himself from going insane.

If he could make it to the next morning, all would be fine: life would return to what it was. Everything would be normal again. But, for now, something felt off. Something felt off, and he had to ignore it, in hopes that it would go away.

Sometimes, it did, and all was fine.

Sometimes, it never came.

But, at that moment, he wasn't sure he could make that dreadful sensation go away.

Everything felt off. Everything felt off and threatening, like he subconsciously knew something was after him. Like he knew he would have to run, or hide, or fight. He didn't mind the occasional fight. Most of the time, he couldn't care less about the danger. But this was different. This just wasn't the same.

Now, he heard the echo of a voice. He hated hearing that voice. What he hated even more was the fact that he couldn't remember whose voice it was. It always spoke the same words. Words he hated hearing. Words that made him wanna scowl in pain, with how sharp and painful they felt. He wasn't even sure what it was about them, he didn't know what they meant, had no idea what they called him out on, but it stung. It felt like something distant he couldn't remember, and the vagueness of it all made him feel nauseous and restless.

"What are you doing ?!" It yelled. Over and over again. Distant and echoey, like a bad dream. Like a really bad dream.

He looked at his hands, saw his knuckles turn white from clenching his fists. He could feel the panic kicking in, the way his grasp on reality started to fade. He was afraid. That fear fed into the feeling of confusion, leading to more fear... it was a vicious cycle of terror, which seemed to drag him to the edge of his sanity everytime. He was never sure he would come back from the episodes, each and every time he had one.

All he knew was that he felt imminent danger looming above his head. A feeling of impending doom. And that he felt petrified. And that he could remember less and less, as he fell into the depths of terror, losing himself within his own mind.

His memory always faltered when he was anxious: at his worst, he had had entire weeks during which it seemed to reset itself at a certain interval, every twenty seconds or so, like he was some sort of goldfish.

He was familiar with that feeling, but that didn't make it any better. It brought him so close to losing it, everytime, that it scared him anyway. There was no name to put on it. No word to describe it.

His breathing quickened, as a dull pain took over his chest. Everything around him felt so distant, and he now had the certitude that something was threatening him. Something seemed wrong. Something seemed terribly off. And, now, nothing felt truly real anymore.

It was too much. It was far too much. Nothing made sense. Everything seemed false. Everything around him looked so fake. None of it made sense. None of it…

At this point, even breathing felt hard, much too hard. His breaths either cut themselves off, or were taken in shaky, wheezing inhales. He had to gasp for air, like he was suffocating. Or drowning. Yes. That was it. Everytime, he felt like he was drowning. Head under the water, with all the sounds left muffled, everything left blurry, and the feeling that he couldn't breathe.

And as he continued struggling for air, he prayed for this not to be it. He couldn't tell if he was dying or going insane, but, right now, all he could think of was the lack of oxygen, the boiling pain in the pit of his stomach, and the freezing cold sweat starting to run down his face. He shivered, both from the cold and out of terror, while he found himself clutching at the fabric of his own shirt, if only to feel like he had something to hold onto. He started talking to himself, to drown out the sound of his fears, of that damn voice in his head, and to soothe himself. To no avail.

Reader's POV

You'd heard him. You couldn't make much of the words out, but, as you'd walked by, the sound of him panting, and his repeated murmurs had left you standing there.

You knocked with uncertainty. You'd become pretty close with the other guys, but Wolf ? Wolf was only starting to tolerate you. Maybe it would be better to leave him alone, but at the same time, you'd feel awful about leaving someone to freak out on their own. So you knocked again, a little louder, this time.

"Hey ? Are you dying, in here ?" You called out. No answer. You sighed, and added. "Okay, if you don't say anything, I'm gonna have to get in."

Even then, he said nothing. That ruled out the possibility that he was ignoring you out of a need to be alone, so you pushed the door open.

Apparently, he used to lock it when you first showed up. That's understandable: who wouldn't be a bit wary of some new guy in a group of criminals ?

Still, you were glad it was open that night.

As you entered, you immediately caught sight of his silhouette, shivering at his desk, panting like a wounded animal. He was mumbling something, in his own language, that more or less spun around "I haven't done anything wrong. This is normal. I'm gonna be fine."

"-Hey, dude, what's going on ?" You slowly walked over to him. It seems that he wasn't listening to a word you said, because the second he noticed you standing next to him, he yelped, and nearly tumbled off his chair.

Now that he was looking at you, you could see how wide his eyes were, and the way his lips were quivering. His face was wet with sweat and tears alike, and he was shaking like a leaf.

Usually, he only ever carried a neutral, vaguely annoyed expression, unless he was angry. But at that moment, he looked like a frightened child, hiding from some imaginary monster he would have made up. Something about that made you feel somewhat protective of him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You murmured, as softly as you could manage, while sitting down onto the desk, to face him. "Um... Look. I know you don't really trust me. I've come in peace, though. Is everything alright ?"

He tried to speak, but didn't seem to know what to say. He was still gasping for air, or sobbing, you weren't too sure, really.

So you tried a different approach, and switched to his language.

"Hey, buddy ? You're gonna be okay. Calm down. I know you're scared, I know you're panicking, but I'm gonna help. I can help."

Could you ? You had no idea how to de-escalate a panic attack.

You didn't have a choice, in any case.

You couldn't just let him freak out alone, now, could you ?

"Just try to breathe, okay ? Deep breaths. Follow my lead, yeah ?"

His eyes seemed to widen a little, the second he recognized the language you were using. That was a great way to catch his attention, after all.

"Breathe in." You started setting the exemple. "Hold it a little, and breathe out. Slowly, like that."

With a look of fear onto his face, and still gasping uncontrollably, he shook his head.

"-I can't." He mumbled. "'S not working."

"-Yeah, you can. You're just all shaky because you're freaking out. Keep breathing."

He looked up at you, staring right into your eyes, perhaps for comfort. Perhaps he was fascinated by how calm you seemed. Or perhaps he just didn't expect the one guy he never talked with to be the one coming to his rescue.

"Look, I know you probably think you're dying." You whispered to him. "You're not. It's all in your head. So you gotta get the control back."

You weren't too sure if this was a good idea, or if it was only going to make it worse, but you instinctively put a hand on his shoulder. While he might be the most intimidating of the gang, once you put a gun into his hands, right now, he looked so confused, and afraid that you couldn't help but feel some sort of feeling of tenderness towards him.

He continued trying to follow along with you, his breathing slowly steadying, until it started sounding normal again.

"You're doing great. Just keep breathing. Slowly. Don't go panting like a dog: that'll just make it worse."

Absent-mindedly, you patted him on the shoulder. He opened a pair of wide eyes at the gesture, as if he finally noticed it. You only gave him a little apologetic smile in response.

"Just try to get out of your head. Whatever's scaring you, it's in there. The truth is, right now, there's no danger around you. I'm not gonna ask why you're scared, but, whatever it is, you're safe."

He seemed to be thinking, taking your words in.

"You're safe." You repeated. "Nothing's gonna happen to you, buddy. You're alright."

You leaned forward a little, so as to help him focus on you better.

"I know it's a bit tough for you to talk, but, honestly, if you could simply look around the room, and try to name what you're seeing, it'd help."

You smiled patiently when he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"I swear it's an actual method to cool down panic attacks." You assured him. "Trust me. You don't have to say it out loud if you don't wanna. Just look around."

You watched as his eyes drifted across the room, at first, a little confusedly, then, more naturally.

"And keep breathing slowly." You reminded him. He cracked the smallest of smiles at your insistence, seeming more and more calm. Less and less agitated. Still, you continued to mutter soothing words to him for a moment.

"You're safe. No one's after you. Your past is your past. The guys are in the next room. They got your back. I'm right here. I got your back too. In conclusion, you're okay."

He stared quietly into the distance, for a long moment, before opening his mouth.

"-Hey... ?" He sniffled.

"-What's up ?"

He looked concerned, maybe a bit embarrassed, too.

"-Is there something wrong with me ? Why does this shit keep happening to me ?"

He wiped at his eyes, again, in a way that resembled more a child's than anything.

"Have I done anything wrong ?" He wondered, gaze locked to the wall, woefully.

Your heart sunk at the anxious air on his face. And that was after you'd watched him run out of ammo, and finish someone off bare-handed. That spoke on how desolate he looked.

"-It happens to a lot more people than you'd think." You shrugged. "You're not the only one. It's more manageable if you got people supporting you, though. That's why it's okay if you wanna ask for help."

You hesitated to add one last part, but settled on a "Why the fuck not ?"

"I'm pretty much always here anyway."

For a moment, he looked over to you, like he was shocked to hear you pronounce those words.

"Yeah, I know, we don't know each other super well, but that doesn't mean you can't come to me if you're not feeling right."

You gave him a sympathetic smile. It seems that your kindness got straight to him, as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly, like he was afraid you'd leave. That was... slightly touching, considering he had never hugged you before. Or acted kindly to you at all.

"I gotcha, buddy." You shushed him, although you were still in awe. "I gotcha."

"-Thanks. That... really means a lot." He whispered. His voice got quieter, at the end, like he wasn't sure, himself, that he wanted to say it.

You squeezed him a little tighter, honest-to-God moved by his reaction. Before that, he only ever gave you a grunt, or a little "hmpf, thanks... !" even when you saved his ass. Now, he seemed really grateful. Almost friendly.

"-It's normal. We're in this together. If you're hurt, I'll patch you up. And the same goes for when it's up there." You poked at your head. His bright blue eyes lit up with admiration for you.

"Also, to answer your question, if you're talking about all the people you killed, I'd say you're cool. I mean, fuck , they started shooting first, didn't they ?! It's goddamn self-defense, at this point !"

You put a hand on his shoulder, again, and assured him:

"No, for real. You don't have any reasons to worry. You're welcome here, because it's where you belong."

He stared at you, interrogating you for a more detailed explanation.

"-'Cause, yeah, you're a little crazy, but aren't we all ?" You shrugged. "And, yeah, you can be a little unpredictable, but the guys wouldn't keep you around if you weren't indispensable to the team."

A small smile crept over his lips. You had never seen him smile before. That felt oddly right.

"-Indispensable, huh ?" He chuckled.

"-Well, yeah. You're a real asset to the gang, buddy." You smiled back. "I mean, you're really smart and inventive. You got some serious skills, too. The guys need you, in that team. I'm sure they've grown kinda attached to you, in any case."

Now, his eyes nearly shone with amazement. Fearing that more kind words would bring him to tears, you nudged him playfully.

"And, hey, you really clean rooms to yourself when you're pissed, so even that comes in handy."

He laughed at that, and beamed at you. A real laugh. And a real beam.

"-I judged you too fast, huh ?" He considered.

"-Nah. I wouldn't trust a new recruit either." You protested. "You can't do that kind of job for so long without becoming a little paranoid."

He shook his head, determined to have the last word.

"-No, really. I owe you one. And, uh..."

He fidgeted a bit, looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry for hugging you." He grimaced, pretty obviously cringing. "It was... kind of a reflex."

You waved it off.

"-It's all good. Just because we're crazy sons of bitches doesn't mean we don't need a hug, every now and then."

You guys shared a laugh and a few more words, then he stood up, overexcited.

"-So, you speak Swedish too, right ? We gotta start talking shit about the others !"

You smiled, already liking the idea.

"-Man, let's go !"

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i-willstealyourtoes · 1 month

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Can I have like a really shy male reder with Wolf and Hoxton payday 2? Please?

Sure! I got you :))

Wolf with shy!male!Reader

- Wolf totally gets the whole being bad at socialising thing, he usually doesn't like talking to many people either

- If anything, he finds it really endearing that you only really like talking to him and a select few people

- He's happy you enjoy his company, because he definitely feels the same

- Guy who only likes talking to his partner 🤝 guy who only likes talking to his partner

- Obviously you guys enjoy other people's company, but you two favour each other's company the most :)

- On days when he doesn't want to talk to anyone, he'll still come up to you, either to listen to you or just hold you close

- Even being in the same room is fine

- As for you not being confident in socialising, he totally won't pressure you (/gen)

- Like if you don't want to talk, you don't have to! He'll do it for you if you want, holding your hand the whole time he reassures you

- If you want to try socialising more and being more confident, he's fine being in the background as support :)

- If you conquer any goal at all, he'll be really happy, holding you in a tight embrace, even picking you up if you'll allow it and he's that excited

- "That's my (Y/n)!"

- As for you being a man, I think originally he would've had conflicting feelings about it in general, specifically if he's never liked another man like that

- I think at first he'd be a little awkward and unsure on what he needs to do when you guys are together

- But as time progresses, he realises mlm relationships are pretty much just the same as your usual romance

- If anyone says anything about you two, you might have to hold him back from beating them up (unless you're okay with him absolutely messing up a guy)

- He probably won't even start by a verbal warning depending on the severity of the comment

- But more than likely, he's willing to just jump the person straight away

- Overall, he's a very supportive and protective partner, a real keeper (if you don't mind him beating up homophobes and stuff)

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crispy-bonnie · 11 months

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Headcanons for paygangs s/o’s having selective mutism?? Like every character

okay when i asked if you wanted more than one , i didn't know that you wanted all of them oh my fucking god i'm only doing the ones you simp for because i do not want to write that many . your simp list shall now be leaked on tumblr <3 /p

update // local bozo has provided me with money to prioritize this particular request . ask , hand me your entire wallet and you’ll receive

another update // dallas and chains’s segments are shit . i’m real tired guhh

You're selectively mute - PAYDAY GANG HCs

Dallas

Dallas isn’t too experienced with stuff like this, but he still does his best to help

He immediately assumes you’re non-verbal due to negative stimuli, so he makes sure to offer you anything that might make you feel better

“What do you need? Water? Snacks? A hug?”

If you answer at all in some way he can understand, he’ll fetch it in seconds

If not, he’ll just stay with you and let you do your thing

If you’re crying, he’ll do his best to comfort you. If you’re happy about something, he’ll ask questions about it and let you go on about it as best as you can

He lets you hang out with him in his office while he’s working

Dallas would have a chair pulled up and a cabinet full of fidget toys and gadgets that you can mess around with

He cleaned the toys daily so that when you want to play around with them, they’ll be ready and all spiffied up :D

He also will have you help him with some of his work if you’re up for it

Like the others, he won’t push you to talk if you aren’t ready, and he makes sure you’re feeling safe and comfortable

Chains

Similar to Dallas, he lets you chill out in his workshop, regardless of whether or not you’re happy or not

He’ll keep you preoccupied by letting you tinker his guns a bit if you’re up for it

He’ll let you fidget with some of the parts in case you like one or a few of them

Chains knows a minuscule amount of ASL, but not enough to know how to understand everything

He’ll do his best to decipher it and answer to it though

He also will cuddle with you in case you need it

He’s got a little couch in the corner of his workshop, so it provides a bit privacy for the two of you

Chains will try to get you to be able to talk again, but if his attempts don’t work, he won’t try to push any more

Very similar to Dallas, just a little less experienced with it

Wolf

100% understands your problem, especially since he spends a good chunk of his time around Jacket

Does his best to accommodate to you whenever you go non-verbal

He’ll ask as to why either for future reference or so that he can keep you from the source, but he won’t pry if you choose not to tell

He’s willing to use practically anything to communicate with you

Sign language, non-verbal cards, text-to-speech, you name it

A contrast from his usual heist behavior, he’s very gentle when you go non-verbal. He’ll make extra careful not to cross any boundaries and make sure that you’re comfortable until you’re able to talk again

If you’re non-verbal because of positive stimuli, he’ll try his best to communicate with you about this thing that made you so happy. Of course, he won’t pry you about it.

He’s overall very sweet and makes sure that you’re okay while you’re in this state

Now, if someone were to make fun of you or try to pull anything weird while you’re non-verbal, he’s already got the drill ready

Y — ‘Wolf, why do you have a thermal drill?’

W — “Don’t worry, I’m just going to be shoving this down someone’s throat.”

Y [panicked] — ‘WHY???’

W — “MF SAID IT’S STUPID TO GO NON-VERBAL SO I’M GONNA SHOW THE BITCH WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE NON-VERBAL”

Legit either sends you into a panic attack or has to make sure that you don’t thermal drill someone’s face off

Either way, you manage to stop him from doing it and he simply just leaves it alone, and he bombards you with a fuck ton of care

If he comes across the person in question, especially in your non-verbal state, he’ll fucking destroy them

Yes, this includes Hoxton

Overall very protective and supportive <3

Hoxton

Literally has no fucking clue what’s going on at first

“You gonna answer me or what?”

He’ll get the memo if you use cards or write it down, but will have no clue what’s going on if you use ASL or gestures

Ends up having to ask Wolf since he’s seen him use these signs a couple of times

Finally fuckin learns about ASL and figures out why the hell you’re not talking

With this knowledge, he becomes very fuckin protective

If anyone makes you even a little bit uncomfortable, he will not hesitate to throw hands

“The fuck did you just say you wanker!? YOU WANNA FUCKIN’ GO MATE!?”

Ends up throwing you into more stress unintentionally

He’ll try to figure out ways to get you to talk again, whether it be exposing you to stuff that disgusts you or running you through some calming exercises

“Hey hey, just breathe with me, okay? One….Two….”

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t

He still won’t ever fully understand why you end up non-verbal and still won’t understand even after an explanation is given

That doesn’t mean he’s not there for you, of course. He’ll do everything he can within his lack of understanding to help you out

Houston

Like Hoxton, he has no clue what’s going on

However, when you tell him, he’ll understand and ask if there’s anything he can do to help

Mf will literally spend hours trying to learn how to sign so that he can understand you or so that he can make sure he doesn’t overwhelm you with talking

H - *signing*

Y - ‘honey, that means egg’

H - “Dammit”

Hoxton sometimes acts ‘nice’ and teaching Houston some signs

But he’s teaches him the wrong shit

Like- Houston’ll be trying to learn how to say “What’s the weather?” but Hoxton would teach him how to say “cock and nuts” instead

You end up having to reteach him lol

ASL aside, if you use non-verbal cards or other means of communication, it’ll click easier for you

He makes sure to keep a notepad and pen on him, so when you need to talk to him, he just pulls it out and hands it to you

Can’t tell whether or not you’re non-verbal because of positive or negative stimuli, so if he thinks that the thing you don’t like is bringing you joy or something, forgive and correct him

Hoxton will often make rude remarks regarding it, resulting in a beat-up Hoxton and you now laughing your ass off

Mf’s antics were so funny that you went verbal again

Like the rest, very protective, just less understanding

Sokol

Another fucking Jacket???

You were speaking just fine and suddenly you don’t wanna talk??? Wtf??

He thinks you’re doing this on purpose, so he ends up getting quite frustrated

“Пиздец, just talk to me already! Why are you being so… difficult!?”

Literally will send you further into a non-verbal state and you’ll end up just crying on the spot

It’s not pretty

The second he sees tears glossing over your eyes, he fucking PANICS

He doesn’t know how to apologize though?? Not when he’s this frustrated with it

Eventually the two of you just spend a bit of time trying to process things

When the two of you reconvene, you end up explaining to him what’s going on with the whole situation

“Ah… n-non… verbal…? So- you’re not doing it on purpose?”

Once it finally clicks, he does his best to try and find ways to communicate with you

Notepads, flash cards, even those silly little buttons that people use to train their dogs how to communicate /ref

He made one attempt to learn ASL, but he immediately gave up because of how frustrating it was

Sokol felt the need to learn how to sign when he really just could’ve learned how to understand it 💀

That aside, he does his best to make sure you’re okay while you can’t communicate

Literally will fetch you anything and is willing to take a look at whatever it is that’s bothering you/making you so happy

It’s a struggle, but he’s doing his best <3

Jimmy

Despite spending a good chunk of his time around Jacket, he still struggles a bit to understand the whole non-verbal thing

Then again, he’s constantly shitfaced on coke so-

He’ll often keep pestering you on why you’re not talking or anything, only stopping when someone else intervenes

If you use ASL or gestures to communicate, he’ll start getting frustrated since he doesn’t understand most of it

With non-verbal cards or soundboards, he can understand a bit better

When you get sent into this state because of negative stimuli, he’ll try his best to calm you down

Most likely by offering you coke. And it works…sorta

J - “Shit uh… you want some coke-?”

Y - *wheezes*

J - “Wh-what!? Was it something I said!?”

If you’re non-verbal bc of positive stimuli, he’ll just talk about or show you stuff about the thing making you so happy

Literally making it worse 💀

At some point he’ll just end up getting tired [not of you! just by the fact that he’s been hammering that alcohol n drugs] and invite you to cuddle

Once the two of you pile up on the couch, you both kinda just calm down while cuddling

He falls asleep, you return to a verbal state again

Jimmy wakes up to a nice surprise when he sees that you’re talking again

He kinda just offers to cuddle every time you go non-verbal

It’s not the best strategy, but it sure as hell works

Sydney

Similar to Wolf, she completely understands and does her best to accommodate whenever you’re non-verbal

Can understand a good portion of ASL, but not that much

She doesn’t sign for you, but she’ll get a basic understanding if you sign

Simple gestures might raise some confusion though, but after one or two tries, she usually understands what you’re asking for

Very protective of you, regardless of whether or not you’re mute because of something positive or negative

Will literally kick ass if anyone makes fun of you or nags you to talk sokol cOUGH COUGH

“OI! They’ll talk when they wanna talk so SHUT IT YOU FUCK!”

She’ll let you sit in her silly swivel chair and draw whatever comes to mind. She has a bunch of crayons and paper stashed away specifically for you!

Sydney always hangs up the little drawings you make on her cork board because she thinks it’s cute

She also has noise-canceling headphones in case you’re overwhelmed by something

She’ll give them to you, sit down on the couch or at her desk with you in her lap, and let you chill out there

Always makes sure you’re comfortable and won’t push you to talk until you’re ready

Jacket

You don’t even have to try and explain those non-verbal moments. He kinda just knows

He’ll offer up some methods of communication if you don’t have a specific one, the most prominent ones being a tape recorder or a notepad and pen

Mf will literally buy you your own tape recorder not only for helping with communication, but also because matching tape recorders??? Please?????

The both of you use the exact same tapes, sometimes even trading tapes when you want to express something else

Sometimes the two of you will just annoy Sokol with it

Spamming tape recorder lines before Sokol has to swat the both of you away using his hockey stick

Though, for heists, the two of you make sure to use tapes with different voices to make sure other heisters can differentiate you

Though, sometimes you mix each others’ tapes up lol

Knows ASL very well, and also has some non-verbal cards in case you prefer to use those

He makes sure that you’re okay while you’re in this state, and he’ll murder literally anyone who even makes you uncomfortable in the slightest

If you find the corpse of some guy who told you to ‘speak up’ with his brains bashed in, don’t question it

Very understanding of whatever the situation is, and is very protective while you’re non-verbal

#payday 2 #payday #payday 2 x reader #fanfiction #payday x reader #fanfic #reader insert #headcanons #x reader #payday 2 headcanons

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no1sexymansimp · 7 months

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His guardian angel

‘Note to self; Never owe shit to Bain’ you thought to yourself for the seventh time since you grabbed the emergency bag and floored it on your motorbike. Luckily since seemingly the entirety of the police force was at the robbery you didn’t have to avoid any attempt to stop you for the obvious speeding.

You had owed Bain a favour after he essentially blackmailed you. As a nurse you had taken the hippocratic oath, you had taken the vows to heart; “I will abstain from all intentional wrong-doing and harm”, and you did. You helped the worst of humanity because you had to. You sucked it up, packed it away and ignored the guilt of the job. Of declaring the time of death of a sweet little girl to her family just minutes before having to care fo the intoxicated driver that took her life. God may judge you for what you did to that monster but his sins will far outweigh your own.

You was sloppy in my execution, leaving behind evidence, making you the main suspect and you would’ve been convicted if it wasn’t for him. Bain had made an offer you couldn’t refuse. To clear you of your actions and prove your “innocence” on the condition that you supply medical equipment and help to the Payday gang whenever needed.

That brings us to where you are now, flooring down a highway with Bain yelling the whole way, directing you to a vacant alleyway near the bank before you threw yourself off your bike and ran to the back of the building not even taking the time to remove the your helmet.

“Alright gang, Doc’s here. I’m sending them to the security room. Do not shoot” Bain chimes in after you duck through a broken window.

Despite Bain’s clear instructions, the moment you entered the security room you immediately get a face, well more like visor, full of pistol and see two of the most goofiest looking masks you’ve ever seen. This barely lasted a few seconds before Bain quickly responses again

“That’s them, Jacket. Do not kill them” The one with the goofiest looking rubber chicken mask you’ve ever seen lowered his gun slightly

You paid no mind to this as you immediately snapped your attention to the one slouched and bleeding heavily, ‘Hoxton’ your mind supplies. You promptly assess his injuries, sliding off the emergency medical bag off your should and unpacking the necessary equipment within minutes. Multiple deep lacerations, 3 gunshot wounds and most likely blunt force trauma to the head judging from the excessive bleeding pouring from under his mask. You reach up to remove the aforementioned mask, being stopped by a hand snatching your wrist and yanking it away. You looked back to see Jacket staring at you, tightening his grip on your wrist and the pistol in his other hand.

“I just need to remove his mask to check for head injuries and for a possible concussion”, he loosened his grip slightly, “You can guard the door to keep everyone else away” and with that he stood guard by the door and you could continue your work.

You resume removing his mask before beginning to attend to his other injures to improve his breathing, as you removed it he groaned and slowly blinked into consciousness. You doused some gauze in rubbing alcohol before pressing it into the gun wound in his leg, you felt slightly bad since you knew this hurts like a motherfucker but you just put that feeling into another box in the back of your mind.

While you continue to clean and wrap his wounds you ask him questions, keeping him awake and checking for a concussion.

“Can you tell me your name hun?” You tightly wrap the wound on his thigh, continuing on to the next injury

“It’s Hoxton- fuck- you’re the Doc Bain mentioned?” He tried to pull himself to a more up right position but you rested your hand on his shoulder lightly pushing him back to his original position without taking your eyes off what you were doing

You continue with the questions as you worked your way through the injuries, “The one and only, what do you remember doing before I got here”

“Fixing that stupid fucking piece of shit drill” He chuckled despite groaning immediately afterwards after aggravating his injuries.

His speech was slightly slurred although he doesn’t have a concussion, lucky him.

You reached up to tilt his head in order to gain better access to his head injury, softly holding the connecting area of his jaw and his throat. You reach over to grab another alcohol wipe before you notice him nodding off. As soon as you noticed, you softly tap his face until he woke again.

“‘Cmon love, you need to stay awake. We’re almost done alright?” You clean the laceration on his head as gently as you can, “Name something you can see”

He went silent for a moment before laughing to himself, “An angel”

You’ve been beside enough people on their death bed to recognize the distant and serene expression he had. The same look patients had when they’re beckoned to the afterlife by a guardian angel, a loved one sometimes patients have even mentioned seeing the grim reaper. You weren’t going to let him die, not that easily. You still owe it to Bain and by God were you going to repay it.

In a moment of sheer panic and desperation you roughly grab his jaw and flicked your visor up forcing him to make eye contact with you

“NO. Do not follow the angel. You are mine. Not theirs. Mine. You don’t get to leave, you are stuck with me and I chose when you die, alright?” You hold Hoxton a bit closer and subconsciously leaned in closer to inspect his expression, watching his expression shift from serene to a look of almost child-like giddiness

His speech became more slurred as he was fighting to stay conscious, “But they’re soooo preettty n’ waaarrm”

“I don’t care, they can’t have you. They have no claim over you. Do you understand?”, Words kept falling out of your mouth due to how anxious you were

He said nothing but nodded along anyways, his eyes were dilated, ears bright red and you tuck two fingers underneath his jaw to check his heart rate. It was beginning to spike up, most likely due to adrenaline.

Hoxton was honesty fucking confused when he first awoke to a stranger in a biker fit and after years of being touch starved, kinda just basked in your undivided attention as you tended to his injuries while he was too out of it to think properly. It was probably the severe blood loss convincing him to shoot his shot while he had the chance since despite Bain mentioning you in passing often you were never seen in the safe house nor had anyone ever met you, well till now at least.

He had not expected such a visceral reaction when he called you an angel, but he’d be a filthy fucking liar if he said your words didn’t have an affect on him. His words caught in his throat while he stared into your eyes, admiring how your eyes narrow and how your brows and nose scrunched as you stared into his soul.

While you finished cleaning his wound and wrapping it up while he just listened as your words replay in his head like a loop. It was a constant repeat of you staking your claim on him. He’s probably lost it, with years of bloodshed, stress and head injuries he was probably more fucked in the head then he’d like to admit. At the end of the day was he really that far gone if you’d lay your claim on him first. It was only fair if he was yours then you were rightfully his as well.

He tuned out his teammates and Bain while you helped transfer him to the escape van when the heist was done. After hauling him into the back, you were about to return back to your bike but was interrupted when he grabbed you again.

“Everything fuckin hurts”

“I know, hun. There’s meds at the safehouse and we can properly treat your injuries there”, While you spoke you tried to get out of his hold to get to your bike, but he kept groaning in pain whenever he moved.

A bleeding heart brought you into this situation, a strong sense of empathy being your achille’s heel. Even though you both were going to the same location, you now felt guilty for “leaving” him. With a sigh you turned around and called to the rest of the gang

“Anyone know how to ride a bike?”

Immediately another heister, ‘Sydney’ from what you overheard, perked up, “Abso-fucking-lutely” and caught the keys you threw in her direction barely giving her a second before pulling your helmet off to toss to her. While Sydney already had a mask, she cant drive around with that shit out unless she wanted to drag the entire police force with her. You return while Hoxton continues to stare at you while you try to keep him conscious during the trip

You settle in the back of the van next to him while he continued to hold onto you. His guardian angel

#payday 2 #hoxton #pd2 #payday x reader

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