Transformers/Undertale Oneshots ?? (Requests OPEN)

Ratchet x Autobot Reader (LEMON?)

He cleared his throat and brushed it off, shoving the thoughts down as he moved to his desk.

"Are you really that bored, (Y/N)?" He grumbled, typing into the console with more force than necessary. "With all that energy, you should be out on that scouting mission with Optimus and the others." His optics stayed glued to the screen, unwilling to meet your gaze.

He knew if he looked at you again, he might not be able to look away, and that scared him in such a way that it made him angry. 

You shrugged, setting a neatly stacked pile of datapads onto the shelf before reaching up to tug down a bundle of mismatched wires. Thick, thin, twisted, each one more chaotic than the last. You dropped them onto the floor beside you with a soft clatter and sighed dramatically.

"Oh come on," You said, giving him a playful glance over your shoulder. "You know no one else would willingly stay behind just to clean this disaster zone." You grinned as you grabbed a particularly stubborn wire tangled behind a rusted panel. "Lucky for you, I actually like organizing."

Ratchet muttered something under his breath from the desk but didn't look up.

You rolled your eyes, still struggling with the wire. "Because this place..." you tugged harder, "...really..." another yank, "...needed a cleaning day." You let out a grunt as the wire finally came loose with a sharp snap, and you lost balance as you fell on the hard ground. 

You let out a startled yelp as your legs kicked up from under you, slamming into the shelf with an unfortunate "clang". The whole structure gave a sickening creak, wobbling ominously before tilting forward.

"Oh, frag..."You muttered, scrambling to push yourself upright, but your limbs didn't move fast enough.

Ratchet's optics widened the moment he saw the shelf shift. Panic shot through his systems like a surge of electricity.

"Watch out!" He barked, already moving.

In a flash, his servo closed around your wrist and yanked you out of the way just as the metal shelf came crashing down with a deafening "CRASH". Dust exploded into the air, and all your careful organization went scattering across the floor like confetti in a warzone.

The room went still for a heartbeat, heavy with silence and kicked-up debris. You blinked, trying to process what had just happened, your chest heaving slightly, your heart racing. 

You glanced at Ratchet as he stared silently at the mess, his servos clenched tightly at his sides. He inhaled through his vents, slow and controlled, trying to keep his composure.

"Are you hurt?" He asked through gritted teeth, optics shuttering closed for a brief moment.

You swallowed and slowly got to your feet, brushing dust off yourself. "I'm fine," you said, your voice light despite the chaos. "Welp, guess I finally have a real reason to hang around you longer." You let out a small chuckle as you bent down to start gathering the scattered tools.

Ratchet growled low in his throat. "Do you really think this is funny?" His voice was rough, simmering just beneath the surface.

You blinked, a little caught off guard, then looked up at him. "Well... maybe a little bit," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "I don't mind reorganizing."

That smile, that damn smile. It threw him off every time. And right now, it made something inside him twist in frustration all over again. You weren't even doing anything, just being you, and that's what drove him mad. The way you smiled like nothing had happened. Like you hadn't just nearly been crushed. Like he wasn't on the verge of snapping.