Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- No Longer Enemies

Rain pours down in sheets, as pure adrenaline forces you to keep going, down the sketchy alleyways where strange people give you sultry smiles, across the busy roads, and finally, up all the stairs to the one place you know you'll be safe...Wrench's place.

You knock on your his door, your energy finally runs out as your legs give in, falling to the ground and slumping against the wall, you begin to lose hope.

The door cracks open, before the familiar deep voice you've come to loathe mutters a "Shit!". You and Wrench are both part of DedSec, but you definitely don't get along.

You whimper as he picks you up bridal style, your body bruised and bettered, bleeding out from numerous scrapes. "I'm sorry, I had nowhere else to go" You moan.

"Shhh, you're safe" He coos, holding you tighter as he kicks the door shut behind him and takes out into the bathroom.

It's a small bathroom, but he still places you gently on the counter as you fall back agasint the mirror on the wall.

He rushes through the cabinets, searching for bandages and something to clean your cuts.

He comes back, cupping your face as worry fills his face, but his voice is hard as he says "Who did this to you?"

You shake your head, the people already dealt with, but they still managed to hurt you in the process.

He begins cleaning yours cuts, starting on your arms before moving on to your face.

"This is going to sting" He apologises, tilting your head and cleaning the massive cut on your forehead. You hiss at the pain as you finally make eye contact.

"Why is it everytime we see each other, it's never on good terms" He asks softly. You lick your dry lips and shrug as he places a plaster on your head.

"You hate me, you should have left me there to bleed out" You joke, a small smile pulls the corner of your lips.

He doesn't smile back though, instead he leans forward and carefully presses his forehead to yours, avoiding the cut.

"Hypothetically speaking, what if I didn't hate you as much as you think?" He mumbles, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

You scoff, "Then why are you such an asshole to me?"

"Because I'm terrified of getting attached to you"

Your eyes widen at his statement, and you can't help but to stare into those magnetic eyes, his lips only inches from yours.

"I'm scared of losing you, and I know you're too good for me, but I'm selfish and I want you, so the next best thing I could do was to pretend."

You lean forward a tiny amount, "But you like me, right?"

He rolls his eyes, giving you an answer in the form of a heated kiss, his mouth claiming yours with a fiery passion, his arms bring you forward, on the edge of the counter as you wrap your legs around him, wanting him to consume you like oxygen.

"This wasn't the answer I was looking for" You gasp as his lips find your neck.

He laughs in a low tone, "What else did you want Sweetheart? The minute you came to my door asking for help, I knew right then that I was going to be selfish"

"Then I'll be selfish too"  You say, not wanting to admit that you like him, but also not denying it.