Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Crisis

I lay on my back in the hallway, the wooden floor making my body feel stiff, yet the hardness also makes me feel stable, something I really need right now.

I hear the front door open a few meters away from my head, and the scuffing sound of squeaky shoes.

"Oh my fucking God, Y/N are you okay?!" Wrench shouts, his keys drop to the floor and he immediately gets on his knees, his hands feel all over my body.

I crack open an eye and smile at him, "Hi" I say.

"What have you done now? I told you to stop skidding around in your fluffy socks" Wrench's worrier voice panics.

"I'm fine, I'm fine" I mumble, slowly sitting up with Wrench's arms holding me.

"If you're fine, then why the hell are you laying on the floor?" He asks confused.

"Having an existential crisis" I shrug.

"Riiight" Wrench laughs, which makes me break out into a smile.

"Wanna talk about it?" He says, nudging my shoulder with his.

"Nah, I want a bath though, the floor is surprisingly dusty" I smile.

"One anti-existensial crisis bath coming right up" Wrench says, helping me up and walking to the bathroom.

I follow him and watch as he fills up the bath with hot water, adding bubbles and lighting my favourite lavender candle, he then lays out towels and goes to get my pyjamas as I strip and get in.

The water and bubbles cover me entirely, as Wrench comes back with my pyjamas.

"How is it?" He asks, sitting on the toilet lid.

"Perfect, thank you" I smile at him, relaxing into the water closing my eyes.

I hear Wrench walk away and come back a few minutes later, two beers in hand.

He opens them both and we both take a gulp at the same time.

"Rough day too, huh?" I ask him raising an eyebrow.

"You could say that" He sighs.

I pat the water, accidentally causing bubbles to fly everywhere, "Join me?" I ask.

He nods before removing his mask and clothes, his wonderfully tattooed body slips into the bath behind me.

I lie back down and lean against his back, his hand traces circles on my shoulder as my head leans back into the crook of his neck.

"We should do this more often" I smile, as he plants a kiss on my forehead.

"Yeah" He happily sighs, as we both enjoy each others company and relax...for a short time.