Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Alcohol and Aspirations

"Honey I'm home!" Wrench shouts, well it's more like slurs as I sit up from the couch. I rub my eyes and check the time, seeing it's around midnight.

"Hi." I mumble as he stumbles towards me, taking off his mask and setting it on the coffee table after a few attempts. He then practically falls on top of me, his head on my chest as his legs dangle off of the couch.

"You're so pretty, did you know that?" He murmurs, pressing a kiss to my neck. I smile and shake my head, his warm breath tickles as he sighs.

"Did you have fun?" I ask, siting up a little. Wrench groans and follows me, his arms wrap around me like a koala.

He nods. I place a hand on the side of his face, brushing his dirty blonde hair out of the way. His eyes are closed as he mumbles "It was great, but I think I drank too much, I wish you were there to stop me. You always look after me."

I stroke his hair as he sits up, his face inches from mine as he opens his eyes and stares at me, his bloodshot eyes squinting a little before he comes out with something unexpected.

"Wanna fuck?" He asks, smirking a little as my eyes widen.

"That's some aspiration you've got there, I don't think it's a good idea right now." I whisper, patting his head as he frowns and pouts.

"I think it's a fucking great idea, I love having sex with you, it's almost as good as coffee, actually, no, you're better than coffee." He rambles, his voice excited as he talks.

"Well I'm glad you think that my little Wrench fry, but you're drunk as hell and you'll probably end up hurting yourself." I try to reason, laughing as his hands climb under my top.

"I didn't say kinky sex, just the regular hide the cucumber." He whines, rubbing circles on my skin as I try to sit up properly.

I shake my head grinning. "Let's get you to bed."

Wrench smiles and nods, "See, that's what I'm talking about!"

I grab his arm as I stand up, pulling him up with me. He's fairly steady until we get to the bedroom, where he collapses on the bed and brings me with him, so I end up laying on his chest.

"You've got nice boobies." He slurs, glancing down my top. I shake my head and flick his nose as I lean away from him.

"Come back, you're like a warm, squishy bear." He whines, reaching out to me and grabbing thin air.

I pull the duvet over him and head to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and some painkillers for the morning. When I get back into the bedroom Wrench has cocooned himself into the blankets, mouth open as he gently snores.

I set the drink on his side and slip into bed, switching off the light. Wrench rolls over and rests his head on my chest, his arm pulls me closer as I stroke his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead I close my eyes.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He murmurs, suddenly awake again and kissing my hand.

"You too Reggie." I whisper, but he's already snoring again.