Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- The Age Gap

"It's not an issue for me" I say to Wrench in his garage.

We've been 'going out' for a few weeks now, well we've been on a few dates and kissed only a few times, but we've also had deep conversations and told each other things nobody else knows, so I'd say we're pretty close.

"It wouldn't be for you, I'm the older one!" Wrench raises his voice.

"Okay, well yeah there's an age gap, but it's not major, and I don't care! My parents have the same age difference" I say, beginning to raise my voice.

"It's 6 years!" Wrench finally shouts

"I'm 20, I can make my own decisions you asshole!" I remark, stepping closer to him.

Wrench steps forward as well, so we're practically toe to toe.

"I know, I'm just saying that some people might find it...weird" He draws out with a sigh, before stepping back and putting both of his hands behind his head.

I once again take a step forward, "Fuck what everyone else thinks, I've always gone out with people older than me, I'm just mature for my age" I shrug.

"Yeah, well you've always been the adult between us" Wrench admits with a small laugh, "You're like an 80 year old stuck in a 20 year olds body".

I laugh and scoff, "Fuck you!" I joke, hitting him playfully on the shoulder.

"Later. Just listen to what I'm saying, if we do make this 'official' we're going to have to deal with some shit from some people" Wrench tells me.

I nod, before smiling, "There's no one else I'd rather annoy the shit out of, but you".

Wrench laughs before pulling me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my middle as I wrap mine around his neck, tip toeing up to rest my head on his shoulder.

"Mine" Wrench murmurs. I giggle before squeezing tighter, "I'm into the whole possessive shit" I mumble.