Here's some Payday 3 content for the wolfhox enjoyers. It's absolute crumbs but I'm eating everything we get. This is from the story videos from launch, so slight spoilers ahead. I tried to remove as much context as possible, one is just an entire scene though.
Exceptionally busy, but I managed to pull this together rapidly before I disappear back into the void!
Something something Valentine's Day something something
I couldn't remember which color Hoxton's hair was, but last time I saw a drawing someone colored of it, I think it was black? If that isn't right, I likely recalled it incorrectly
+ the unfinished 2nd thingy that was meant to go along with this
It's like banging two coconuts together, they make a hollow clunk and the insides of both of them get all jostled around
Can I request a Payday fic (or headcanons if you prefer those) about Wolf feeling down (I haven't thought of a reason, maybe he's just stressed, idk) and being comforted by the reader/one of the guys ? So, something a little angsty, that turns into tons of fluff. Bonus points if there's some crying and hugs/cuddles. This guy deserves so much love.
If you do it, thanks so much ! And take care ! :D
A/N: I love the scrunkle, everyone keep sending Wolf requests, I beg!! (Also pls send like.. Sydney, Hoxton and Jacket requests too omgomgomgmgomgom)
I had to do WolfHox. Sorry not sorry. I can do one with reader if you want another version.
Wolf sighs. Of course their heist had to go wrong. He sits in his room, away from the others, and stares off into space. He’s completely stressed out. He doesn’t want to bother anyone with his feelings, especially since they’re stressed out too. He’s stressed out because they didn’t make it out with the money, Clover got injured, and he just misses his family that he left behind many years ago. He lets out a low, frustrated and incoherent grumble before curling up in his bed.
Everything is taking a toll on him now and he doesn’t know why. He’s fairly open about his feelings but it feels like he’s been bottling them up for a while. When was the last time he ranted to someone? He doesn’t even remember. He wraps his arms around himself and slowly drifts off to sleep, thinking about all the things that have kept him up and feeling stressed.
He wakes up a few hours later to the sound of his door opening. It’s dark outside now and the lack of light in his room at the moment makes it seem even darker. He’s still groggy when someone shuts the door and walks over to his bed before laying down next to him. Wolf lets out a groggy, “Hm?” and turns to look at the person. He can faintly make out who it is.. It’s Hoxton. Hoxton smiles a little and wraps his arms around Wolf. “Hey.. It’s just me, you’re okay.” Wolf relaxes almost immediately and leans into Hoxton’s touch.
Hoxton and Wolf are both silent for a long while before Hoxton speaks up. “You doing okay, Ulf?” He knew Wolf was stressed. He always knew when Wolf was, since he wasn’t distant unless he was stressed and overthinking. Wolf shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes. He can’t form any words, his mouth feels dry. He opts to turning towards Hoxton and buries his face in the British man’s chest, letting out a quiet sob. Hoxton is.. Surprised, to say the least. He quickly recovers and rubs Wolf’s back softly, “It’s okay.. Let it all out.”
Wolf finally finds the strength to speak. He rambles in between sobs, nearly incoherent and he hiccups and speaks quickly about all the things that have been stressing him out in the past month. Hoxton listens, still just rubbing Wolf’s back to comfort the Swede. When Wolf finishes his heartbreaking rambles, Hoxton presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. He speaks so quietly and softly, trying his hardest to comfort Wolf, “There you go.. It’s all going to be okay, Ulf. You’re doing so well and I’m glad you’re still here.” Wolf soon calms down as Hoxton whispers sweet nothings in his ear.
Hoxton feels the Swedish man relax in his arms and pulls him closer. They soon drift off to sleep together, Wolf being the first to fall asleep. Hoxton sighs contentedly, whispering against Wolf’s temple. “Goodnight, Ulf.. I love you.” He soon falls asleep as well, still holding Wolf tightly yet gently, as the stars begin to burn brighter in the dark, night sky.
Maybe telling someone about the things that are stressing you isn’t so bad after all.. Especially when they love you more than you could ever know.