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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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mixes-archive · 1 year

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heyyy, i really need a wrench's sfw alphabet 🥺🥺 i love him so so so much and i haven't found any new headcanons of him in a while

WRENCH SFW ALPHABET

I can’t believe we finally got a Watch Dogs fan, I hope you enjoy your stay in the archives!

A = Affection

(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shows affection everywhere, all the time and with everything he has. Likes to show it physically and with little trinkets he either finds or makes. If he sees something in a store and it reminds him of you, consider it yours (he did not steal it not at all no of course not he wouldn’t do something like that).

Will cling to you even when you’re fighting about some petty thing, he cannot bring himself to let go of you ever. Probably even got you safety gear so he could continue to hug you when absolutely fucking up a toaster or something of the sorts.

B = Best friend

(What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Stupid. Wrench is a stupid little man with no idea how to properly talk or communicate. Either someone in Dedsec told him to finally ask you to hang out or he was high out of his mind, since he hates talking to new people.

Once’s that’s done though, he’d go with you through thick and thin, acting much like he does with everyone else in Dedsec.

C = Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If he ever doesn’t want to cuddle, that’s a clone and you should shoot it immediately. Wrench is down to cuddle whenever, just tell him to take of the spiky stuff first because he will not remember.

Loves to cuddle in the morning or after stressful missions the most, he would cling to you for hours if you let him.

D = Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Not yet. Possibly never. He would probably keep moving around forever if you weren’t in the picture. He’ll try to be a bit more domestic if it’s something that you really want, but Reggie still has a need to do society justice. It’s not like he doesn’t want to settle down ever, but he almost feels pressured to help the ones who cannot defend themselves (please take him to a therapist, he’ll be much more inclined to settle down after that).

He is shit at cooking and who do you think made a mess in the first place? He’ll try his best to help out however he can, but for the love of your stomach do NOT let him near the stove.

E = Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Stole your pets if you had them and hacked all your devices to be completely useless. You’d have to really fucked things up for him to actually break up with you, so his reaction is (partially) rationalized.

F = Fiance(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very committed to your relationship. Would be down to get married whenever tbh, he already knows you’re the one anyway.

G = Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be a bit brash, but he means well and would never do anything he knew or thought could upset you. Wrench is always very sweet with his words and everything he says, no matter how cheesy or dumb, he means wholeheartedly. Always careful to never upset you.

And if you ignore the spikes and other various pokies from his clothing choices, he is quite gentle. You’d think mans would throw you around however he wants with the way he can swing that sledge hammer, but he’s surprisingly gentle whenever it comes to you, his touches featherlight when caressing your figure.

H = Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Fucking LOVES hugs. Morning hug, getting out of bed hug, brushing your teeth hug, before breakfast hug, breakfast hug, after breakfast hu- I think you get it. Hugging you so much it’s embarrassing.

They’re firm, comforting and can last from a second to a few minutes depending on his mood.

I = I love you

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

Quite fast probably. Maybe on the first date even. He’s not ashamed to admit it.

J = Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Wrench trusts you with his life, not to mention in the relationship. Buuuttttt…. He would be jealous of a screwdriver if you looked at it too long. He thrives off of your attention and wants it on him as much as possible, so no other person may flirt with you, thank you very much.

Gets really physical when jealous, maybe even lifts his mask a lil to kiss your neck from behind or something. Whatever gets your attention off of whatever he’s jealous of and onto him.

K = Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Dramatic. Would dip you just to give you a tiny little peck on the cheek. Loves to kiss you on whatever skin is exposed on you, whether that be stomach, neck, hands, eyelids, whatever.

He loves to be kissed on his mask in public, but honestly melts every time you kiss his scar(s).

L = Little ones

(How are they around children?)

No, absolutely not. Pets? Yes! But children not so much. He’s scared he’ll be just as awful as his parents and honestly, he wouldn’t be fit to be a dad period.

M = Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

Him trying to coax you out of bed to “get a head-start” (even though literally nothing is going on whatsoever). He has very little need for sleep to be healthy/productive/awake, so he just goes to sleep at ungodly times and wakes up even earlier. Will gladly stay in bed and cuddle though.

Since he can’t cook for shit, if he wakes up much earlier than you, he’ll go to a bakery and get you your favorite dessert.

N = Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

Probably watching a shitty movie you stopped paying attention to hours ago in favor of flirting or making out. If you fall asleep, he’d carry you to bed and start working on some tiny project before joining you in bed.

O = Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

When he opens up to you, most likely a few months after you started dating, he’ll dump everything out at once as not to surprise you later on in the relationship. He’s very open with people he knows and never afraid to speak up when something makes him uncomfortable or reminds him about a worse time in his live.

He’ll also frequently joke about his past trauma, so be prepared for that.

P = Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

Gets mad all the time, but never directs it at you. If you’re scared of yelling, he’ll get you to somewhere you can’t hear him, and then scream his lungs out. Or, he’ll probably just cling to you instead, you make him calm down with your presence alone.

Q = Quizzes

(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He couldn’t really be a hacker if he was forgetful, so it’s safe to say he very quickly picks up everything you say and do. Deffo memorizes all the names of the people you gossip about.

“So Samantha called her a-“

“Isn’t that the one who broke up with her boyfriend because he was ‘too ugly’?” ?_?

“YEAH!- wait how’d you know that?”

“Babe, you told me like, a month ago.” -_-

R = Remember

(What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Going to the shittiest looking döner kebab restaurant with you and eating without his mask for the first time in public. He can still see how you laughed at him when the white (very sus looking) sauce dripped all over his chin, only for you to start choking on your food, which made him laugh and also start choking on his. You were very quickly kicked out, but continued laughing together until you got home.

S = Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

So fucking protective of you omg. Scary dog privileges is all I can say.

He doesn’t need to be protected, if anything, you need to protect others from him.

T = Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Everything comes to him quite naturally, he never goes out of his way to plan something, he’s much more spontaneous. But he still puts effort into making everything as enjoyable as possible for you, but plans aren’t really his thing.

U = Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Beating himself up over not being pretty enough and his rash decision making. It’ll take some effort on your part to get him to think and act differently.

V = Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is a crust punk and wears a mask 24/7, doesn’t really care most of the time unless he’s feeling self conscious about his (very lovable) face.

W = Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely couldn’t do without you if you’re apart long enough. You’re his rock and his comfort. Doesn’t like going on long missions anymore, because he’d just miss you so much.

X = Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

He is SO GOOD at braiding hair, no matter what hair texture you have or what style you’re going for. Has no idea where he picked up the talent himself, he’s just a natural at it. (Please let him do your hair please please please he won’t even sniff it that much)

Y = Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

A capitalist.

Z = Zzz

(What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Clinging onto you super tight and if you have tiddies, burying his face in them. (He doesn’t need air anyway)

Also a prolific blanket AND pillow thief, you either freeze or buy enough of them to supply a whole army.

A/N: the silly

#watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #watch dogs x reader #watch dogs 2 x reader #wrench #wrench x reader #the silly #he totally has autism you guys #x reader

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ginnsinabin · 1 year

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Night time with wrench headcannons

+Gen neutral

-If you’ve been with wrench for a while, he’ll feel pretty comfortable in taking his mask of to sleep with you if he hasn’t already around the place you two occupy

-If its a fairly newish thing but not so new to be sleeping in the same bed with you than he’ll be a little more reluctant and shimmy around the subject until it’s brought up

-All he needs is some reassurance that his insecurities are not shared by you and he’ll feel comfortable enough to take it off right before bed

-Wrench uses you as pretty much a body pillow don't argue with me I'm right

-There's no way this man of spikes doesn’t rely on you as a glorified night time stuffed animal

-Whenever you or him are on a mission wrench will get absolutely no proper sleep if any, you've absolutely ruined his ability to sleep (let’s be honest you really improved it)

-Whenever you two come back from a time away, even if it’s just a day or two, this man will hold you in a steel grip for the entire night

-If you’re lucky you can maybe squeeze a pillow between the two of you if you want space but other than that there's not a single inch that separates the two of you

-Get comfy cause there's no pulling out of this punk’s grip. Will seriously drag/carry you to the bathroom if you even manage to get him up and out of the bed

-Has definitely referred to you as teddy human

-Wrench talks quite a bit in his sleep of various things happening in his absolutely abstract dreams

-Try to talk back and sometimes you’ll get some slightly coherent replies

-For being a man of nothing but chaos and destruction he is a heavy sleeper

-Seriously would have to either flip the bed or drop a nuke to wake this dead man

-If you get him awake prepare for some grumpy and groggy whining from being woken up

-The building could be on fire and he’d still give you some attitude

-If he miraculously wakes before you he’ll still cuddle you to him and either past time till you wake up on his phone or will simply watch you sleep (a bit creepy but an endearing kid of creepy)

(A/N dont judge my crap writing its been years since i’ve done this and i got a kick of motivation to make this at 12 am lol Hope you enjoyed or at least tolerated this)

#watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #wrench #wrench wd2 #wrench x reader #watch dogs x reader #wrench x y/n #wrench x you

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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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never-again-virgil · 6 months

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Head cannons for when if you were a teenager he found in San Francisco.

(You the reader are probably around 15 maybe 16ish I doubt wrench would be around anyone younger then that)

1. I don't think wrench would ever adopt you per say. But he would like let you live with him, he probably wouldn't be home very often (he probably lives in his garage)

2. I don't think wrench would really have any 'rules' except for probably don't add or remove from the population.

3. Wrench is a messy dude, but he would probably have you a little clean area for you do your own thing, like have your bed there or were you can just have your own stupid shit.

4. I feel like when you turn 18 wrench would probably not kick you out but might try and push you to get a job unlike him because honestly his main way of income is stealing everyone else's banking information.

5. Wrench would probably teach you the basics on how to build things and how to hack (to a point) in his freetime.

6. Wrench would probably drink around you. He'd probably drink less when your awake but he'd drink more if your asleep.

7. Wrench would supply you with new tech (probably shit that he made so you wouldn't have a ctos or Blume anything)

8. He would also give you headphones for all the yelling and screaming he does and also when he works on things so he wouldn't wake you up.

9. If wrench ever saw you cry or want attention from him wrench would probably freeze up, wrench seems like the guy that wasn't really treated right as a kid so he never really developed the emotional intelligence to help you so he'd might call up Marcus or someone like that to help you or to guide him more.

10. God forbid anything happend to you. If someone hurt you or God forbid kidnapped you their already dead wrench is going mama bear on there ass so fast.

11. I feel like even if Wrench gave you a bed you probably wouldn't use it. I mean he's not home always so might as well use his of course Wrench doesn't care what bed you sleep in its when he can't go to sleep because your ass is in the middle of the bed and refuses to move like a concrete wall weighing down the damn bed.

That's all for now, I might do more on these, I wish there was a way where you guys can give me requests but I have no idea how to.

#watch dogs #watch dogs wrench #watch dogs headcanons #wrench watch dogs #wrench x reader #comfort #the wrench

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thekoicupid · 2 months

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Can I request a general romantic relationship with a wrench and a male reader, please? I'm curious to know what it's like to date him. 👀

If you were in dedsec Wrench would find silly excuses to spend time with you.

I have a HC Wrench who sleeps in the hacker space, so if you asked him to sleep in your apartment/house he would be smiling behind the mask.

Wrench for not taking off his mask he will mess up your hair and will lend you your jacket

When Wrench is comfortable taking off his mask he would no doubt leave lots of kisses on his companion's face.

If you live in an apartment I feel much more without a doubt he would put on his playlist to play that I mean maximum volume.

He would like to stay by your side for as long as possible.

His clothes won't just be his, just like his.

When you're at dedsec late Wrench would stay there even if he had nothing to do, just to keep you company.

Hugs to sleep, when you wake up, free time.

I would say a relationship with Wrench and a 10/10 he will take great care of you, the least you should do is give a lot of love and affection to our boy in the mask.

#wrench watch dogs #wrench x reader #wrench x male reader #watch dogs 2 #wrench wd2

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renhaswritersblock · 1 year

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hi, can you do C, G and V with wrench pls? :)

Wrench - NSFW ALPHABET REQUEST (C, G, V):

A/N: No thoughts...just a chunk of the brain that held all my motivation vanish without a trace.

I didn't know if you wanted WD2 Wrench or WDL Dilf Wrench, so I wrote mostly WD2 Wrench. I do hope you enjoy reading this, and like I said, Ima just taking my time writing these requests -- but not too much time.

WARNING: Mentions of the hot dog wiener going into the donut hole, slight cum, lil' bit of angst

Lemme know what you think. You can always ask me any other Request in the ask box.

Happy readings!

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C: Cum (Ah, shit. Here we go again.)

Wrench will quickly cream his pants at literally anything. Going from committing violent acts, explosions/fireworks/arson, technology, his personal arsenal, glancing in your direction, staring at you sitting in the lounge part of the hackerspace, your smile, the slightest touch from you, a fantasy about you being on his workbench sprawled out barenake–

*COUGHS COUGHS*

Basically, Wrench can easily break and sometimes gets embarrassed when it happens or simply just doesn’t care.

His load is pretty average – if you get what I mean – and is ok with cumming both inside or outside. But keep in mind, you’ll never stop hearing the shitty one-liners every time he shoots his “love snot” all over your body.

G: Goofy

Come on, this is Wrench we’re talking about. The guy is a figurative ticking time bomb full of the dirtiest jokes and remarks known to man. One little word that comes out of either you or any of the DedSec member's mouths – Wrench will emerge from the dark corners of god-knows-where and say the worse shit possible that’s gonna earn a few annoyed groans or snickering. Yet regardless of his goofy behavior, he also has a serious one too.

Initially, Wrench fucked you with his mask on. One time, you mindlessly raise your hand to try lifting his mask off, causing him to seize and stop completely. Haphazardly jumping off the bed to grab all his clothes and rush out the door, leaving you with a perplexed look on your face. Although you both talk it out in the end, Wrench didn’t want to do anything intimate or sexual with you for nearly four months.

Gradually, he slowly returns to doing more coitus acts with you, along with opening up about his issues and the importance of the mask. Even going as far as kissing you for the first time. He’ll still feel iffy about crossing his boundaries, but when he does, the room will be pitch black for you too see his face. But you don’t mind the long progress he’s making.

V: Volume

He is absolutely, without a doubt, totally the loudest guy to have sex with. Doesn’t matter if he’s groaning, moaning, growling, whimpering, huffing, or muffling – everyone can still hear him shout out and swear every cuss word in the book while pounding you. Leading to him getting kicked out of every hackerspace in the Bay Area and sneaking back in, and everyone putting on earbuds and trying to ignore whatever is going on in the next room.

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A/N: Hope you enjoy, and lemme know what ya think!

#watch dogs wrench #wrench watch dogs #watch dogs 2 wrench #wrench x reader #watch dogs legion wrench #watch dogs 2

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stillnotyourmusebitch · 3 months

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Imagine being able to crochet/knit really well to the point that one day in the hackerspace you tell Wrench to close his eyes and open his hand and you place a little octopus that you made for him in his favourite colours.

That man would be so happy and that tiny octopus you created would be on his person everywhere he would go. He'd name it and protect it because it's his child now.

(my bestie crocheted me an octopus and I keep sending her images of him in random places)

#jamie talks #watch dogs 2 #watch dogs imagine #wrench wd2 #wrench x reader #wrench watch dogs #i couldn't help it

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msblazer · 2 years

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“I Won’t Leave You” Wrench x GN!Reader

21-05-22

1.2k words

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Wrench x GN!Reader

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Reader comforts Wrench after he was greatly judged by how he looks

Warnings:

-Cursing

-Arguing

-Judgmental Comments

Extra:

-You and Josh are very close friends :)))

-Wrench face description (spoiler?)

-Not Proofread

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"FUCK" Wrench burst through the doors to the garage of DedSec, surprising Sitara and Josh who were mid conversation, while you we're were scared awake from your nap on the sofa.

"Hey! Hey! It's alright man! We got away quick enough I'm sure they didn't-" Marcus who was following close behind Wrench tried to reassure the raging Wrench but was cut off immediately by Wrench yelling back.

"SHUT UP, IT WAS FUCKING OBVIOUS. DIDN'T YOU SEE THE REACTIONS OF THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS?" Wrench yelled as he kicked down a few boxes which crashed to the ground spilling little electronic parts all over the floor.

Josh suddenly put his hands to his ears trying to block out the loud noise from Wrench's yelling letting out distressed whispers. "Wrench shut the hell up!" Sitara lightly raised her voice as she noticed Josh’s condition.

"FUCK THIS, FUCK THIS WORLD, FUCK SOCIETY AND ITS GODDAMN STANDARDS" Wrench yells and slams the door as he leaves to his room. Leaving you and Marcus stunned while Sitara was slightly fuming from her friend's outbreak. You were shocked since you've never seen him act like how he just did.

You looked over to check on Josh, then realised he still had his hands over his ears and kept his eyes tightly shut. You immediately went over to him and crouched down beside him. You slightly tapped his hand three times.

The two of you decided that the amount of times you tap on him means different things. Three meaning that you were there to help him and that everything was okay now.

You saw as he slowly opened his eyes and gave a very small smile. You mouthed to him 'are you okay?' To which he nodded in response. You looked in the direction of the door Wrench just slammed shut.

"You should give him some time (Name)" Sitara suggested as she began to work on something on her tablet. You nodded and decide to walk over to Marcus and talk to him instead.

About ten minutes pass and during those ten minutes the continuous cursing could be heard from Wrench's room. A few more curses could be heard until everything fell silent.

You slowly got up and decided to go check up on Wrench. You knocked on his door lightly. "Wrench? Can I come in?" You called.

You heard a small 'okay' and you quietly opened the door and closed it behind you. As you looked up, you saw his room a complete mess. You looked around for Wrench and saw him sitting on his bed with the covers over his head.

You slowly walked up to him. "Hey man, you wanna talk about it?" You asked as you sat down beside him. He turned to look at you and lightly nodded. He took in a deep breath before starting.

"When Marcus and I were hanging out, the clips on my mask came loose and it fell off..." he trailed off. You put your hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, take your time" You smiled. Wrench nodded before continuing.

"And it was just my luck that there was a group of teenagers, and god were they absolute bastards..." Wrench looked down at his hands and you could hear him sniffling under his mask.

You were surprised since you've never heard or seen Wrench cry. You began to pat his back. Suddenly you felt both his arms wrap around you. Surprised you hugged him back.

"They called me disgusting, ugly, horrendous- god I couldn't take it. I just ran. I picked up my mask and ran. I could hear them hollering with laughter while I ran away. Why is this world so cruel?" He sobbed.

You stroked his head and back. "You aren't ugly, Wrench." "Easy for you to say- you're stunning. Hell you haven't even seen what I look like." he sighed. The two of you stayed silent for a moment.

"Then what if you showed me?" You asked. He looked at you through his lenses. He was quiet while in deep thought.

"You don't have to of course." You quickly said. Wrench shook his head. "I've known you for so long. You deserve to know." He said as he lifted his hands behind his hood to the back of his mask.

You heard a small click as you saw the mask fall into his hands. "Please, be nice..." he whispered. He slowly looked at you. Immediately locking eye contact with his beautiful glossy blue eyes.

They were enchanting. "So..." Wrench started. You broke out of your trance. "I am ugly. Aren't I?" He frowned looking down at his feet. The two of you were quiet.

"Wrench." You started as he looked over towards you. "You can't let what others say define you. Their opinions don't matter. They only put down other people who are happy because they aren't. I bet most of those teenagers hate each other. Especially if they're in big groups."

"They don't have real friends. They aren't happy. Thats why assholes like that bring people down by making snarky comments. You can't let their words control you." You stated, making sure to keep eye contact with him the entire time.

Wrench was silent. "Plus I think you have gorgeous eyes..." you whispered while looking away blushing. You saw from the corner of your eye, Wrench's eyes widening in surprise.

"I've never gotten a compliment like that before..." He gave a small smile. "Thank you (Name)." You turned to look at him. You smiled a blush tinting your face. The two of you kept your gaze on each other taking in one's features.

"(Name) there's something I need to tell you." He whispered. He held your hands in his. You gazing into his piercing blue eyes. "I...I've liked you for a while and I was scared to tell you since I was worried you would hate me for how I look." He said extremely quick.

You froze in shock. You smiled back. "I feel the same. I don't care what you look like. I fell for your charm, your personality. You're amazing Wrench." He smiled. His sadness finally slipping away.

You looked into his eyes. They were hopeful. You grinned and brought your face towards his and kissed him gently yet full of passion and love. Wrench was in a state of shock before kissing you back with an equal amount of love.

As you two parted from the kiss a bright red blush covered over both of your faces.

Wrench began to stutter. "Uh, first of all, (Name), thank you for not lying to me by saying something like 'I am the most handsome man you've ever seen, because I knew that would be a lie, I've heard it too many times."

"Secondly, thank you for being my first kiss." he smiled.

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Hope you enjoyed reading! I probably won't be updating a lot for the next two to three weeks due to Summer Exams! I hope you liked it! It's my first Watch Dogs 2 story so I hope I did well!

#wrench x reader wd2 #watch dogs 2 #wd2 #wrench wd2 #wrench #nb!reader #oneshot #drabble #x reader #wd #watch dogs #wrench watch dogs #wrench x reader

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swanimagines · 6 months

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WATCH DOGS AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR WATCH DOGS

Aiden Pearce

Marcus Holloway

The Wrench

Jordi Chin

Dušan Nemec

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.

If you want to be informed about new fics for Watch Dogs or its individual characters, create an AO3 account and subscribe or bookmark any of those serieses listed above. There are buttons at the top right corner for those, or on top on mobile. I do not do Tumblr taglists anymore.

Also, if you're wondering, requests are ALWAYS open and you're welcome to leave one or multiple. Just remember to read my rules and pick a request type from this list.

#watch dogs #watch dogs imagine #watch dogs x reader #watch dogs 2 #marcus holloway #aiden pearce #wrench #aiden pearce x reader #wrench x reader #wrench imagine #aiden pearce imagine #marcus holloway x reader #marcus holloway imagine #jordi chin #jordi chin x reader #jordi chin imagine #Dušan Nemec x reader #Dušan Nemec #Dušan Nemec imagine

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totallynotasimp67 · 1 year

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Any one got any fic recommendations, something non nsfw, x reader smut makes me kinda in uncomfortable, and gn pronouns/references for these characters:

Wrench - watch dogs 2

Soap, Ghost, König - Modern Warfare 2

Julian - The Arcana

Zhongli - Genshin Impact

Garrus - Mass Effect

Zorro - One Piece

707, Zen - Mystic Messenger

Shane, Harvey, Sebastian - Stardew Valley

Anything would be lovely, headcanons, drabbles, short fics, long fics, the only specifications, as said above, no nsfw/smut and gender neutral pronouns/references please, I would be very grateful

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asherritsuko · 9 months

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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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