Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Pop That Question

Wrench comes home from a day of hacking as I'm cooking dinner, his arms wrap around me as he stands behind me and puts his chin on my shoulder.

"Hey sweetheart." He murmurs, taking off his mask and pressing a kiss to my neck.

"Hey to you too." I laugh as he leaves a trail of kissed going up and up until he kisses behind my ear.

"Your clothes are filthy, you should go get changed." I smile, turning around and seeing oil and god knows what on his jeans and tee.

"Wanna come with?" He suggests with a wink, I roll my eyes and turn around, grabbing a spoonful of food and shoving it in Wrench's face.

He stares at the spoon before leaning forward and putting it in his mouth, and I stare as he sucks on the utensil.

You know what, maybe dinner can burn.

"This is amazing my little Ratatouille." He exclaims, and I wave the empty spoon at him.

"Correction, the rat's name is Remy." I say referring to my favourite Disney movie.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute." He tells me.

I plate up the food and set out some wine glasses, prepping everything to surprise Wrench.

He comes back wearing black sweatpants and a grey tee, and I almost drop the bottle of wine.

I serve up dinner as he sits down, and I take my place at the table as his eyes roam around the food.

"This all looks like an orgy for the mouth, thanks." He jokes as I smirk at him.

"Yeah? This right here is wife material." I laugh, but he just stares at me for a few moments before replying.

"I agree, you'd definitely make a great housewife" He teases, and I throw a bit of garlic bread at him which he catches and eats.

"Would you want to?" He asks after a few minutes of us eating.

"Want to what?" I mumble around a mouth full of food.

"Be my wife?" He finishes, and my eyes widen to the size of saucers. I try to hurry up eating and gulp as it goes down, taking a sip of my wine I pretend to coneplate the idea.

"Hmmm, I mean I suppose I could spend the rest of my life with you." I draw out, and Wrench smirks at me, getting up an crouching down in front of me.

"What are you-?" I begin, but gasp when he pulls out a ring.

"I'm proposing sweetheart," He laughs, "I wanted something unique for you, so I made it myself."

My eyes scan the silver ring, seeing now that instead of a jewel it's got a tiny little wrench on the top.

"Oh fuck." I murmur, feeling shocked and elated.

"Yeah, that's the plan for later, but right now I'd love to hear your answer." He says, looking a little worried.

"Yes." I whisper, and he breaks out into a grin as he places the ring on my finger.

I immediately squeal and jump up, wrapping my arms around him before dancing around the room, chanting "I'm getting married! I'm getting married!"

My fluffy socks slip on the floor and I almost fall laughing, but Wrench catches me and mumbles "Yeah, if you live that long."

"Grab that bottle of wine!" I call out as he carries me to the bedroom.