《Transformers one-shots》Tfp ratchetxrogue!cyberwolf~ Need me pt 2
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Rough yet soft servos pinned y/n against the wall as ratchet held a blazing look in his optics
Y/n smirked "did i make you mad doctor?"
"Quiet.." he growled
"Sorry but i wasnt the one who said he needed me.." y/n grinned cockily
Ratchet scowled at the rogue with a glare as y/n just continued to grin
"You know that's not what i meant.." he grumbled, his optics were so bright and filled with emotion. An accomplishment indeed.
Ratchet finally released the cyberwolf making y/n's right audio droop a bit "aww giving up so soon~?"
Ratchet hated the instigation.
But now as Ratchet stared at the unconscious frame that belonged to y/n being dragged in by Optimus and Smokescreen, his optics filled with horror to see the damage the decepticons inflicted.
Y/n was unfortunate enough to have stumbled upon their warship while on patrol about a month ago, they thought it was the last of they heard of the rogue, thinking maybe y/n joined Megatron or just fled since y/n was healed from their run-in with human hunters.
Ratchet immediately got to work fixing a gash that dripped energon in y/n's side.
Ratchet was shaking for once, his servos fiddled with some wires and cables while they shook, he cursed under his breath "Y/n.. why are you doing this to me?" He knew there would be no answer as he stared into those dark offlineds optics. Y/n must have shut down.
He knew why he was shaking, why he was afraid. For once, he actually like someone annoying him, all those 'need me yet?' 'how about now?' 'need me now?' It took its toll and Ratchet actually enjoyed y/n company even if their purpose was to annoy him until he glitched. He had missed y/n. Those annoying jokes and messing with him, he had grown attached.
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So when he saw y/n optics flicker later that night even after everything he had done, y/n was in really rough shape no matter how he looked at it, his optics widened a bit as y/n looked over at him wincing "Ah... hey, doc..."
Ratchet looked at y/n a long hard moment
"Oh right.. you hate 'doc', sorry.." y/n mumbled, head laying back on the berth with a sigh
Ratchet stared watching while y/n had sat up, groaning and holding their helm.
"Looks like i'll be seeing you more, huh, ratch?"
"Yes you will.." he finally mustered before walking closer and crouching "because i realized, i do need you.."
Y/n stared into his optics a moment before smiled, laughing hoarsely "about time you admit it.."
Ratchet reached over cupping y/n's face plate in his servo before leaning in catching y/n's lips. Y/n wrapping an arm around him, attempting to pull him closer but ratchet wouldn't budge in fear of bumping y/n's recovering body.
Y/n wasn't having it and used all might within them, tackling ratchet down to the floor and kissing him harder, tail wrapping around his leg and stroking his thigh.
Ratxhet purred to the action but didn't move, kissing back roughly grasping the back of y/n's helm. He had been waiting for this moment. He needed y/n back in his life no matter how stubborn or tempered or even annoying y/n seemed.. he found love somewhere.
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