Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Rushing Romance

"I got here as quick as I could" I manage to gasp out to the rest of DedSec as I double over, trying to get my breath back.

I lift my head and let out a relieved sigh when I see that they're all just as scruffily put together as I am.

"Nice shirt" Wrench chuckles from opposite me, my eyes travel from his sneakers up his grey sweatpants and up to his grey tee, until I finally stare into his mask.

"Thanks" I simply say, giving him an unimpressed look.

When Sitara called me and told to to hurry to the hackerspace without wasting a minute, I climbed out of bed and dusted off the Cheeto crumbs, pulling on black leggings and an oversized tee that says "Smut, Spice and Everything Nice", I then added my black boots that I didn't even tie together and my leather jacket to fight off the 2 AM breeze.

"So why are we here?" Josh mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he collapses onto a chair, startling a dozing Marcus beside him.

"We got hacked, Prime_Eight somehow got into our system and sent a virus to all our followers, now they won't trust us and we look like total dipshits!" Sitara exclaims, pulling at her hair as she paces around.

"Shit" Wrench mumbles, his mask flashing momentarily as he goes over to the mini fridge and grabs cans of soda for the all.

"So we just need to erase the virus and install better protection, right?" I say to the group, crossing my arms as I feel Wrench's gaze on me.

"Well yeah, but if we don't do it soon then we're breaking our promise to protect people!" Sitara snaps, throwing herself into a nearby chair.

Marcus gets up and goes over to her, kneeling down as they talk in low voices.

"Do you really wear that to bed?" Wrench murmurs from behind me.

I put a hand to my chest and turn around, "Jesus!" I say, "And for your information, yes I do, I was cold and in the middle of watching a documentary."

Wrench "Hmmms" before adding "You should have called, I would have come over and warmed you up."

I scoff and roll my eyes, "Yeah, you're probably freezing right now in just a tee shirt."

Wrench reaches out and wraps one arm around me, pulling me closer to him as his other hand comes up my shirt as he presses his hand to my back. I gasp at the contact, but am surprised to find his hand is actually warm.

"See? I guess I'm just hot for you." He mumbles.

I laugh as he slowly rubs circles on my back, I instinctively lean towards him and press my forehead to his chest.

"Your hearts beating pretty fast" I say.

"Yeah, well I wasn't metaphorically speaking a minute ago." He groans, and I realise he's right, I go to look down but his hand stops my chin.

"Sweetheart, we need to keep things PG 13 here, and we have a crisis, so let's do this another time." He mumbles, taking a deep breath and stepping away, adjusting his sweatpants as he grabs his laptop and sits down, setting it on top of his lap.

"Alright, let's sort this shitstorm out!" He cheers, whilst everyone else tensely nods and gets to work.