Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Tattooing You

You happily trot on over to Wrench's workbench at the hackerspace, sitting on the bench, dangling your legs as Wrench unscrews something next to you.

"Wrench" You drawl in a voice that tells him you want something, you give him a sweet smile.

He huffs robotically with his mask, putting down the screwdriver and looking up at you.

"Yes my sweet angel, the apple my eye, my one true-" He begins sarcastically, since he never calls you them pet names. Your sudden frown stops him from continuing.

"Yeah Y/N?" He finally asks.

"I want a tattoo" You ask, tilting your head down and wiggling your feet.

"And?" Wrench asks, "Don't you already have a few?".

You roll your eyes, "Well yeah, duh you've definitely seen them, but I want another...I want you to do it".

Wrench barks out a laugh and puts his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. When he realises you're being serious, he stops, narrowing his eyes at you.

"You do know I'm not a professional right?" He tells you, holding his arms out infront of you, as if that's proof enough.

"Well I can see you're no Van Gough, but I thought it was a nice idea...honey cake, sweet pea, my handsome-" You begin as a joke, and stop when Wrench expects you to go on.

"Yeah, I'm not finishing that last one" You smile.

"Alright, I'll do it, but I'm not a fan of it" Wrench shrugs as your smile widens.

---Later that evening, at your house---

Sitting on the sofa, you watch as Wrench sets up his tattoo gun, putting some black ink into a cup and grabbing some kitchen roll.

"Why did you want me to do this again Sweetheart?" He asks whilst cleaning your arm gently, his touch warm.

"Because"

"Because?" Wrench draws out.

"Because it's fun, because it's like you're always with me, because I want a new tattoo" You tell him, shrugging and blushing at that middle statement.

Wrench looks up at you, his mask gone so you can see the blue of his eyes, his gaze burns into yours and you look down at your arm.

"Okay" He just simply says, you look up expecting more, but he just smiles at you.

"But you have to tattoo me too" He adds on. Your eyes widen as you flail, shaking your head and scrunching your eyebrows.

"No way, I can't do that!" You laugh.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you, plus I can't draw for shit" you smile at him.

"And you think I'm not worried about hurting you? Look, if I'm tattooing you, it's only fair I get something out of it too" He bribes with one brow raised.

You huff a "Fine" as Wrench places a homemade stencil on your arm.

"Ready?" He asks with an intake of breath, you nod and give him an encouraging wink.

Slowly he begins, and it only hurts a little, he's gentle not to hurt you, looking up at you every so often to make sure you're okay. When it's done, you absolutely love it, and can't thank him enough.

"Well it's there forever, so I hope you do" He jokes.

You both swap places as Wrench prepares everything for his turn, teaching you how to swap the needles and how hard to press.

"Where do you want it?" You ask, and in answer he takes off his shirt, leaving you drawing at his tattooed chest and stomach.

"Eyes up here sweetheart" He jokes, pointing at the left side of his chest, over his heart.

"Are you sure?" You ask nervously, biting your lip.

"Yeah, cliche as it is, you're my heart" He laughs, but you can tell he really means it.

Wrench lies down and you get on top of him, straddling him as you free hand a small tattoo of something that reminds him of you (a book, piano, whatever your hobby is).

He occasionally winces, so you lean down and give him a peck on the lips before finally finishing up.

You get off him and drag him to the mirror, showing him your art.

"Do you like it?"

"Well I'm glad no one's gonna see that one" He jokes, and you playfully punch him in the arm.

Wrench wraps his arms around you from behind, and kisses your cheek, "It's my favourite one yet".

You smile and lean back into his warmth, enjoying the experience you both have had together.

"Now let's go eat ice cream and play Call Of Duty" You suggest, Wrench smiles as he watches you toddle off.