DISCLAIMER - I AM NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE PAYDAY STORYLINE , NOR THE BACKSTORIES OF THE MAIN CREW . MOST CHAPTERS WILL BE CENTERED AROUND SPECIAL ENEMIES OR THEY WILL BE VERY OUT OF CHARACTER . I AM WORKING ON FINISHING THE STORYLINE .
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bet i actually had a jacket x reader fluff piece somewhere in my drafts , but i never got around to actually writing it . so i'll just use that prompt lol
"Huh...that's weird." Wolf muttered to himself as he averted his gaze from the gadget he was working on, in which his speak pulled Wick out of his thoughts.
"What's weird?" Wick inquired, raising a brow as he gave Wolf a curious look.
"Jacket...isn't wearing his jacket." Wolf answered, his befuddled look morhping into one of cringe. "I...wish he put it back on."
Unfortunately for Wolf, Jacket wouldn't be able to get the said piece of clothing back. He couldn't seem to find his signature jacket anywhere. He had already hounded Aldstone about it, as he made the mistake of letting the butler wash it since it was practically soaked in muck.
Of course, this time around, Jacket couldn't find it anywhere, and he was already going crazy about it. His fists were curled to the point where his knuckles were going white, and his face was flustered with anger. He's been angry before, but this is the first time the heisters have ever seen him visibly angry. Not even Sokol had the balls to make any remarks to him whilst he stomped by.
It was a strange sight for the safe house to see Jacket without his jacket, but it was also a sign that they probably shouldn't agitate him further. The one person who would've been able to calm him down was his partner. His partner? You.
You had to go on a heist, a stealth one to be specific, but you had to go to a place that was very cold, plus the heist was apparently urgent. You ended up grabbing a random coat out of Aldstone's finished laundry pile, and that coat just so happened to be Jacket's.
Fortunately, you were just arriving back at the safe house, but you weren't expecting to be stared at by Sydney and Houston as you hopped out of the back of the van. The staring continued, this time by other heisters. You were rather uncomfortable because of the fact, but your attention was pulled away from that when you heard the sounds of an all-too-familiar Russian... pleading for mercy?
"ПОЖАЛУЙСТА! I don't know where it is, я клянусь!"
You started your way down the stairs towards the safe house basement, the sounds of Sokol's cries and begs for whoever it was to let him go getting louder.
"Erm... is everything okay in he-" You paused, your face paling upon seeing teal-shirted sociopath gripping tightly onto the now crumpled shirt collar of the poor Russian hockey player. You've seen Sokol pick fights with Jacket, sure, but never the other way around. "Woah woah! Hey! What the hell is going on in here!?"
Jacket's head snapped towards you, his eyes filled with a glaring rage as he stared at you with nearly murderous intent. Recognizing his jacket, he was ready to run at you and choke you to death with the aforementioned clothing. However, he stopped, now registering that it was you wearing his jacket.
His cheeks flushed a bright red, his mind blanking on him as he let go of Sokol. He didn't even notice the loud groan that was elicited from the Russian man, as his attention was now on you. You were just about to help Sokol up, only to find yourself unable to move. Why? Well, Jacket had rushed up to you and trapped you in a tight hug.
He had his face buried into the crook of your neck, holding you close as if he were a child with his comfort plush. You were honest to god adorable to him whilst wearing his jacket, but the sheer fact that you were wearing it had his heart fluttering. Did you find it comfy? Did it make you feel nice? He wanted to know all of these things, but he couldn't bring his hands to get his tape recorder or sign this to you.
"Jacket I-" You were just about to try and bring his attention towards the fact that Dallas had come down to the basement to try and speak to him, but Jacket swept you off your feet...literally. He hoisted you into a princess carry before retreating to his hangout for a cuddle session.
The others just stared, most with confused expressions as they glanced at each other. Dallas let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in disappointment and relief as he muttered:
