robust - Transformers x Reader

⇢ i like you! , tfp!ratchet

"(y/n), you're incredibly naïve."

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"Your vitals seem to be in order," Ratchet hummed as he monitored your spark's pulse. A frown was etched on his face as he registered your energon levels.

"Lay off the swee- ow!"

You glared daggers at the medic, keeping your servo raised just in case he tried to say something cheeky again.

"(y/n)," he sighed and set down his tools. "I'm just trying to be professional."

"You don't say that to a femme," you crossed your arms to express your defiance. The monitor started to blare loudly and you widened your optics. You were trying your best to remain upset with the medic, but the feelings you kept inside said otherwise. Hoping he wouldn't notice, you swung your legs back and forth to get out of the situation. The machine continued to drone on as your pulse quickened and you prayed to Primus that Ratchet would buy the whole "exercise picks up your pulse" gag.

"Oh?" Ratchet raised an optic ridge and started you down equally as defiant. He was challenging you. "And what exactly should I be saying to a femme?"

Your pulse started to race even faster, this could be the moment you confess!

"Well, you could start with... um," you began to nervously fidget with your digits.

"Well?" he asked again.

The tension was becoming so thick and foggy, you couldn't see through it. He was being so unreadable and your spark began to pound in your audios. This was not easy for you at all.

Mechs..

All your systems heated up as anxiety and your own nervousness clouded your thoughts. It was scary enough to say the right thing, but what if you came out and said the wrong thing. Then what would he think of you?

Regardless of the outcome, you knew you couldn't hold it in for any longer. It rushed to the tip of your tongue and you were convinced you'd explode.

You shut your optics tight, took a breath and-

"I like you!"

You hesitantly opened your optics to see his expression.

If he was surprised, he was very good at hiding it.

"Was that all?" he chuckled.

To your dismay, he was amused. Embarrassment started to seep into your armor and you forced yourself to stare at the floor.

"Sorry," you whispered.

A startling pressure built up at the back of your optics, and it urged your senses to let it through. But you refused to cry. It was bad enough Ratchet did not feel the same way. You lifted your optics only to stare at your clasped servos. Ratchet cleared his intake and walked up to you.

Probably to complete the checkup, no doubt.

I'm such an idiot...

Why did I do that?

Why?

Gentle digits lifted your chin and your (f/c) orbs met a soft blue hue.

"(y/n), you're incredibly naïve." he brought his free servo to hold your own.

Just before you were about to question him he placed a soft kiss on your forehelm.

Energon pumped its way to your face and you blushed intensely at the gesture. Confusion crossed your face and you were simply speechless.

He rolled his optics and offered a patient smile.

"(y/n)..."

"I like you too."

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"I knew Doc Bot had a soft spot for (y/n)!"

That voice was all too familiar.

Ratchet broke his expression and turned to the sound of the rowdy teenager.

"Yip, yip, yip! I was merely being... an empathetic doctor!"

His optics widened as he took notice that Miko had her cellphone out, recording the events that had just taken place and more.

"I had no idea empathetic doctors kiss their patients." Jack added in sarcastically. All of a sudden he was there too.

"I-it's crucial for-"

Then there was Raf with Bumblebee, Smokescreen showed up too.

"Way to get 'em old timer!"

Ratchet was trapped, there was no scientific talk to weasel his way out of this one.

Soon Optimus popped out of nowhere declaring, "You all owe me five bucks!"

Ratchet was shellshocked, "Optimus, I- You-"

Thud.

And then he fainted.

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I hope you enjoyed that spoof of a bonus ending, I just couldn't resist.
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