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goorehound · 1 year

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YOU WRITE FOR WATCH DOGS 2!?!?! Holy shit, sorry haha 😅 I got excited because I thought no one wrote for that game anymore

May I ask for anything, literally anything, with Wrench and a gn reader? I saw in your bio that requests were open? However, if that's not the case, feel free to ignore this.

Anywho, have a pleasant day!

you are my new favourite. i was dying for somebody to request some Wrench stuff, and I’m more than happy to oblige. I picked out a prompt from my prompt list to help me get an idea, and hopefully it hits the spot! this was super rushed because I was eager to get it out (I was way too excited for this dude)

#21 acting even more foolish around them than before

mildly nsfw, 18+, Wrench x GN!reader

Heart Eyes

Wrench was a weird fucking dude. It did not take long for one to notice that - three minutes in a conversation with him will give that away easily. So you were used to his odd behaviour and it barely made a blip on your radar. It was just Wrench being Wrench.

But lately things had felt a little stranger - specifically within the last couple weeks. It started with something small, nothing wildly absurd. He’d come over to you from his own work station, his finger rested in the hole of a donut that he then presented to you.

You looked up briefly from your work to accept it, giving a double take as you eased it off his finger. “Thanks?” You’d expected to see a box, assuming that Wrench had just gone on a coffee run for everyone and brought back some treats.

“You’re welcome.”

But it was just him and a singular donut. Wherever he’d gotten that from.

He nodded, watching silently as he clamped his hands behind his back as you took a bite - furrowing your brows and giving him a weird look before starting to return to your work with mild amusement.

“Cool.” He’d said decisively before fucking back off to whatever he was currently taking apart. Okay. The energy there had been kind of awkward, but it was mere seconds later that you completely forgot it.

The next scenario could certainly be brushed off as simply a drunken slip up. You had all been drinking after a success, celebrating and sharing jokes while lounging in the common area.

Your conversation with Josh had just finished up and you turned, intending to share the joke you’d told with Wrench. You heard a garbled noise and some static before Wrench lurched forward and hung his head down, startling enough that you jolted backwards.

“You okay? What’s up?” You crowded a bit closer after the initial surprise, bracing a hand on his shoulder. He spluttered and coughed before nodding, and you could see liquid dripping slowly out of his mask.

“Did you,” You were already starting to laugh. “Did you talk with a mouthful of beer?”

Another pathetic nod before he was placing the half empty bottle on the table and pushing himself off the couch.

“Be right back.” He muttered out and oh my god. Perhaps it was simply the buzz you were riding but in his absence you and Marcus laughed yourselves sick over it.

The next time you guys had gathered for a hangout, not nearly as jovial as the last and with far less alcohol, a more melancholy gathering. It had been a shitty day for everyone and you’d all congregated on the couch to offer moral support, quiet and sparse conversations.

Wrench gave a heaving - dramatic - sigh and fiddled with his phone. “Alright. I’m gonna go for a smoke.” He turned to you this time, LEDs displaying question marks. “Do you wanna come for me?”

Flashing exclamation points.

“With.” He corrected in a rush, sitting straight up. “With. Do you wanna come with me? Fuck. Never mind.” And then he was practically booking it out the door, leaving you with a startled and amused smile on your face. You caught Horatio out of the corner of your eye, his chin was tucked against his chest and he was shaking his head. Clearly trying to hold back laughter.

You didn’t think much of these things. They were just funny. Maybe Wrench was just a bit out of it lately, and it was all pretty funny.

Like when he’d aimed to lean his hip against the counter when you were explaining some programming to him, and he’d completely overshot it and ate shit.

Or when you two had gone out drinking alone and you’d stumbled out of the booth, and his instinctive reaction had been to reach out to steady you. He’d torn his arm back like he’d been burned when he instead ended up with a handful of your ass, apologizing profusely and ending up with his face buried in his arms for the next ten minutes.

But when you followed that up with the time you bent over to get something and he sliced his hand open with a loud and very aggravated cursing fit, his sudden fascination with getting you food or some little gift when he was out for a while, or the way he’d begun almost stumbling over himself to talk to you or be there one to sit next to you - him being weird didn’t quite cover it anymore.

Okay. You were giving yourself too much credit. You’d seen some heart eyes flashing in your direction. Literal, bright white hearts.

So you made the connection. Maybe a bit slower than the rest of your friends, but you weren’t that oblivious. And you weren’t uninterested. You’d been entertaining that idea since the first week of knowing Wrench, the whole spikes, tattoos, voice-modulator and dorky personality had really done it for you.

You couldn’t recall what Wrench had been rambling about, his half delirious rantings that fit perfectly in the far too early hours of the mornings. Each of you perched on the couch with your own red bulls, keeping the place alive long after everyone had called it quits for the night.

Eventually, when Wrench kept stumbling over his words and cracking lamer jokes than usual, you placed down your drink. Watching the bright question marks light up when you shuffled closer to him, wordlessly grabbing either side of his head and delicately planting a kiss on the front of his mask - careful to avoid the spikes.

Honestly it was a little scary when the usually expressive screen went black. Unresponsive. Slowly, as the fear that you’d misunderstood crept in, you released his face. When you started to ease out of his face he sat up hastily.

Snagging your wrist to keep you from drifting too fair. “Wait, wait, wait.” He spoke in a rush, reaching up to practically rip the mask off of his face. It was his turn now to cradle each side of your face and lead you into a proper kiss.

His lips were warm. Slightly chapped, but you you didn’t really find yourself minding all that much. Soon enough he was pulling you into his lap, running his hands over your back soothingly while the spikes of his vest dug into your palms where you braved yourself against him.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He complimented, which brought a smile to your lips.

“That’s the redbull.”

“Oh.” Was paired with perhaps the sweetest little laugh you’d ever heard, and you were quick to join in until you were both chuckling heartily. And then he was kissing you again, stealing all the air from your lungs and making you dizzy. His hands were firm on your back, just as firm as yours were against him. Reminding each other that this was not some sleep deprived lucid dream.

Teeth were nibbling at your lips, and he kept letting out these bitten off noises that made your head spin, and fuck. You could get used to this.

#no beta oopsies #wrench x reader #wrench watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #watchdogs legion #reginald blechman #dedsec #fic #ask

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renhaswritersblock · 8 months

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Y/N: Alright, kids are out with Marcus, no abrupt missions. We got a whole two hours for ourselves. What do you have in mind?

Wrench: Oh, I have something in mind…[pulls out a remote and presses it. Careless Whispers starts playing in a nearby speaker.] (^ ~)

Y/N: [Smirking.]

[A few minutes later.]

Y/N and Wrench [Screaming into the mic.]: 🎶TONIGHT THE MUSIC SEEMS SO LOUD! I WISH THAT WE COULD LOSE THIS CROWD-!🎶

#watch dogs 2 #watchdogs legion #watch dogs legion wrench #wrench x reader #wrench watch dogs #reginald blechman #college sucks

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bitches-who-write · 8 months

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Okay, I’ve never asked for a ship and I’m not sure if I’m doing this correctly. I’m 5’4 (162.56 cm) girl with a dark brown buzzcut. I’m a fourth Indian and three fourths black. I’m about 130 pounds (58.967 kilograms). I identify as demisexual. I’m outspoken, lazy and (apparently) a natural-born leader. I don’t believe in gender norms and try to stay openminded when meeting new people for the first time. I’m also incredibly introverted to the point where distant relatives are genuinely surprised to see me at family reunions. I’m academically gifted and have been a straight-A student all my life despite rarely studying. I also have a big ego. I have a soft spot for animals (especially cats) and prefer them over most people. Ironically, my favorite foods are cheeseburgers and hotdogs. I’m never seen smiling unless I like someone and love to make fun of people. Not with the intention of being mean. Just in a more sarcastic way. My classmates, teachers and my four out of my five siblings view me as the “one in charge”. I also refuse to do anything I don’t have to or want to do. Especially if someone could just as easily do it themselves. My relationship with my parents isn’t good largely due to my father’s lack of interest and my mother being a (former) cocaine addict. Which Bowers member/members would you ship me with?

You did this perfectly!! We're happy to be your first ;)

We ship you with...Belch!!

We've mentioned this in previous posts but just because he isn't as fucked up as Patrick or Henry.

That doesn't mean he isn't a dick.

But out of all the guys...he's probably the most respectful...

He isn't a leader..you saw how he got bitched around by Henry??

He doesn't have a leading bone in his body.

...Maybe he likes to be ordered around??

He will try to stand his ground when it comes to people ordering him around...

He folds so fast.

He thinks it's better to just do it than have to deal with people bitching at him.

This also goes for being outspoken.

He is kinda just there as the wheels.

Tbh I don't even think they actually respect this man.

Belch doesn't really strike me as an introvert but he also isn't extremely extroverted either? He's a good in-between.

So this works out for both of you.

He's always down to hang out at home with you, but he is also really good at getting you out of the house.

Don't worry tho..he always tries his best to make sure everything stays lowkey.

The key word is tries.

You don't make fun of people to be mean but he does.

He will say something about everyone. It gets worse tho when someone says something to you first.

The man knows how to fuck up someone's day.

He learned this from the guys.

LOVES CATS.

He most definitely has a soft spot for animals.

Random dates to the animal shelter.

You two spend hours there.

He has adopted a cat..or two.

HE CAN'T HELP IT. HE GOT ATTACHED.

Be prepared for him and the guys to come to you whenever they have a question they need the answer to.

He always has a smug fuckin look on his face.

It usually turns into a full real smile when he's around you.

Whenever he plans on coming to your house, he will always bring you food.

You don't even need to ask.

#headcanons #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #imagines #victor criss x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #victor criss #belch huggins #patrick hockstetter #it 2017 #reginald blechman #belch huggins x reader #pennywise the dancing clown #ship requests #bitches that write

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bbubbasawyer · 3 years

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oblivious lover

wrench x reader || in which wrench is totally oblivious to his own feelings

warnings : swearing, really minor hurt and comfort?????, small mention of incest, thats it this is literally just fluff man

word count : 1872

authors note : this took me like 3 days i am literally hurting

The first person to realize the masked hacker was in love was not him but rather his best friend. It was while Marcus was walking towards Wrench with the spiked mask in hand when he saw the very person that had his best friend’s heart in their hands kiss his bare face and skip away to grab sushi for the two, something they’d usually do as a friendly gesture but looked so much more intimate with Wrench’s mask off as the two stared at each other for a second too long before they left. Marcus yelled for them to get something for him too with a wave and smile on his face, they looked back with a grin to match his and nodded with a thumbs up. As he made his way to his buddy, he noted the look of admiration on his face as y/n disappeared into the distance, he gave Wrench his mask back, sitting next to him and staring at the remnants of the lovestruck expression caused by his unrealized crush. Marcus decided not to bring it up, letting the man discover his feelings himself rather than him denying it as soon as it was brought up.

And as y/n came back, his suspicions were confirmed as the mask gave him away, flashing heart eyes before turning back into the ‘X’s that usually showed themselves. Y/n gave the two their food before squeezing their way into the middle of the two men, picking up their chopsticks and digging into the meal in front of them. As they talked, Marcus kept his gaze on the two, occasionally adding to the conversation with his own input but keeping to listening rather than talking, keeping track on the way Wrench would freeze when his hand brushed against y/n’s or when he’d stare at them as they ate the sushi platter. Marcus was the first to find out, and because of that he watched as his best friend slowly fell deeper in love without realizing it.

Josh was the second to realize. It was the day he introduced his sibling to his group of friends, that day he found out that y/n, Marcus and Wrench were already well acquainted. At first Josh didn’t like this, he had finally found the culprit behind his siblings recent horrible jokes and corny humour, that being Wrench, but as he noted the way they interacted, the way Wrench would treat his sibling with such care that was unnatural for the usually careless hacker. It might not have been obvious to the rest of the group but there was a subtle gentleness when Wrench would act with y/n, in fact he didn’t even think Wrench himself noticed the way he’d treat them. Josh had kept a close eye on them the whole time, unsure if the reasoning was to protect his older sibling or to make sure he wasn’t just taking things out of context.

He wasn’t.

Josh had a hard time accepting that there was a possibility that Wrench had a chance with his sibling, he knew that Wrench’s feelings were returned which made this situation even more stressful for the poor man. Though despite not entirely agreeing with this, he still wanted to see y/n happy and he knew that Wrench would help with that so he accepted it because despite everything, he knew Wrench wouldn’t hurt y/n, not intentionally anyways. Josh cared more for his sibling than anything and if they were happy so was he, but this didn’t mean he fully trusted Wrench with y/n, in fact he wasn’t keen on this at all, he complained to Sitara who told him that it would be okay and if Wrench ever hurt y/n she’d let him beat him up freely as long as no bones were broken or major injuries suffered.

Sitara knew of Wrench’s crush on y/n too, finding out from Josh’s constant complaining. Wrench didn’t hide it well, mainly because he hadn’t realised. There was even a bet made on how long it’d take him to find out between Marcus and Sitara, which bothered Josh even more. The whole crew was just waiting for Wrench to discover his own feelings and confess his feelings, even Ray who only joined recently, could instantly tell how Wrench felt and was even the first to bring it up to him and as expected Wrench denied it all, saying that they were just good friends and nothing more and everyone is taking this out of proportion.

It should be obvious who was the last to find out but for those who don’t know it was Wrench himself. Sitara decided to flirt with y/n in hopes to win the bet, she did, at that moment all Wrench could feel was his body fill with jealousy at the sight of Sitara putting her arm around y/n’s shoulder, glancing at him with a smirk while throwing corny pick up lines left and right making them laugh and throw some back. Their playful flirting filled the room, it was all Wrench could concentrate on and he wasn’t happy. Of course, y/n knew what was going on, that's why they were flirting back in the first place, this didn’t last much longer though as Wrench walked out of the room, somehow keeping his cool. Y/n followed close behind, looked back at Sitara with a worried look, wondering if they went too far with their antics. Wrench hopped onto a random motorbike around the store and y/n not wanting to go find their own hopped on with him and held on tight. Wrench didn’t know if this calmed him down or pissed him off more so he ignored it and left with them.

The two reached his garage and the first 5 minutes or so were filled with a tense silence with Wrench working on whatever project he's got going on while y/n sat on the other table and watched him, that was until they grabbed him by the arm. They looked at each other for a few seconds before asking him.

“Are you jealous?” They tilted their head slightly with a teasing smile, Wrench scoffed and broke free from their grasp and walked back to the table he was working on. It went silent again, Wrench’s mask was blacked out which gave y/n a good idea on how he was feeling. They hopped off the table and walked to him again, turning him towards them, they looked at Wrench with raised brows. “Are you okay?” They raised their hand to Wrench’s mask, holding it to face them. It was silent for a few seconds before his mask flashed two slashes facing inwards.

“Do you like Sitara?” His voice was quiet, y/n looked at him shocked then chuckled.

“Sitara has a girlfriend hun,” they laughed gently and moved so they were sitting on the table. “And even if I did, which I don’t, Sitara is happy with her relationship so I wouldn’t stand a chance.” They looked back at Wrench while swinging their legs and he moved closer to them. The distance between them by now was small, you couldn’t even fit a ruler between them at this point. Wrench hesitated before saying his next words.

“Do you like anyone?” His eyes blacked out again.

“Yea, yea I do actually,” His heart tightened. “He’s really funny and tall too, he is also really smart and I’m pretty sure he’s not afraid to die. They also have the prettiest eyes, I wish I got to see them more,” y/n sighed. “He always makes my day and honestly? He’s one of the best people I know.” They looked Wrench in his eyes with a captivated look and smiled at him. “Got any guesses?”

“Marcus?” His first guess.

“No but I’d say he’s pretty close to them.”

“Ray?”

“Ray is like 50, I only like older men in theory. One guess left, pretty boy.”

“...Josh?”

“Wrench what in the actual fuck thats my brother.” They looked at him with disgust before laughing. As they calmed down, they looked at Wrench again with that same lovestruck gaze and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers before gently pulling him closer. They reached up to his mask slowly, Wrench kept a close eye on what they were doing. “May I?” They asked in a gentle tone, much different from the one they used just moments before, he hesitated for a bit, contemplating what his answer should be before nodding slowly. They took off the mask and placed it on the table they were sat on, revealing the face that had them in awe those weeks ago. “You have the prettiest eyes..” They reached their hand up to caress Wrench’s face, their eyes moving up to his birthmark before looking back at his eyes. “Why do you hide your face so often… Reggie?” They frowned lightly.

“I look like someone just shat on my face, why else?” He tried to play his obvious insecurities off with humour. Y/n frowned at him and shook their head. Deciding not to reply to his self-deprecating joke, instead they admired the face that Wrench tried so desperately to hide, but they had most of their attention on his eyes, they were such a pretty blue that y/n could just get lost in their beauty. But all this staring made Wrench insecure, he turned away and tried reaching for his mask but was stopped by a hand grabbing his face to turn back to them.

“You know, you shouldn’t beat yourself up so much.” Y/n smiled and wrapped their arms around Wrench’s neck. “You’re so cruel to yourself it makes me sad,” They looked at Wrench from the close proximity they were at, their noses were touching and they could feel Wrench’s breath gently hit their face. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are.” Their eyes dart to his lips and back to his eyes. The tension in the room was heavy as they stared at each other, time seemed to move in slow motion as Y/n moved closer to Wrench, their lips brushing before they finally connected. The world seemed to come to a stop, the cars zooming past outside were muffled out by the sound of their heartbeats and the way Wrench grabbed at their waist as if he was checking if this was truly happening made y/n smile slightly into the kiss. They pulled away slowly and grinned at the short circuited expression on Wrench’s face. “Do you wanna guess again?”

“I think I know the answer now.” He leaned back in for another kiss, interlocking their lips in a more passionate kiss than the last.

The remainder of the evening was spent like this, sharing affectionate touches and soft whispers of reassurance and confirmations of love. Wrench had never known the affections of someone until now and god did he love it. They fell asleep in each others arms on his small bed in the garage, he had never felt so comfortable until that day and he didn’t think anything could get better than this.

#wrench x reader #fluff #watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #wrench #Reginald Blechman #reggie blechman #reggie blechman x reader #reginald blechman x reader #marcus holloway #sitara dhawan #josh sauchak #josh sauchak x sister!reader #horatio carlin #raymond kenney #sitara is a lesbian #hurt and comfort

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asherritsuko · 9 months

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❝You Don't Have to Carry All of This Alone, Babe.❞

Pairing: Wrench x Female!Reader

Warnings: Wrench comforting the reader who is stressed, lots of kissing and a makeout session which, some suggestive computer innuendos, overall fluff.

﹂Author's Note: This is my first time writing for Wrench, so there will probably be a few out of character moments and I may have missed a few things about him, and I feel I could've added a few of the emotes from his mask, but I am happy with how this came out, considering it took 3 hours with no plan. But I hope my readers enjoy it!

Please comment any warnings if I did not state.

To say that she was angry would be an understatement. She was thoroughly pissed off. Brows furrowed forward, inwards towards her nose while her fingers worked quickly across the keyboard of her computer, lines of code opened to her, but not allowing her to go forwards into hacking what she was attempting to break into through the security of the firewall.

She had been asked by Marcus to attempt to hack into the system of a local hacking group that had somehow gotten way too close to DedSec, not into it, luckily. However, the crease in her forehead was displaying how her anger was like a full cup, only needing one more drop to over flow and cause a spill, which was where she was, seated by her work station and brewing dangerously close to the edge each time she inputted a piece of code only for it to reject it and display the red lined words that told her that it wasn’t working.

“Keep it together, (Y/N).” She whispered to herself, rubbing her hands over her face and cupping her hands over her nose and mouth as her tired eyes attempted to scan the many lines of code, looking for any mistakes or errors she could have imputed to result in the code not working, “We can do this, we’re the amazing (Y/N) that’s going to kick the ass of another hacker.”

Unfortunately, that wasn’t happening.

“You fucking piece of tech trash!” She yelled as she aggressively stood up and leaned on the desk with both of her hands, staring a hole into the computer that she was so ready to throw against the wall. Her yelling attracted the concerned faces of the others that were at the headquarters, while, at least the ones that were closest to her, “You know, there’s fucking computers in junk yards and here I am, stuck with you!”

Frustrated with herself and her code, she started pacing around the small area, attempting to stretch her fingers while also tugging them through her hair, mumbling to herself, mumbles that were inaudible to the others that sat by the couch, funny enough, Wrench and Marcus were nowhere to be seen, the both of them had opted to go pick up some drinks for the headquarters.

Things around headquarters had been making everything and everyone highly tensed ever since they found evidence of someone trying to hack into their system, how they got in, no one knew, but it was causing some of the members to reveal their more aggressive sides, so attempting to calm everyone down and simply enjoy the evening without fights, Wrench and Marcus went out to get some more energisers for everyone.

“(Y/N), maybe you should just calm down a little. Take a break, you’ve been looking at words and numbers since the time you woke up.” Sitara said over the couch that she had been occupying, "Which I believe was around four o'clock this morning."

“Take a break? For every minute—no second—that I take a fucking break, there’s some asshole behind a screen getting closer and closer to taking information that isn’t theirs and exposing us, as if being a heap of trash wasn't enough.” (Y/N) explains, her voice laced in irritation and exasperation, her index fingers pointing back to herself as she spoke, her eyes were starting to burn, tears hidden behind the mask she was trying to hold up, her breathing uneven and her figure shaking slightly.

Sitara and Josh could see that it had been taking a toll on her, and the one thing she was trying to hide was the fact that she thought it was running on her back, like a heavy burden. Sitara got up from her spot and walked close to the girl who was on the verge of a rage attack, she had even placed her jacket on halfway, the other half simply not on her arm and hanging off her back, a tattoo of Wrench's mask paining her shoulder blade, Sitara placed her hand on (Y/N)’s clothed shoulder, squeezing gently to reassure her.

“Just breathe. We’ll figure this out. Once the other two boys come back, we can all take a break, cool off, and then restart.” She told her, though her words were doing nothing to console her, and (Y/N)'s state only continued to get worse when the tears started pooling by her eyes, shrugging Sitara’s hand off of her shoulder as she retreated back to her workstation, her gaze fixed to the screen, her frown still imprinted on her face and her jacket swaying with her steps.

The clanking of glass bottles reached their ears when the door was opened to the awaiting two entering.

“We come bearing gifts.” Marcus said as he and Wrench placed the two bags on the table, Marcus was quick to get everything out of the bag while (Y/N) still had not acknowledged their presence, her gaze still fixed to the screen harbouring the cause of her frustration. Her jacket still hanging off of her shoulder, allowing the tattoo on the back of her shoulder to be out in the open, her fingers still twitching against the table, creating a ticking-like sound, something her mask-wearing boyfriend caught sign of.

Before he could move towards her, Sitara had caught his arm, “Listen, I don’t care what you do, but get her to take a break now before these headquarters get burnt down. Literally.” She told him, watching the emotes change on his mask from the default ‘X’s’ to the winking emotes ‘~ ^’.

“Don’t worry, I'll make sure she gets some energy into her system.” He told Sitara, giggling as he stepped close to his lover, wrapping his arms softly around her middle section and looking over her shoulder to see the computer screen filled with code, “What has you so worked up, my little pumpkin?” He cooed in her ear.

(Y/N) huffed an irritable sigh as she leaned back into Wrench’s embrace, placing her hands on top of his, ignoring the chatter going on in the background between the others. But before she would say anything, she had turned around quickly, grabbing Wrench by the front of his shirt and pulling him along to one of the rooms she had been occupying.

“I’m bloody frustrated and fucking horny, and you are going to fix it!” She told him as she dragged him to her room, Wrench holding his hands up in a surrender motion, yet his mask showed ‘^ ^’ emotes, as he happily let her drag him by the front of his shirt, because who was he to complain to a good time.

The rest of the group simply stared in confusion at the exchange that just took place.

“O-kay? I’m going to guess that she’s still worked up on the hacker problem?” Marcus asked as he had emptied the last bag watching Sitara sigh and Josh lean back in his chair, meanwhile Ray had been completely oblivious to the whole episode that had taken place.

��She does know that not everything is riding on her, right?” Josh asked as Sitara nodded to Marcus’s question.

“She’s been like that even before joining DedSec, taking on other peoples problems when she knows that help is available.” Sitara spoke, she had been friends with her since they were younger, so understanding her mannerisms was never a problem for her.

Meanwhile behind the closed door, lips were clashing in a fiery lock of passion. (Y/N) had situated herself on Wrench’s lap, her legs straddling him while her hands still grasped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as if she was trying to mesh their bodies together, Wrench’s mask had been placed on the nightstand next to the bed that the two were seated on. His hands holding her hips down, gently brushing against the stiff boner in his jeans, their moans filling the room with each kiss becoming more passionate.

Although, the elephant in the room had still been on his mind, so he gently lifted his hand to gently grasp her wrist that had been leaving crinkles in his shirt from her tight grip, gently pulling her hand off, making her stop the lip lock and gaze into his blue eyes, the same eyes that had enchanted and hypnotized her the first time she met him, the same blue eyes that she found herself drowning in each time they were cuddling without his mask on, the same eyes she fell in love with the first time he had taken his mask off in front of her.

“Babe, as much as I would love for you to link in on my zip drive, I think there’s something bothering you.” He told her, watching as her expression fell and she relaxed a little bit, one hand still clutching his shirt.

“I’m fine, Wrench.” She told him, lying through her teeth and knowing that he could see through her like an open book.

“Babe,” He called, the sweet pet name still making her melt as the first day he called her it, “I think you’re trying to tell yourself that rather than me.” His expression was soft, he’d wait until she felt comfortable to tell him, and he could see how her eyes were slowly turning glassy, she tried blinking away the tears that were threatening to overflow from her eyes before her hands were reaching up to angrily wipe them away.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, Wrench.” She told him, the tears breaking like a dam with a cracked wall, “That fucking code, it keeps on telling me that there’s an error and I don’t know why, when I checked, the code I inputted was clean and organised, and the stupid thing-” A sob escaped her mouth halfway through her explanation, making Wrench wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. He knew that this problem was causing a toll on her, he could see it by the dark bags under her eyes and how tired she had been at the end of every episode where she got upset about it.

“You don’t have to do this by yourself, you know that, right?” He asked her as her cries died down a bit, “Everyone is working on stopping this, you don’t have to carry this alone.” He told her, pulling away to look at her face, eyes bloodshot and horrible attempts of her trying to hide her snot-filled nose.

Wrench gently placed both of his hands on the sides of her face, pulling her to look at him, he smiled softly, placing a small kiss on her forehead. He knew how she had tried to carry the world on her shoulders and ever since she had joined DedSec, he noticed her determination to keep the ones around her safe, he had witnessed it first hand when she had gone with him and Sitara to the store to get something and when some asshole pulled up with a knife, she had been quick to make herself the centre of attention before knuckle punching the bastard until his face was a bloody mess. For her, she had only escaped with a punch to the face, which he tried to help her clean up back at headquarters but ended up getting help from Ray regardless.

Even the time when she had confessed that she had feelings for him, he remembers being a mess that night. He had been working, well more like using a sledgehammer, to retrieve a chip out from the toaster and she had walked up to him, starting a light conversation with him as he told her about his technology and other tech terms, which she found amusement in. She stood close to him but still gave him his personal space, but she had been lost in her head and when he had cussed out about how the sledgehammer wouldn't help, she had admitted that she would work if he smashed her with a sledgehammer. Upon realizing her mistake, she had covered her face with her hands, hiding the deep blush that had appeared there.

But he had to be an oblivious romantic because he simply replied with, “I’m sure that would be painful.”

However, when he relayed the conversation to Marcus, he had to hold his tongue not to laugh at his masked friend. Only when Marcus had explained that she had been keeping feelings for him, did Wrench finally realize her actions, why she had always stood close to him, why she smiled at each of his tech sex jokes, and why she looked at him with a certain fondness.

And he will forever remember how she reacted the first time he showed his face to her, she didn’t grimace at the red birthmark by his eye, or scowl or berate him. He had been nervous to show her but he wanted her to know that he trusted her, however when he had reached to grab his mask, she was quick to grab it before him, placing it behind her on the small table.

That night she expressed to him how handsome he was, that the birthmark didn’t define him or make her see him any differently. Even as he cried in her arms that night from how they made love to each other, how afterwards she had placed soft kisses against all the parts of his face and down his chest and back up to under his chin by his throat. That night changed a lot of things for him, that night had allowed them both to see each other deeply and bath in the love that so strongly connected the both of them.

“I can’t let them break into our system, Wrench.” (Y/N) admitted to him, breaking him out of his memory moment. Holding her tighter to him as she placed her head into the crook of his neck.

“That won’t happen. You’ve got me, Marcus, Sitara and the other’s also working on the problem, they're not going to get one inch into our tight security.” He tells her reassuringly, “But the one thing you have to keep in mind is that you can’t do a five-person job by yourself.”

(Y/N) sighs into his neck, her warm breath sending a tickling sensation down his spine.

“Still, I feel so useless.” She says to him, it’s obvious that the problem is still weighing her down, causing a malfunction in her mind, so Wrench being Wrench decides that there is only one thing that he could do to cheer her up.

“Hey, why don’t I show you something cool?” He asks her, his hands on her waist allowing him to pull away to let her face see him again, “I know something that might cheer you up.” He tells her as he begins to get up, pulling her with him and grabbing his mask, placing it back on his face and clipping it. He gently takes her hand and leads her out of her room, passing the others on the way out and leading her to his station, where he usually smashes stuff.

She stands awkwardly next to his table, wiping the remnants of the remaining tears on her face as she watches Wrench bring some tech parts and dump them onto the table in a pile.

“Uh… Wrench, what are we doing?” She asks, curious to know what his plan was but also appreciating that he was trying to cheer her up.

Wrench picked up the sledgehammer that was placed near his workstation and walked to her, getting on his knees and presenting her with the hammer which she found odd but knew that this was his goofy side coming out.

“Your weapon, my lady.” He said, changing his voice in a poor attempt of sounding, like a loyal knight giving his princess his sword, which had a small laugh come from her.

“But isn’t that your baby?” She asked him as she tried holding it up, expecting it to be heavy, which prompted the hammer to fall to the ground while she kept her hands by the hilt. Wrench got up from the floor and led her in front of the pile of unused tech pieces. She held the hammer hilt in front of her, but the bottom part of the hammer would prove a challenge.

“Not this little thing. Wrench Junior is our baby, and right now, his momma needs to release some tension, and a good smash usually helps with that.” Wrench explained, his innuendos making her giggle but also making her swoon at the fact that he said 'our' when addressing Wrench Junior, although this did make some of the other members groan at the way he phrased it.

“I don’t think I can even pick this up, Wrench.” (Y/N) tells him as she attempts to but only gets halfway with picking it up before it hits the ground, allowing Wrench to wrap his hands around hers around the hammer hilt.

“Here. Let me show you.” He tells her as he helps her to bring the hammer up until it’s behind their shoulders, close to Wrench’s head until it slightly rests on his shoulder. “Okay, don’t think, babe. Just bring it down, alright?” He tells her, she nods to show that she has heard him, his hand’s warmth leaves hers as he attempts to support the hammer near his shoulder. And with a long, hard swing, the hammer hits down hard on the tech pieces, making a loud bang reverberate from it, pieces smashed into smaller pieces, bringing out a smile to her face.

“That… Was so fucking good!” She sighed out, although a small moan slipped in there too.

“Can I do that again?” She asked her boyfriend, smiling at him, although she was ready to have a relieved laugh. Wrench nodded to her, the emotes on his mask forming ‘<3 <3’ from the love-struck expression he had on his face.

He helped her bring the hammer up again, standing behind her, but this time once he released her hands, he placed his onto her hips, rubbing small circular motions, allowing his eyes to gaze upon the tattoo of his mask on her shoulder that didn't have the jacket draped over it.

Oh, how he loved the tattoo when she pulled him aside because she had something to show him. When she revealed it to him, he was sure that his cables short-circuited and he just went into freeze mode, because she had to call his name a few times before he acknowledged her, what she didn't expect was how hard the tattoo would influence him, every chance he got after that he would be tugging down her jacket or shirt to catch a glimpse of it. Wrench swears that it was the hottest make-out session he ever had, and he wouldn't regret it for anything.

The hammer came down again, smashing more pieces into smaller ones, and again and again. After the fifth time of her doing it, (Y/N) found herself feeling a lot better and huffing a held in breath.

Wrench’s emotes stayed on his mask, “That was insanely hot, babe.” He voiced as he sat in the nearby chair, “We should do it more often.”

“And maybe one day it will be me instead of the hammer?” (Y/N) asked, sending him a wink and a roll of her butt, placing the hammer down onto the table. The smashed tech pieces could be cleaned another day.

As she turned around, she felt his lips on hers, his hands gripping her forearms as he formed a lip lock with her once again, his tongue exploring her mouth from her gasp of surprise when she had turned around and he was in front of her, she didn’t notice how his mask was held in his hand, but his hood at least blinded the others from seeing him as he gently pushed her down onto his table until her back met the hard material.

“Okay, okay, love birds. Do that in your own bedroom.” Ray shouted as they had turned their heads and to at least pretend like they didn't see them.

(Y/N) was able to break the kiss, staring into his blue eyes before he placed the mask back on. “You heard him, Wrench. Let's continue this in a more private setting.” She giggled as she grabbed his arm and pulled him around again, the same way she had done previously.

Once they were back in the room, (Y/N) didn't hesitate to hug him hard. Repeating the words ‘thank you’ over and over. Wrench placed his hands around her, his chin resting on her head as his hands drew small circles on her back, the two stayed in that embrace for a short while before breaking apart, Wrench taking his mask off and placing it onto the night stand, cupping her cheeks and pressing kisses to her lips.

"I... Fucking... Love... You.” He told her through kisses, his hands moving down her sides and latching onto her hips, “Fuck! You don’t realize how hot that was.” He told her as his head moved to her neck, placing kisses up near her jugular before sucking on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, bringing a small moan out of her.

Pulling his head away, he picked her up under her thighs, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck, not for fear of falling but because she knew that he loved it when she clung to him in moments like this. He walked with her in that position until he reached the bed and gently placed her down, hovering above her while her hands still stayed behind his neck, her hands playing with the shaved blonde hairs behind his neck, she smiled as she looked at his dopey expression, pulling his head down until his lips touched hers, his elbows situated on either side of her head.

“So, I’m guessing your soft drive is now a hard drive?” She asked, attempting to make it sound sexual but realizing how cringy it sounded after she had said it, but it brought a laugh out of her blond boyfriend.

“So hard, babe.” He replied, his breathing getting short and laboured.

“Then, let this be a thank you present, from me to you.” (Y/N) told him as her hand drifted lower, touching his stomach from under his shirt and loving how his muscles flexed when her hands touched him.

“Only you know how to get me like this.” He told her as her hand continued on its path, “So, let me show you how much you mean to me.” He said as he leaned up to remove his jacket and shirt, “Now I’m going to show you what my sledgehammer can do.”

That night had ended with the other DedSec members going out to a nearby restaurant as soon as the door closed to avoid the intimate moment of the two dorks that they associated themselves with, but for said two dorks, that night ended in passionate love making and a proper display of what a sledgehammer could be used for.

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Blood Doesn't Make You Family

Pairing: Wrench x Female!Reader

Author's Note: So, for this piece, I have tried to make (Y/N)'s sibling gender neutral because not everyone has a sister or brother, so I hope it helps. This was a kind of self-indulgent fic, but I hope you like it. I also hope that I managed to improve on catching his character and personality this time.

(S/N) stands for Sibling's Name.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, guns, getting shot, injuries, nightmares, Wrench comforting (Y/N), hugs, mentions of bedroom shenanigans (but nothing smutty), mentions of a steamy make-out session, perhaps more suggestive computer innuendos, mentions of shooting and abducting, perhaps gang related activity as well.

Please comment any warnings if I did not state.

She should’ve known it would all be a sick game, that she would be nothing but another chess piece on a black and white board for the intentions of a psycho.

She had hoped that for a small speck of hope that maybe, just maybe that her sibling had changed their nature, changed their actions and words. (Y/N) had hoped there would be a chance to reconcile and make up, be like how they were when they were five-year-olds running around the old run-down park like they had no problems or worries.

That had been until the accident, since the day of their recruitment. (Y/N) had been clueless to her sibling’s outings, how they had come home with a new layer of spray paint on their jacket or how they had suddenly started smoking, and how they would stay out late past their curfews.

At first, she had thought that it was the typical teenage thing that most did around the age of sixteen, she, herself, had stayed out late on nights when she shouldn’t of and had the few running boyfriends that only lasted a week or two to have the privilege of saying they were at least with a girl, even the one that she suspected wasn’t into girls at all, the typical nineteen year-old.

However, one day, her sibling just stopped coming home, she had been overly worried and one late Thursday night, she went out to go and find her sibling since the missing posters weren’t bringing in any clues or information. All through the familiar streets she looked, trying to find anything that would lead her to them, even if it was something small, but as the hours ticked by on the cracked wristwatch she had, her hope was diminishing and she could feel the heavy tears wanting to pour out of her eyes like a flood.

Yet, her ears had caught it. That same laugh. It sounded close but still far away, so she followed it, running through the alley way and jumping over old wooden fences until she came to an opening that ran into the abandoned skate park, and that’s when she wished he hadn’t seen it.

Her sibling, along with three other people, had someone tied to one of the poles, with a switch blade being flung into the air before they caught it. They were laughing at the person tied up, blood was scattered on the cracked cement in splatters, speckles and pools.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe what she was seeing, she had wished that it was some cruel joke, that they would turn around and scream ‘surprise!’. But that never came, the torture just continued, what had caused (Y/N) to make herself known out of the darkness was when her sibling had jumped in on the sick joke, pushing the blade tightly to the person’s neck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” (Y/N) yelled, the loudness of her voice had startled her sibling, making them jump back in surprise and forcing their eyes to focus on where the voice came from.

“(Y/N)?” They asked, with shock and embarrassment on their face, their eyes switching between the other people around them, however, they still kept the switchblade close, “What are you doing here?”

A scoff escaped (Y/N)’s mouth as she came to a halt with some distance between them, “Well, I came out looking for my sibling, but I guess what I found was someone I barely knew!” (Y/N) explained, sarcasm and anger lacing her tone.

“Fucking staying out late, smoking, not coming home at all! Meanwhile this is what you’ve been doing? Hanging around fucking gang members, do you realise how serious this is?” She continued. She could see her sibling's face was flushed, but probably due to the anger that was increasing with every word she was saying.

A laugh broke the two apart from the staring match they were holding as (Y/N) continued on spouting words that was angering their sibling further, “You gonna let her disrespect you like that?” One of the other members asked, although it was meant more for it to provoke than to calm anyone down, “Imagine what the boss would say if he saw you getting spoken down to by some low-life.”

At the mention of that, (Y/N)’s eyes had widened from the angered expression, “What does he mean by that, (S/N)?” She asked, although her sibling was remaining quiet, the only indication that they were still listening was the tight clenching of a fist on the blade.

Yet, as fed up as they were, they still managed to speak, “I’m making a name for myself sister dearest. Living with you has gotten me nowhere, but with them I can actually live properly.” They explained, though the look of utter disgust on (Y/N)’s face was only irritating her further. "You know how much I’ve made in one day? More than you make in one month.”

“This is wrong, (S/N)! You don’t know what you’re doing, this amount of bad influence has poisoned her mind. We’re going home and you’re stopping this shit right now.” (Y/N) told her as she moved forwards, only to be stopped by another member standing in front of (S/N) with a gun pointed in (Y/N)’s direction, right between her chest.

“They are not going anywhere with you. They signed an oath to our boss, so they’re staying here.” The member spoke, wearing a bandana around the lower part of their face, “You try anything and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes. Whether you both are related or not.” They spoke, prompting a laugh out of the other members, yet (S/N) still kept their eyes on their sister, seeing the disappointment cloud over their (E/C)-coloured eyes, how she didn’t know what to say but her eyes were pleading, pleading for them to come home, to stop this nonsense and pretend it never happened.

As the other members and (S/N) moved to leave, (Y/N) quickly moved into a running pace to try and grab their siblings forearm to snap some sense into them, but the piercing pain that shot through her chest stopped her in her tracks, forcing her to fall to her knees with a loud scream erupting from her lungs. Her hands quickly moved to try and apply pressure to the wound that was flooding over her shirt with bloody, red crimson.

(S/N) stood in shock, their hands coming to cover their nose and mouth, eyes wide from what was unfolding in front of her eyes. The member holding the gun walked towards (Y/N), her eyes following their movement but also fearing for her life once the gun came to rest on her forehead.

Yet, before the bullet could be placed deep into her skull, (S/N) had come to stand in front of her, blocking their sister’s head from being in the same position as the person tied to the pole.

“Get out of the way, (S/N).” The member warned, the gun was still in the same position as it was before.

“You agreed that my family wouldn’t get hurt, time to live up to that promise.” (S/N) replied back, making the older member roll their eyes at their statement, and once they were a good distance away, (S/N) bent down to their sister’s viewpoint, placing their hand on their shoulder, “(Y/N), don’t come looking for me, go live your life and become something amazing.” They told her as they got up and caught up with the other members until they were out of sight, allowing (Y/N) to pull out her phone from her hoodie pockets and dial the police.

That night was a mess. (Y/N) had lost her sibling, her hope and now had a sporting long scar on her chest that haunted her about that night, she remembers seeing a bright light and feeling so calm and relaxed on the emergency table, feeling like her time had come and she was leaving to a higher power, but the pull of a pipe into her lungs and stomach and a steady recovery pace, she had managed to survive. Though not without sacrificing.

Any relationships she had intended to grow had been in vain, once she mentioned that night to them and the scar, she had been dropped. With many suitors telling her that her scar took out the attractiveness and that they didn’t want to be involved with someone who was related to a criminal, as for their sibling, they never heard from them since that night. (Y/N) hadn’t even bothered to go looking for them again in fear of getting shot and repeating the same situation, only for it to be the last time she would open her eyes.

“(Y/N)?”

Breaking out of her trance, she quickly scanned her surroundings, sighing a relieved sigh when she realized that she was in the safety of DedSec headquarters. Her eyes closing and resting her head on her forearms that were resting on her knees as she sat on the nearby steps. Her posture slouched a bit and her hair covering half of her face, looking at who had called her out of her memory, only to come face-to-face with the very person who had restored her idea of love and showed her what a true relationship looked like, someone she could count on and rely on in times of need.

He had bent down until he was on his haunches and had his tattooed hand placed on her arms, “You thinking about it?” He asked her, obviously knowing what was running through her mind, he had learnt of her unfortunate incident one night when she was staying over at his place and she had a terrible episode of night terrors.

Wrench had sat with his arms around her that night, quietly reassuring her and petting her hair while she sobbed into his sleep shirt, her eyes bloodshot and snot running down her nose which would’ve gotten her shoved down by any other partner she had been with, but Wrench simply let her cry it out on his shirt. Keeping his arms around her securely but also making sure that she felt safe and could trust it.

That night he had taken off his mask, he couldn’t comfort her through a mask, it needed to be said face-to-face, it needed to be felt through the windows of the soul, and it showed how much trust Wrench had invested in her, which allowed (Y/N) to finally tell him of the incident, and to finally show him the vertical scar running down her chest. She allowed herself to feel vulnerable that night, something Wrench valued and told her he was proud of her for, and (Y/N) had been given the permission to see her boyfriend’s face after trying to imagine it after so many nights.

She had gently traced his face with her hands that night, kissing over his birthmark. She had kissed over his whole face which he returned the favour of kissing her scars too, reminding her of how much she was loved and that the scar only made her look more badass and sexy in his eye, prompting a soft laugh out of her at his attempt of cheering her up.

(Y/N) brought her head up from her arms, her eyes locking with the white question marks illuminated on his mask, she nodded her head, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“I need words, baby girl.” He told her, the sweet pet name still making her swoon since the first day he called her it. Getting up from his haunches and moving to sit next to her, allowing her to lean against his side, the studs on his jacket not bothering her through the thick material of her hoodie, but still letting her know that it was there.

“It pops up every now and then, but… I’m okay.” (Y/N) answered him back, her hands holding his hand that wasn't leaning against the one on the steps, keeping him up. His hand gently squeezed hers reassuringly, while his chin rested on her head that had tucked itself under his chin, his mask changing from the question marks to sideways hearts.

“You were zoned out for quite a while, babe. I think it’s bothering you more today than it usually is.” Wrench explained through his robotic voice from the mask, he knew that something was bothering her more than usual today, that incident had happened six years ago, yet the memory was still as detailed as the day it happened, she still clearly remembers how red the ground was and the horrible smell of sanitisation from the hospital room.

“Sorry, it’s just that… Today would’ve been their twenty-first birthday.” (Y/N) told him, “We agreed that on their twenty-first birthday that we’d go to the local liquor store and buy a random bottle of booze. I wish we could’ve experienced it, they would’ve liked you and the group… Well, maybe not Ray, but they’d at least tolerate it.” (Y/N) told him, a small smile appearing on their face but disappearing just as soon.

Wrench laughed at what she had said, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure introducing me as your boyfriend would’ve sent them questioning you behind the counter.” He laughed, making her smile at hearing it.

“Maybe, but you’re irresistible, so they couldn’t stay angry at you for long.” (Y/N) replied as she looked up at him, placing a kiss on the side of his mask, the symbols changing to a winking face before returning to the heart symbols.

“Sure, it’s really irresistible how I’d mention you using my joystick to beat my games.” He spoke, his voice dropping a bit to sound seducing, prompting (Y/N)’s face to flush before placing their hands over his mask's eyes holding a goofy smile while Wrench laughed about the statement.

“No, no. They’d probably roll their eyes and gag, then tell you that they didn’t need to know about mine and your escapades in the bedroom.” (Y/N) corrected him, his hands pulling their hands off gently but not letting go, holding her soft hands in his, savouring their warmth, “But I wouldn’t trade you for the world, Wrench.”

Her loving statement makes his heart beat a little faster, his mask changing to ‘^__^’ as she placed another sweet forehead kiss on his mask before placing her forehead against his.

“Nothing could compare to you, baby girl.” Wrench replied, “Although… You are the only one who can handle the romantic urges I have towards you.” Wrench added, although some of his jokes could be a bit sexual and off putting, (Y/N) had learnt to love them, as it was part of who he was, without the weird jokes and dorky personality, Wrench would be… Well, Wrench. So, loving him was loving his jokes, too.

“If by romantic urges you mean dick jokes and attempting to involve yourself with bedroom activities at twelve o’clock in the afternoon, then yes, you both clearly spend too much time involved with that.” Sitara commented, noticing the uplifting aura from the girl since Wrench had worked his magic.

Truth be told, they all had noticed how down casted (Y/N) had looked since the morning began and it didn’t help the base’s aura at all, Wrench had spent the majority of the morning with a pair of sad slashes emitting on his mask until he had enough and got up to comfort his lover. With the aura up lighting now, the group could work more efficiently and jokes could be told that everyone could laugh at.

“At least she keeps him out of trouble.” Marcus reminded Sitara, although Ray could disagree.

“You are aware that they blew up eight cars this week, right?” Ray asked Marcus, watching his happy expression go into a concerned look.

“He’s not serious, right, Wrench?” Marcus asked his friend that had now placed his lover onto his lap so that he could circle his arms around her waist, allowing him to place his head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat, completely missing Marcus’s question.

“Eight is a big number, technically the last two exploded without us having to touch it, we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” (Y/N) explained, her hands caressing the side of Wrench’s mask, being mindful of the studs.

“Correction, six cars blown up this week, four more than last week.” Ray added, keeping his gaze towards his computer.

“Well, with all due respect, at least we’re considerate to do it in places where there aren’t people.” (Y/N) added, attempting to move the pros over the cons.

“The van is not a safe place!” Ray added, “We have to drive in that and after you two are done, the stink of sex remains, no matter how hard we clean it.” Ray replied back. He was right in some places but it couldn’t have been that true, right?

Although the conversation looked tense, they all knew that no one was aiming to hurt anyone, ending in laughs from everyone and happy faces until (Y/N) and Wrench had bid their goodbyes to the other members to go back to Wrench’s place.

Opening the door to his place, he motioned with his hands in a come in motion, “Your quarters, milady.” He added after she had walked through, she softly laughed at his attempt to be classy.

She placed her arms around his neck, “What would I do without you?” She asked rhetorically, though she knew what the answer would be. Still lazing in bed until twelve o’clock everyday, binging energy drinks until late at night in front of a computer until her fingers ached and her eyes stung. A constant dark cloud hanging above her head everyday, something Wrench was able to clear and make sunny within seconds of being near her.

“Hmm.” He hummed, making her think he was thinking about it, meanwhile she had known him long enough to know he was simply trying to make her laugh.

“Ya big goof.” (Y/N) named him as she removed her arms and attempted to walk to his kitchen when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a sturdy chest and carried her to his couch where he sat the both of them down, giggling and laughing while being embraced in each other’s arms.

“I’m your big goof, babe.” He replied, keeping his arms around her waist. (Y/N) moved herself till she was facing him, straddling his legs with her thighs on each side while his hands moved to her hips, his mask changing to a winking face, “Clearly someone’s in the mood.”

“May I remove your mask, please?” (Y/N) asked, her hands seated in her lap, awaiting his permission to which he nodded while shrugging his shoulders. He had told her many times that she was free to remove his mask whenever she needed and when they were out of sight of others. But she had always asked for his permission in hopes of not causing him to stir or go into an episode, and because of the main fact that she didn't want to take away his sense of privacy of his safe place.

“You know you’re allowed to, baby girl.” He answered as she gently clipped it off of his face, his blue eyes admiring her so fondly with a smile on his face. (Y/N)’s smile mirrored his as soon as she had the whole mask off, placing it on the table next to the chair and placing her hands on either side of his face, holding him so gently as if he was a fragile piece of art, bringing her face closer to his and placing a kiss on his forehead, down his temple, on both of his cheeks and an extra special one on the birthmark that decorated his right eye, placing kisses around where the mark stained before landing on his lips, slow and passionate.

His lips moving in sync with her until she was softly nibbling his bottom lip, his moans being caught by her ears only encouraged her to continue. Time had seemed to freeze as the passionate love between them flourished, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other as if they had been made as soulmates. Wrench’s hands slid up the back of her shirt under her hoodie, trying to touch every square inch of her beautiful skin, sending tingles up her body like small shocks, making her break the lip-lock the two were keeping and allowing him to place his lips on her neck and suck gently, only to continue the same pattern up from the junction between her neck and shoulder, moans filling the room and bouncing off the walls.

Pulling away from his attack of steamy kisses, he saw how the spot he had sucked on for a bit too long had started to turn red, making him proud that he could mark her in such a way.

“Wrench.” She moaned his name, sending a blissful sigh out of his mouth as her hands grabbed onto his blond locks, his chin falling to rest on her shoulder while her hands carded through his hair that he knew she loved to grab when they got down and dirty.

The vibrating noise from her pockets broke up the steamy session that had taken place, Wrench being all for just ignoring it and continuing to show his lover how much she meant to him and to pamper her, his lips locking over hers, ignoring her call of his name as her phone continued to vibrate.

“Wrench, what if it’s something important?” She asked him as his head moved back to her neck, his hands moving to the front of her body over her stomach.

“The gang knows not to message either of us after work hours or else we’ll continue it at the headquarters. It’s probably some scam message.” He answered her, though she believed that he wasn’t fully focused on what he was saying because he had placed a special hack onto her phone and computer to prevent any scam calls or messages.

If it was just a single vibrate, she wouldn’t of bothered and continued on with her boyfriends wishes of her finally breaking out in one of his fantasies of pleasure, but after the third vibrate, she decided she needed to check it, because who would be messaging her this late with more than one message?

“Wrench, please.” She spoke, her hands gently touching his chest to bring his face away from her neck, that would surely be sprouting a large number of dark, purple hickeys the next day that would’ve made her look like she got into a bad fight, she’d still remember the gang’s reaction the first time it had happened.

Wrenched made a noise of complaint before he retracted his hands and had a small pout on his face, “Fine, pay attention to the device as if a whole meal isn’t waiting before you.” He over exaggerated, making her softly giggle and quickly peck his lips before she pulled her phone out of her pockets and unlocked it.

However, the look of shock and fear casting over her face immediately worried Wrench. Her hands started shaking as her eyes scanned over the message, making him call her name but no response coming from her.

“Babe!” He called, not too loudly, but enough to get her attention and gently grabbing her forearms before she snapped out of it, her eyes telling him all he needed to know, “What’s wrong?”

Without a response, she gave him her phone, still opened on the message tab, but the words displayed allowed him to understand why she reacted how she did.

“I thought we’d agree to go to the old bottle store and crack open a new one on my 21st birthday, sis?”

“I should hope that the ‘ole wound has healed by now, so, see you soon.”

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