Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Fight or Kiss

God, he was so reckless sometimes!
I paced the bedroom, my steps keeping up with my heartbeat as my worry and anger melted into one big ball.

Wrench came strolling into the room, like absolutely nothing had happened.

"What the actual fuck?" I angrily spit at him, my temper getting the better of me.

Wrench immediately stopped in his tracks, his back turned to me. He says nothing.

"You seriously expect to pull shit like that and actually get away with it? SFOD will be onto you like flies on shit!" I shout, my voice getting louder with each word.

Wrench stays still, but I notice his shoulders tense up, his head slowly turns to look at me.

"It isn't your problem" He mumbles.

"Isn't my problem?" I yell, scoffing and walking in front of him. Wrench takes off his mask and puts it on the bedside table.

"Seriously, you can't just clam up on this, what do you mean 'it isn't my problem?" I ask angrily.

"It means you aren't involved, you won't be part of the aftermath!" Wrench finally raises his voice.

"Fuck. That. Your problems are mine, we deal with this shit together, and petty things get pushed aside, DedSec agreed nothing personal!" I raise my voice again.

"Yeah, well maybe I didn't want you involved in this one, you ever think about that? About how I want to protect you from all this!" Wrench yells.

"I don't need protecting, fuck you!" I yell back. Wrench takes a step forward as I take a step back, my back hits the wall as Wrench looms over me, his arm resting against my head blocking me in.

We both stand there, staring at each other to see who will break first, our breaths mingle together and my breathing becomes uneven.

"I hate fighting with you" I mumble, averting my eyes and staring at the wall behind Wrench.

His other hand comes up to cup my chin, he raises my head so I'm forced to look at him.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I fucked up and it got personal, I'm always trying to protect you but I should know by now that you're a force to be reckoned with, damn if I get in the way" Wrench mumbles.

"I'm sorry too" I say, licking my lips and giving him a watery smile.

Wrench leans closer and presses his lips to mine, gently at first but it soon becomes a fight for dominance, which Wrench always wins.

His lips move away from mine and he begins kissing my neck, I whimper at the feeling and I feel Wrench smile.

He leans back and grumbles in my ear "Is this where we make up now? Because I've got a lot of apologising to do".

I grab his neck as his mouth meets mine once again.