A/N: A Ratchet chapter because I love me some grumpy bot XDD he's just so edgy but idk he's sooo cute XDD Enjoy~~
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"This is so tiring..." I groaned, stuffing my items into a box. Ratchet was sitting on my bed, giving me a bored look. I huffed and threw a stuffed toy at his face, earning a growl from the medic.
"Throw that again and I'll perform a live dissection on you, (Y/N)." he warned, blue eyes striking danger at me.
"Raaatcheeetttttt!" I whined, leaning back and lay down onto my pile of clothes and plushies. Turning towards him, I gave the mech a pout. "Help...please?" I said, batting my eyelashes at the medic. He choked mid-air and sighed, ruffling his snow-white hair before sitting on the floor with me to look over my items.
"You're insufferable. Now, let's split the things into two; one that is needed and the other is to be given or thrown away. Let's get started, chop chop." He declared, poking my ribs. I yelped, sitting up straight immediately. Slapping his hands away, I gave him another pout, grumbling.
"You're mean...I should've called Optimus over, hmph." I muttered, narrowing my eyes. I knew it was mistake asking the bots to help me pack. I was going to move house, which by the way, was even closer to the base. The trio's guardians are always busy, which left with my guardian, Ratchet ...or the leader, Optimus.
Should've gone for big OP. Damn it.
"As if I wanna be here, Optimus is busy and so are the rest of the team. Now hurry up, we don't got all day." He said bitterly, scoffing. Sticking his hands into my junk pile, Ratchet caught hold of something and pulled it out. I smiled brightly, squealing as I snatched the old cloth away from him.
"AAHHH!! MY OLD JACKET! THANK YOU!" I said, burying my face into the soft material.
God, where have you been, my dear sweet jacket!?
"Ugh..." he retracted his hands in disgust. The medic sighed and looked to his left to see a small book. Reaching in and taking my old notebook, the old bot flipped it open, only to raise an eyebrow in question.
"You...drew this?" he asked, dangling the book at my face. I gasped in horror and snatched the book away, face red in embarrassment.
It was a picture of me as a princess, with all the fairy, sparkly glitters.
...I was five, okay!?
"Y-Yes! Got a p-problem?" I stuttered, throwing the book in a far corner. I'll pick it up later and store somewhere else, not now.
"Pfft, sure..." he stifled a laugh.
"Shut up, I was a small kid."
"Whatever." Ratchet sighed. Rubbing his eyes, he fished out my old Pikachu plush from the pile behind me.
"What's this?" he asked, playing with the ears of the electric Pokémon. I laughed, taking it over as I reminisced the past with it.
"I used to sleep with it, but I grew out of it by the age of 15..." I trailed off, petting the worn-out plush. Ratchet snatched the old doll and stuff it roughly in a bin.
"There, no point in long goodbyes. Next." He deadpanned.
"RATCHET! I NEEDED THAT!" I roared, diving into the plastic bag and took back my precious item. My baby Pikachu, oh my poor baby!
HOW DARE HE!
"It's old! Besides, you've already grown out of it, I see no point in keeping it if you're not using it anymore!" he defended, eyebrows creasing with frustration. I huffed, snuggling with the large plushie.
"No! It's got sentimental value! It stays!" I said, turning my head away from him. Ratchet rolled his eyes again and sighed, massaging his temples.
"If all of these are sentimental and important, you'll never get this done!" he cried out, reaching in to take out something.
"What is this...?" he sighed in exasperation, lifting up my-
OH SHIT! THAT'S MY BRA!
I grabbed the black material and shoved to my side; face red with embarrassment as I swatted his hands.
"Don't go lifting my stuff up, p-pervert!" I sputtered, hitting his hands.
"Ow-Ow! You're the one who asked for help!" he growled. Picking a stray book, he gave me a pissed-off look.
"Seriously? Twilight?" He hissed, tossing them at me.
"Hey, I didn't get them! My aunt got them for me for my birthday, not my fault!" I whined.
"Excuses." He muttered in his breath, but I heard it. He looked around, finding his next target to throw in the bin. Something caught his eyes and he dug right into it, pulling out a long-lost item of mine. His expressions went from dark to straight up black as he demanded answers to the item he was holding.
"(Y/N) (L/N), WHAT IN PRIMUS'S NAME IS THIS!?" He snapped, setting it down. I gave him a shrug, taking my old knitting yarn away.
"Knitting yarn, I liked knitting and learned them. I stopped a few years ago, funny how you managed to find that; I've been looking for that thing for months. Oh well." I giggled, putting it into a box.
Ratchet grabbed my hand, shaking his head in denial as he pointed the kit to the bin. I gasped dramatically, taking the item far away from the angry medic.
"No! I'm not throwing it away!" I said incredulously, offended at how he even brought the topic of throwing the knitting kit away.
"You're. Not. Going. To. Use. It." he seethed, leaning in to take the ball of yarn attached with the knitting sticks. I was much faster and pulled away, letting the old bot fall face first onto the ground.
"I hate you..." he growled, groaning a little as he sat back up. Ratchet was cradling his back, hissing in pain.
"Stop being so moody, Ratchet. We've got work to do."
"YOU'RE NOT DOING IT PROPERLY, YOUNG LADY!"
"You don't get to tell me that. My house; my rules." I smirked, doing a small dance to annoy him further. Ratchet threw his hands up, surrendering.
"That's it, I'm leaving and THAT'S FINAL!" he said furiously, standing up. I was about to stop him when the short-tempered medic kicked onto something.
"I am not- Ack!" he hissed, cradling onto his one foot as he hopped away from the item he had accidentally stubbed on. Looking down, Ratchet picked up an old yellow case.
It was a photo album.
Ratchet's eyes widened at the dusty book and gave me a look disgust.
"You are absolutely horrible with keeping your stuff. Look at this, it's fragging dusty and old!" He muttered bitterly as he sat back down again and opened the book. Pictures of little me littered the pages, making the old medic stop in his tracks. I gave him a weird eye, poking his cheeks to snap him out of his trance.
"Ratchy? Rat? Ratchet?" I nudged him, worried at him being silent. The grumpy guy slowly put the book down and gave me a look.
"Are those...you?" he questioned, pointing a finger at the album. I gave him a sheepish smile, suddenly self-conscious of my old self. Little me was all on pink fairies and ponies. I was all on point with puffy dresses and tiaras. Hell, I even have them limited edition Barbie collections!
They were given away later on and I cried for DAYS.
God, small me would be disappointed to know that old me is now into baggy clothes and pretty much always tired. My sense of fashion dropped mid-way and I'm stuck with monochromatic clothes all day. Meh, at least it's comfy.
"You are...adorable..." the medic blushed, covering his lower face with back of his hands. I giggled, scooting closer to lean on his shoulders.
"Aww, thank you! Yeah, little me love to be all dressed up. Primus, she must be so disappointed in me now..." I sighed, looking down at the photos with melancholy. Past, naïve me wanted to be a fashion designer. She wanted to make the world's prettiest clothes, as she would claim every time.
Now? (Y/N) (L/N) is a nurse in Jasper Hospital, spending her days cleaning various mess and racing with time to save countless patients' lives. Ratchet saw my expression darkened and slowly placed a hand on my shoulders, pulling me in.
"No, I don't think so. In fact, she would be proud... I know that I am..." he muttered the last part softly, face dusted in pink. I gave him a small smile. I was about to turn away when Ratchet grabbed my face and leaned in for a kiss.
"Mhmph!" I was taken in surprise as our lips collided. The hot-tempered Ratchet sighed as he pulled away, blue eyes suddenly turning into a darker shade.
"You are absolutely annoying...but I love you." he groaned helplessly before breaking into a tired smile. I blushed, pecking his cheeks in reply.
"I-I love you too..." I caved in, blushing as I fell into his embrace. The doctor willingly opened his arms, wrapping my small frame with his large hands. Looking at the album, Ratchet gently lifted the book and...
-and he scanned it.
Oh shit.
"RATCHET, NO!" I yelled, getting out of his grip to take away the book. That fragging slagger is going to use it for blackmailing, I just know it!
Ratchet chuckled darkly, slowly minimizing our distance before toppling me over. I landed on my back with a thud, only to look up and see the trigger-happy medic looming over me.
"I needed that, (Y/N)." he said, smirking. I gulped, suddenly feeling too hot. Leaning in, the old medic whispered.
"But I need you more."