Money Honey! // PAYDAY 2 X READER HEADCANONS + ONESHOTS

❤️ Break - JACKET X READER

Red.

That was all you could see.

Your hands had been stuck in the same position for hours now, your fingers now bruised.

You couldn't seem to stop. You had to finish what you had started.

Blood coated the walls and the floors.

Your blood.

Blood of your past, blood of your mistakes.

They haunt you.

What had gotten you into this mess in the first place?

To put it simply, you were playing a new game on your Nintendo Switch. Super Meat Boy Forever.

You'd been stuck on a level for hours and you still couldn't seem to get your timing right. With every fail you made, you had to restrain yourself from throwing the handheld console across room.

"God dammit all to hell!" You huffed, putting your game on pause to give your hands a good stretch. They were pretty cramped up after hours of playing.

You were in Jacket's hangout, laying on the couch trying to get past the level. Jacket was off on a heist and he doesn't say anything about not being in that room, so you decided to lounge in there while he was away.

You brought your hands back up to the buttons, about to resume your game when you heard the click of a tape recorder.

"Did you know that the Nintendo Entertainment System- ... was initially called the 'Family Computer' when released in Japan?"

You jumped, sitting yourself up to meet the eyes of that all familiar chicken man. It took you a minute to process that Jacket was standing in front of you, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Geez...warn a pal next time, okay?" You chuckled, tucking your Switch into its case and zipping it up. As you stood up and reached for your case, Jacket grabbed you by the wrist, pulling your hand towards him and seemingly examining your reddened fingers. He then turned his head towards the case on the couch.

"Please rest and avoid exerting yourself." Played the tape recorder, his gaze now focused directly on you.

"I'm fine, Jacket. A little gaming didn't hurt." You gave him a soft smile, attempting to pull your arm away. His grip tightened, forcing you to stay put. "Jacket plea-"

"Please rest-" Was the last thing coming out of his tape recorder before he tossed it carelessly to the side. Pushing your console case to the side, he sat you back down on the couch, nuzzling his mask onto your shoulder as he sat down next to you.

You didn't protest, feeling his grip on your wrist slowly ease as he sat there, his bloodied mask rubbing up against your side, sometimes even your neck.

"Fine...I'll rest."