Transformers/Undertale Oneshots ?? (Requests OPEN)

Alrighty, let's start filling out some requests, shall we? This person would rather not be mentioned, but this is for them! Enjoy!

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You sighed as you sat on your knees in front of a massive metal shelf cluttered with tools, calibrators, gadgets, datapads, and other random junk that desperately needed organizing.

Lately, you'd been stuck at the base with the grumpy old medic. Not that you minded, out of everyone here, he was your favorite. His constant scowl would sometimes soften around you, especially when you got hurt or asked a question. Those rare moments made your spark flutter, made your cheeks flush, and your whole body buzz with energy in a way nothing else did.

But Primus, he was impossible to read. A war medic with walls built from centuries of trauma and duty, he never let his feelings slip, never gave you even a sliver of something to hold on to. And it drove you crazy. The way he shut down or brushed you off, like what you felt didn't matter, like you didn't matter. You just wanted something, anything, from him, but he kept you locked out like your feelings were just another battlefield he refused to walk into.

You blew a raspberry in pure exasperation, letting your forehead drop against one of the cold shelves with a dull "thunk". Of course, he thought emotions were dangerous, risky, reckless, a threat to the mission, his survival, and everyone else's. That was just how he operated: calculated, controlled, untouchable. And yet, you couldn't stop thinking about him. Couldn't stop feeling. It was maddening.

Why did he have to be so closed off? Why did he make your spark race with the smallest glance or word, only to pull away like none of it meant anything? You hated how much space he took up in your head, how often your thoughts drifted to him without permission, circling the same dead end. What was the point of these feelings if he'd never return them? You didn't even know if he could. And worst of all...

You had no idea that, in ways even he didn't fully understand, you were already breaking through his walls.

Ratchet stood in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, silently watching you. You were... different. An oddity. A femme who stood out without even trying. And that was exactly the problem. You stirred something in him he hadn't felt in his entire existence, a spark-deep pull that left him unsteady, irritated, and completely off-balance.

You were always there. Offering to help, hovering near him like some persistent shadow of warmth. You spoke to him when no one else dared to. And Primus, you stayed behind from the mission, just so he wouldn't be left alone. The thought made him scowl, even as his spark kicked against his chest with that damn traitorous thrum.

He hated it. Hated how his optics lingered on you longer than they should. Hated how his processor faltered mid-task when you were nearby, how your voice echoed in his helm even when you weren't there. You were creeping into places no one had ever touched before, places he didn't even know could be touched.

What in the hell were you doing to him? How had you cracked through his armor without even trying?

With a quiet huff, Ratchet finally pushed himself off the doorway and stepped into the medbay.

You perked up the moment you heard his heavy footsteps, a smile spreading across your face like sunlight breaking through clouds.

"Oh, there you are, Ratchet!" You chirped, sitting up straighter. "I was just organizing this disaster of a shelf for you."

Ratchet glanced at you, optics lingering just a second too long. You looked so at ease in his space, like you belonged there. It gnawed at him. How easily you slipped past his defenses, how you made something inside him twist and stir every time you smiled like that.