Various One Shots

Wrench x Reader (Watch_Dogs 2) (The Second One)

What up? I like never update on this (although the only time I really update is when I get requests lol) but I got a request to do another Wrench x Reader which is great because I love Wrench so much he is actually the best, most amazing boy. Best eyes to exist, have you seen how blue they are? How they shine? BIIIIITCH. Okay, I'm gonna get started now. 

2nd Person POV

You were not a hacker.

You just weren't. He showed you lines of code and pointed and explained, but you didn't understand a word of it. You didn't understand how he could suddenly hold so much power with a laptop, his hands, and a little time.

He was not a baker.

He just wasn't. You would whisk and dip and twirl your way around the kitchen like nobody's business, and he didn't understand how you could do such intricate things with a flourish of your hand.  

You were both, however incredibly in love. 

You and Wrench met in high school. Freshman year, before he dropped out to become a hacker. While he moved up in the hacker world, you moved up right alongside him in the culinary world. You got to hear juicy details about anything he knew or had dug up, in exchange for silence and some sweets. Altogether, it was great. When you two had met, you were both fourteen-year-old, loser freshmen, alone in the cafeteria.

You walked up to him.

"Hi." You said after moving from your own empty lunch table to his. It was at this point that you noticed the wine stain-like birthmark over his left eye. You also noted the fair skin, affinity for dark clothes, and striking blue eyes. 

"Hi." His voice was higher than it is now. He noted that your clothes had white marks on them (from getting various types of icing and batter on them), as well as your Jimmy Siska watch, "I like your watch."

"Thanks, I like your lunchbox," You nodded towards the Jimmy Siska lunchbox in front of him, with some spiky fabric and various technological equipment inside, "Can I sit here?" 

"Uh, sure." He said, and you sat. His hands worked wonders as he messed with wires, only pausing to take a bite of his sandwich, taking care not to get any crumbs mixed in with the components. 

"Hey, uh," he flicked his eyes up at you as you started talking, but quickly refocused, "What are you working on?"

"A mask." He answered simply.

"A mask? Cool. What for?"

"What do you think it's for?" He suddenly glared up at you, "Are you fucking with me?" 

"What, no, I-" 

"Look, I get that I look weird, so I get it if you want to fuck with me, but really, just leave me alone." He then looked back as he held a mini sautering iron to a small area. 

"No, I'm not fucking with you, um... dude, I just... we both weren't sitting with anyone and I wanted to change that." You confessed. He felt skeptical, but he wasn't going to ask you to move if you really weren't going to mess with him. "So, uh, my name's Y/N. What's yours?

He didn't say a word. 

"Nothing? Well, you look pretty handy. What if I called you... Wrench?" 

And you kept calling him Wrench, even when you learned his real name. 

Well, apparently he liked it because soon it was his name to everyone. Even still, he liked the way you said it the best.

Wrench didn't change much after he started using the mask. He worked on it in the two years he was in high school and dropped out the moment he got more comfortable with it. The only difference was that he seemed more outgoing. Suddenly, the warmness he previously only showed to you was for everyone, and you loved it.