Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Curvy Body Positivity

You and Wrench sprint through the rain, the night air making you shiver uncontrollably as you both finally make it to Wrench's place.

He leads you to his bedroom, taking off his top and replacing it with another.

"Here, you can borrow one of mine" He says to you, passing you a tee.

You take it hesitantly, staring at it.

"What's wrong?" He asks, taking off his soggy jeans and putting on grey sweatpants, you blush and look away, even though you both have been dating a short-ish time.

"Nothing" You mumble, getting the word out quickly.

Wrench takes off his mask, something he's only done recently and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

Thunder booms in the distance, and lightning thrashes the sky, rain pours heavily down th window.

"The longer you stand there shivering, the more chance you have of catching a cold" Wrench says lightly, trying to press you.

You nod, but still don't make any movements.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He finally asks upfront, coming over to you and titling your chin up. You avoid his eyes and take a deep, deep breath.

"I'm scared" You admit, your voice wavering.

"Scared? You know I'd never force you into anything right?" He tell you so honestly that your eyes tear up a little.

You give another brief nod.

"So what are you scared of? You can tell me anything"

"Me" You say weakly, your teeth chatter now.

"You?" He asks, not understanding.

You let out a frustrated sigh, "I'm scared of taking my top off, showing you my-" You pause and he waits, "My body".

Wrench frowns, and leans down to look into your eyes.

"Why would you think that?" He asks in an almost whisper.

"Because I'm not a supermodel, I've got stretch marks and I'm not skinny" You say, more tears filling your eyes.

Wrench's hand comes up and wipes away the falling tear, "I think you're perfect, I don't give a shit about your size or your stretch marks, I think you're fucking stunning and I'm so lucky to have you. Some days I think I don't even deserve you".

You give him a watery smile, and see his eyes are glazed.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

"It just kills me a little that you can't see yourself the way I see you" He says, his voice breaking.

You lean forward and kiss him, and he kisses you back with the same tenderness.

"Close your eyes. Please" You nervously say, Wrench nods and does as told.

Slowly, peeking at Wrench the whole time, you take off your soaking wet clothes, leaving on the undergarments, and put on his top, before clinging under the duvet of his bed.

"You can open your eyes" You say, voice only just above a whisper.

Wrench turns around to see you in his bed, and he joins you, coming around to his side and climbing under the covers with you.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

You nod, laying down and getting comfortable.

"Is it okay if I hold you?" Wrench asks, and you nod again.

Slowly, his arms snake around your body, one arm wrapping around your middle and the other comes below your head, pulling you into his warm chest as you continue to shiver, the sound of the rain comforts you.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, you're warm" You tell him as his face buries into your neck.

"It's freezing outside, next time we think we can avoid the storm, let's just drive" He says, adding a small laugh to lighten the mood.

You're happy to change the subject, so you agree, telling him you like the rain.

You both settle into a comfortable silence as the storm lulls you to sleep, with Wrench's occasional neck kisses making you feel more confident and loved.