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Homecoming - C2

Wrench woke up to the sun pelting down on him, which was weird, because it was supposed to be night. When did Marcus’ car get so comfortable and bright? Was he dead?

Rubbing his eyes, he yawned and stretched out his limbs on the… couch? Was he on a couch? Peeling an eye open, he confirmed that he was, indeed, nestled comfortably into a nice plush couch.

He didn’t exactly remember when he fell asleep, but nor did he remember getting out of Marcus’ car and into this living room for that matter. Which meant that Marcus probably dragged his conked-out ass all the way into his apartment. The laundry list of things he had to apologize to Marcus for was pretty long already, he didn’t need to be adding anything else.

He sat up and pulled off the blanket Marcus must have draped over him, getting a better look at the room. A couple things quickly dawned on him:

One, Marcus was still living that bachelor life. Nobody else in their right mind, besides Wrench, would stand to have so much Devon von Devon staring them down at all times.

Two, he’d never seen this place before. All of Marcus’ collectibles, 80’s horror movie posters, and sci-fi memorabilia were still there. (A majority of the Jimmy Siska posters were signed too! Marcus had very wonderful and tasteful interior decorating.) But the bones of the place were completely foreign to him.

Which led him to point number three, there was no way this was an apartment.

Marcus had himself a house. A whole damn house, and a really nice one at that. With vaulted ceilings, clean lines, and walls of windows that showcased the  breathtaking view of the water shimmering in the afternoon sun, with the entirety of San Francisco’s skyline in the distance.

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Homecoming - C1

Reggie didn’t tell his friends when he came back to San Francisco.

For one, he wanted to return in Wrench style. Lots of fireworks, some explosives, maybe a big banner in the sky, too. Only that plan never ended up happening, since other, far more pressing issues came to the forefront. A recurring theme in his life as of late.

He liked the chaotic rush and the welcome distraction of London's DedSec as much as the next guy, but after risking his neck a few too many times, he realized he needed a little bit of a break. Besides, he had some important business he’d been keeping on the back burner for far too long now.

As some kind of thanks for the fixer work (and a little dash of flirting, perhaps?), Jordi secured him a way out of the UK with a boat ride and a plane back home whenever he needed it. Before he left, he entrusted Aiden and Jackson with keeping his safehouse and his robo-children tucked in safe and sound. He’d be back eventually… or quite quickly, depending on how things went when his flight touched ground.

Speaking of which, he glanced down at the screen on the back of the seat in front of him. It showed a satellite image of the world below and marked the plane’s flight path. A tiny plane hologram projected off the map inched closer to its destination. They were descending closer to the city now. Landing any minute now. He considered the possibilities of slipping on his mask and retreating from the real world for a little while.

While Reggie Blechman is just some weird, semi-famous engineer, Wrench is public enemy number one, baby. He didn’t need to have that kind of attention right now. And besides, it was stowed away in the belly of the plane, anyway, and excusing himself to go find a way down there would make even more of a scene. He could put on Wrench without the mask, anyway; it just made the illusion more believable. Something set off the tightly wound coil in his stomach, constricting further.

Wrench was totally, definitely not scared of going back home. Not even a little. Nope. What would he have been afraid of, anyway? Letting down his friends? Them still being mad at him? Pfft. Please. ‘Course not… ‘course not.

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London Calling - C2

Chapter 2 - Wish You Were Here Word Count 4,000 Notes I am on a roll!!!!

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London wasn’t all too different from what Wrench was expecting. He had watched enough British media throughout his life to get a good idea of what the country was like: cold, dreary, and grey. Which wasn’t all too far off.

The state the city was in, though, was even worse than anything Wrench could have imagined. The city was a Orwellian nightmare. You couldn’t go anywhere without security cams greeting you everywhere, or security drones hovering over you, or overblown security guards on every corner teaching naysayers a lesson.

Brushing aside the tech dystopia and police state for a moment, Wrench eventually acclimated to life in London. He didn’t mind the rain or the fog. He enjoyed it, actually; it was like having a little slice of home with him.

What he couldn’t stand, though, was the cold. His preferred style of wearing clothes until they literally fell apart did not fare well with the type of cold that permeates deep into the bone. He had no other choice than to buy himself a new wardrobe once the weather dipped into freezing temperatures.

It had barely registered that three months had passed since he flew into London. Things have been so hectic around DedSec that he hasn’t had a chance to take a proper break. Plus, any free time that he did have was spent catching up with everyone back home.

This group was unlike any that Wrench had worked with. He clued in quickly that this was in part because this division was not simply a group of hacktivists punching upwards-- this DedSec was a resistance. Everyone and anyone sick of the authoritarian regime stepping on their necks was welcomed to the team. They required strength in numbers.

Marcus was right-- his skillset turned out to be exactly what London was in need of. However, that meant that Wrench was always in high demand. Cooking up explosives, building 3D-printed weapons. Anything to keep his mind busy.

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London Calling - C1

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Chapter 1 - I Left My Love in San Francisco Word Count 3,113 Notes I finished Legion a little while ago, and NEEDED to speculate why Wrench might be in London all by himself........ and thus...... this happened....

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Sitara, Josh, Marcus, and Wrench had become something of celebrities among hacker groups. The fallout of their work was palpable everywhere, in every city. People proudly wore Sitara’s DedSec art, they shared her videos and their message far and wide. Script kiddies had taken a habit of calling themselves Retr0 or Hawt Sauce, causing unnecessary headaches when they inadvertently doxxed themselves. Marcus found the whole thing to be more endearing than anything; Josh hated it. Wrench’s mask caught on in popularity, too. Rip-offs began to show up everywhere— of course, none were ever as cool as Wrench’s, though. Whenever he passed someone wearing a mask like his he had to do a double, triple take.

They all discovered fairly quickly, though, that being famous and being a hacker was kind of counterproductive. It got in the way of work. Plus they all collectively yearned for the days when they could have had little peace and quiet during their free time online.

While they might be able to cleverly hide from the prying eyes of ctOS, they can’t fully hide from the eyes of the public. Someone somewhere was bound to recognize them. And usually those with a vendetta against DedSec are the ones most likely to have something to say about it. With fists, usually.

Thankfully, years have passed since then, and they’ve all managed to dip back into relative obscurity. Their handles were floated around by new hacktivists to prove that they knew their stuff, much like The Fox and other vigilantes that came before them. Rumors about them floated around the internet, but remained nothing more than speculation.

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64 Sensory Prompts

Watching a meteor shower

Digging your fingers into fresh dirt

Snow being shoved down the back of your coat

Napping in sunshine

Trying to walk on ice

Walking through the woods

Raindrops on eyelashes

The way cold glass fogs when you press your hand against it

A perfectly brewed cup of tea

The taste of Vodka at the back of your throat

Blood at the corner of your mouth

Cloying sweetness on the back of your tongue

The first glass of fresh water

Stale breath when you wake up

The taste of salt on the tip of your tongue

The taste of almonds

Your bed after travelling

Red wine stained lips

Satin in candlelight

Reflections in glass

Thigh-high stockings and garter belts

Neon lights at 1.30am

Darting shadows in the corner of your eye

Dust floating in golden sunlight

The smell of ozone during a storm

The smell of Cologne/Perfume on warm skin

The musty smell of an abandoned home

The bitter tang of acetone

The smell of burning wood

The smell of freshly baked bread

The cold, sharp smell of the first frost

The smell of blood

The feel of fingertips trailing over a bare shoulder blade

The feel of fingers brushing together by accident

Blowing a raspberry against someone’s skin

Being so close that you can feel your lips brush when you whisper 

The tender ache when you press against bruises

A person’s weight as they lie on top of you

Stepping in something squishy

Gritty eyes when you stare into fire too long

A door closing

A ticking wristwatch

Your favourite song on repeat for the hundredth time

Distant traffic

The creak of leather

The waver in a person’s voice when they’re stressed

Singing badly as loud as you can

A quiet sigh as they turn away

Trying to pull on clothes with damp skin

The empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed

The jittery, sick feeling when you can’t do anything

Exhausted numbness after crying

The relief of fatalistic recklessness

The moment when reality starts to make sense again

Finding old photographs you’d forgotten about

Someone accepting the bad parts of you without judging

Brown iodine stains on skin

Rust red dirt

Orange sunsets

Yellow halogen lights

Green wine bottles

Fingertips smudged in blue ink

Indigo skies just before dawn

Violet bruised eyes

Feel free to use in writing and art - I’ll be tracking the tag ‘sensory prompts’ if you want to share :)

[coolangelsthesarus]

The Gang Goes To The Beach - [T]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 3,300+ Summary San Francisco has been experiencing some of the hottest weather the city has seen in years. Making the best out of a situation, Dedsec decides to enjoy it with a beach party. Notes This is a writing prompt from tumblr on my main account from @sweetfirecracker about one person getting buried the sand. it ended up exploding into a full fic! i had fun with this. enjoy!

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Wrench stretches out on the beach towel, much like a cat preparing for a nap in a nice sunlit spot. Except he’s much larger than a cat, wears loads of spikes on the regular, and is currently laying under a huge umbrella that is preventing even a sliver of light from reaching him.

“Pfft, of course I’m not swimming,” his mask sends two question marks up towards Marcus. “I would die, for starters, and two, my plan’s to drink, drink some more, and then wait until I can light things on fire.”

“That won’t be for hours, dude. It ain’t even noon,” Marcus counters, squinting up at the sun and back down at Wrench.

Eyes wandering a little, they trail down to his swim shorts Wrench borrowed off of him. Should have known he would pick the ones with the cheesy yellow-and-red flames licking up from the bottom. (Like fashion disaster destiny drew the two together, Wrench happened to own a matching button-up that completed the ensemble.) Proudly wearing the Guy Fieri look, Wrench had his shirt completely undone and splayed open. The combo of his chicken-scratch tattoos and the disaster outfit certainly was… something.

Marcus liked to think he’d gone with something a bit more fashionable by choosing one of his favorites: an 80’s style print with neon colors and geometric shapes.

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Dungeons & Dedsec - chap. 2 [M]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 2,600+ Chapter 2: Critical Fail Notes I am soooo sorry for how long it took to update this, but hey! An update!

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“It’s two-thirty in the afternoon, man,” Marcus replied. “You’re just getting up?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t believe in mornings.” He rubbed at his unmasked face. As much as he hated being exposed, sleeping half-naked with spikes all over your face sucked just a little bit more.

“Sure, whatever, sleepyhead.” There was a teasing gentleness to his voice. “But you need to get out of bed regardless, ‘cause I’m taking you to food.”

“Oh?”

“I tried calling you earlier because I wanted breakfast, but you didn’t answer.” Marcus said as Wrench tried to readjust himself. “But I still do, and you need to wake up. You cool with pancakes?”

“Oh, absolutely. You know I love pancakes. Just… you gotta give me a little bit. I just woke up. Thirty minutes?”

“Nah, dude, I’ve been waiting for hours, I’m starving! You get ten.”

“Twenty!” Wrench countered back. He could tell Marcus was rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone. “Where are you, Marcus? It does not take ten minutes to get here from... Jesus, okay... make it fifteen.”

“Fifteen it is. See ya soon.” Then, Marcus hung up.

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[coolangelsthesarus]

Oh my god you wrote slow jam?! I love that fic so much!

Ah yes I did! And omg thank you!! ;;; Your message is so sweet and warmed my heart 💕

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Dungeons & DedSec, chap. 1 [M]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 1,700+ Chapter 1: Roll for Initiative Notes Huzzah, a multichap! AND one that combines two of my favorite things, at that!

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Wrench slid up to the front desk of the game store, where a handsome cashier with thick-rimmed glasses and a nametag that read Marcus was giving him a cautious look.

“So what do you think,” he said, holding up two tiny unpainted pieces of plastic in either hand. “Wizard-slash-warlock tiefling, or a dragonborn that can shoot fire out of its nose?”

Marcus thought on it for a moment, then smirked. “Shouldn’t dragonborns be able to shoot fire anyway? Pretty sure there aren’t rules for  how. Wizard-warlock dragonborn, man.”

“Shit, you’re right!” He set the tiefling down on the glass counter. “Thanks, M, you’re a genius.”

“Nah, just been witness to too many sessions of D&D this week.” Marcus sighed. “I still hear the dice in my sleep.”

Wrench slipped into a darker, sinister tone. “Well, Clarice— have the dice stopped rolling?”

“Awful.”

Marcus laughed despite himself, and Wrench tagged along too. He was pretty certain the mask was flashing exclamation points or happy carets. Those happened to occur a lot more often when he was around Marcus— either that or heart eyes. And heart eyes were a little bit harder to explain, because that meant explaining the big, bad, terrible, awful crush he had on Marcus. Thankfully, though, he was good at hiding the hearts. Most of the time.

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Comfort Zone [M]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 1,400+ Notes I’ll never be over these two, I’m sorry!!!! __________________________________

“I’ll only show you mine if you show me yours first,” Wrench said with a flash of a wink. “Deal?”

Marcus frowned even harder. “Oh, come on, that’s not fair.”

“It’s totally fair! For starters, I have no fucking idea where mine are. Plus, I already know you have a folder of mini-Marcus.”

“Wh— How do you know that?”

“I know you, dude. You like staying organized and taking photos of yourself, it only makes sense.”

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Slow Jam [T]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 2,200+ Notes I need 50+ fics about Wrench playing the guitar, thank you for coming to my TED talk

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The first time they got stoned at Marcus’s apartment, Wrench managed to find the acoustic guitar Marcus had been hiding in the back of his closet.

Sitara had kicked them out of the Hackerspace for the night so she could work on her latest art project— and she was  not  a fan of listening to a Siska marathon while she worked. They didn’t even get that far into one of Siska’s first films, Infinite Punishment, before the weed made them lose their collective focus.

Wrench started it, though. He had gone off on a tangent and was trying to find some horrible piece of clothing in Marcus’s wardrobe when he saw it, his abandoned guitar, in all its detuned and dusted glory.

“Ooh. I didn’t know you played, M.” He strummed the guitar, mask flashing a pained emoticon at the sound, completely out of tune. “Used to play?”

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Mark me, Marcus [E]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 2,800 Notes It’s Wrench’s birthday!!! woo! (´∀`)

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After a day full of celebrating— and consequently, hardly any privacy— Wrench had been getting awfully handsy.

He was eager to unwrap his last gift of the day, and his patience had all but vanished by the time they’d started their regular bar crawl. His hands snuck under Marcus's shirt, into the back pockets of Marcus's jeans, around his mask to push it up for another makeout session.

While Marcus couldn’t help himself either, he liked to think he was a little more tactful about it. But he was just as bad.

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Under the Weather [G]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 1,100+ Notes I’ve been super sick recently and a friend inspired me to write self-indulgent sickfic. There needs to be more fics of Marcus being taken care of, imo

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The sound of Wrench’s ringtone— the theme for Open Wounds, at Wrench’s request— woke Marcus up. As he went to answer the phone, he realized how badly his head was pounding.

“... Hello?” Oh, Marcus thought, my voice sounds like shit. Awesome.

“Mint or cherry?”

“Huh?” He turned to look at the other side of their bed. Wrench wasn’t there, but there was an ungodly pile of used tissues in his place. “Where are you?”

“At the store, dude. I told you before I left.”

Marcus had no memory of that. He just barely remembered waking up earlier feeling like he’d been put through a blender and Wrench feeling his forehead for his temperature. But outside of that, things were a feverish blur.

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Trust Me With You [T]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 1,600+ Notes Ya like hurt/comfort? Cause I sure do. Trigger warning for mention of self harm/suicidal thoughts. __________________________________

It was obvious enough. Not many people who enjoyed being alive did even a tenth of the dangerous and stupid shit Wrench pulled on a regular basis.

Marcus had never meant to pry, really. It was one morning after a night of restless sleep that Marcus noticed them.

The pale white lines were thin and faint, hardly noticeable unless someone was looking for them in the sea of ink. But in the bright sunlight, the places all along his arms he hadn’t covered up yet made themselves shown.

And Marcus couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since Wrench tried anything. If he still thought about it. What other mysteries the chaotic art he’d thrown upon his skin was hiding. If being together in the romantic sense helped ease that pain at all.

Marcus longed to reach out and touch them— rub them away if he could, but he wasn’t a miracle worker. Sometimes he wished he was.

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send me a pairing + a number!

“why are you at my doorstep at 3 in the morning…”

“holy shit! i finally found something i’m better in than you!”

“no what the FUCK get that THING away from me!”

“you’re clearly hurting stop putting up a strong front”

“hey sorry but i kinda ran away from home so let me stay over tonight”

“if you really want to, i’ll let you go”

“we’re made for each other”

“will you hear me out?”

“i don’t think i can do this anymore”

“i can go out with you, but don’t expect anything from me”

“like hell i’m leaving you when you look at me like that”

“why the heck aren’t we making out?”

“didn’t you hear me the first time?”

“stay with me, goddammit!” 

“h-hey! why are you crying all of a sudden?!”

“oh… sorryomgwrongnumber”

“why are you staring at me”

“fuck. off.”

“i’m sorry, but who are you?”

“for you, anything.”

“wow i did not know you had a weak spot like that”

“dating advice #1: you don’t look at anyone other than me”

“i don’t want to break up”

“you don’t get to trample on my feelings like that!”

“it’s been a long time since i saw your smile”

“i just wanted you to be happy”

“kiss me”

“don’t make me say it!”

“we can’t return to those times anymore”

“i have everything – i have you”

“i’m sorry i ended up falling for you”

“what do you mean you’re not attractive whatthefuck”

“wait what did you just say you love me?”

“why did it have to be you”

“you don’t even have a clue about the things you do to me”

“please don’t leave me behind”

“i won’t leave you behind”

“only in front of you did i want to look cool always”

“have you come to hate me?”

“me and you? we’re simply not cut out for this lovers thing”

“you’re so embarrassing ugh…”

“i’ve lied to you about many things but i wasn’t lying when i said i loved you”

“i can’t believe we didn’t find each other until now”

“why is so hard to breathe when you’re standing next to me?”

“at least i’m yours”

“this wasn’t how i planned our first date!”

“it’s fine even if you don’t love me”

“i don’t want this to be just physical”

“lets do this again next year”

“i just thought i really loved you”

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Punk’s Not Dead, Just Soft [M]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 2,245 Notes Posting my Valentine’s Day fic early because I’m extremely impatient. Happy Valentine’s Day! __________________________________

Marcus did really weird things to him.

Not that it was bad or anything but sometimes Wrench started to wonder if it was fine for him to be this happy. Shit, when was the last time he’d been this happy? Had he ever been this happy before?

It was not good for him. Marcus was starting to make him go soft.

He’d replaced all the hardness he wanted to present to the world with soft mushy feel-good goopiness and honestly, if he was an outsider looking in at their relationship, he would physically cringe at all the sappy shit he did without blinking an eye.

The mask, for one. Sometimes Wrench would completely forget he wasn’t wearing it when he was alone with Marcus. How exactly was that possible, except if Marcus was using some weird alien telepathic altering of his thoughts or something. He could go hours and not remember that Marcus had a front and center show to Wrench’s face— and part of him loved that he trusted Marcus enough with that. Another part of him hated that he loved it. And another another part still tried to beat him over the head with a brick of doubt and self loathing about the fact that Marcus got to see his ugly, beaten up face, but Marcus had a natural talent for telling that part to fuck off. And it usually involved showering him in kisses like they were in some awful romance movie.

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[coolangelsthesarus]

00111100 00110011 [E]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 8,000+ Notes I’m in deep. Wanted some angst and fluff w a side of nasty. Turned out to be massive. That’s all.

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This idea wasn’t going to work, Marcus decided a little too late.

He should have listened to his gut before agreeing to go along with Wrench’s plan. And, to be fair, it seemed like it was going to go well. In a wild turn of events, Wrench thought that going about finding info on a mission stealthily was the best course of action for once.

The plan was for Marcus to hack into the servers of this rave and follow the trail back to the source. Despite Marcus's constant reassuring that he could handle it by himself, Wrench insisted he would tail along, “in case those blyats tried anything again”, he said. He designated himself backup, second eyes keeping watch in case things went awry.

It was supposed to be quick and easy. Supposed to, anyway. As it turned out, thumping bass and blinding lightshows and thousands of bodies throbbing in unison made it a little bit hard to concentrate.

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