#ratchets a secret romantic and gentleman when in tender moments like these

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Can I have a reader that has a crush on Ratchet and is really soft and nice but she thinks he would prefer someone strong and cool likely hr other Autobots so she acts all tough and it doesn’t go well and she ends up embarrassing herself. But he ends up telling her he likes the way she was because she is so caring and happy compared to his usual grumpy self. You don’t have to and sorry if this is too specific or weird. Thank you💕💕 and again you really don’t have to write this

I... Don't understand the concept of a drabble... I feel second hand embarrassment and have went all the way back to 6th grade writing this, thanks. Hope ya like it tho! And feel it too, curse you anon!

Ratchet and Cute! S/O One-Shot

Reader P.O.V.

I was sitting on the couch in the human area, lightly tapping my foot to the beat of Miko's drums. While watching Raf and Bee play against each other in some racing game, occasionally casting glances towards Ratchet's work station for the red and white bot. He's so focused on work that I'm sure he wouldn't notice, the other's I'm not so sure.

I've been trying to distract myself but can't, wondering if I should confess my feelings. But then I'm filled with doubt, an awful pit in my stomach just thinking about it. He'd prefer someone strong and able to take care of themselves if they ever got into trouble... Someone much cooler and forward than I am... Something much closer to home. And his distaste for humans makes it clear, he'd rather pursue an autobot.

I can't help but think about what could happen though, he's always much sweeter around me and towards me. He at least prefers my company and doesn't mind me around. I've got an idea...

...

Okay, okay... I got this. I was wearing a bomber jacket, some skinny jeans, and a flat brim ball cap. The clothes is what I thought would come of as cool and collected. So first step, wear something that makes you feel confident... Check? I'm scared out of my wits and feel uncomfortable. I wish I could go back inside and change, but Bee was already picking me up from my house. I walked to the yellow muscle car parked along the sidewalk. He made a couple beeps once I was close enough. Raf spoke out the rolled down window.

"He said he liked what you are wearing. What's the occasion?"

"Thanks," I said, sitting in the back seat with my bag propped against my leg in the floorboard. "And it's nothing special just felt like it." But oh it was for someone special. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I couldn't back out now, not when I've never been this close before.

...

The base door slides open, Bee pulling up inside. He then parked and waited for us to get out before transforming, both him and Raf walking off to the human area. I look to my right and see Ratchet's red and white exterior, turned away from me, working on whatever he can occupy himself with. Which was a lot with this war happening.

I sighed, he was busy and probably wouldn't want to be interrupted. And so I waited with the other's, watching tv...

And waited.

And waited..

He's yawning, but went back to work.

So I waited...

...

He never stops working-!

Wait, he's walking away! Now's my chance!

"Oh uh hey! Ratchet!"

He turned, noticing me at the bottom of the stairs. A single optic ridge raised, waiting for me to continue once I stopped staring.

"Uh can we talk?"

"Yes, follow me."

He voice without thought. Weird... But I trekked after him anyway, back to his med bay he had installed since both the bots and Raf getting hurt. It'd be more private, just the two of us... Don't think about that. But it was too late, I was already flushed from my face to my ears.

Luckily, when we entered the med bay Ratchet had his back turned to me, looking at his medical counter for something. I was rooted in my spot, scratch my arm and staring off awkwardly. I got to focus if I'm going to get anywhere!

I stood up tall, took a deep breath and readied myself for what I was about to do.

"So what's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"I'm assuming it's a medical issue? I don't have the knowledge of human anatomy to help, but we have nurse June and I can give you general advice."

Oh... oh. That's what he thought. But now's my chance.

"Now, I'm going to write down your symptoms-"

"Well I have sweaty palms and a flushed face, I think I got them from you."

He looked taken aback before his face contorted into confusion.

"Cybertronians don't get sick like regular humans and can't pass sickness' on to organics. I'm also not sick!"

"Should I take your temperature? Y-you're looking hot today!"

"I'm not sick!"

"Wanna go study some anatomy?"

"No, but I should study psychology in order to figure out what's going on in your head!"

"I-.. I..." I had nothing, any other pick up line I googled beforehand flew out one ear. That's it, I'm busted. I hoped this would've went more smoothly, and that Ratchet was holding me in his servos but I've made myself a complete fool.

"Now, what's going on!?" He was leaning to the side with his servos on his hips. He had both optic ridges furrowed, looking confused but demanding an answer.

"I... I just..." I sighed, and took a deep breath. "I really like you, a lot. I thought I could tell you some pick up lines to get you to realize that... But I probably should've saved myself the embarrassment-"

And he laughed, wholeheartedly laughed. A servo on where his stomach would be and his head tilted back, mouth wide open. I would've been staring in admiration if he wasn't laughing mockingly. Tears welled up in my eyes. I made a move towards the door, knowing he doesn't want me here-

"Yes, you should've saved yourself the embarrassment. Because I favor you too."

I quickly snapped in his direction, my eyes wide and staring on his face for any hint of a joke. He was just staring with a soft smile, his posture lax. He put the clipboard on the counter, not once taking his optics of me, and kneel before me.

"I really favor you, as you'd put it."

My face felt flushed, traveling up to my ears and down my neck... again. I felt like I was getting light-headed, or dreaming. But I didn't want to pinch myself and wake up just yet.

"Really?"

"Really."

I couldn't think of what to do or say, so I reach up and wrapped my arms around his neck cables. Burying my burning face into the side of his neck.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you-!"

"O-okay, that's enough."

He didn't push me away though, instead wrapping his own arms around my small form. I started nuzzling my face into the side of his neck, feeling heat start radiating off his body. This was a dream come true!

"Okay, s-stop that." A chill went up his spine, gently shaking me. I giggled and finally let go, he still had his arms around me. I leaned back to look at his face, his regularly red helm was covered in blue and optics softly gazing back into my eyes. I wished this moment could last forever. That was, before he broke the silence and whispered.

"Is that why you wore.. that?"

I felt my face blush for the umpteenth time, he's really going to start thinking I'm running a fever now.

"You noticed?"

"I never fail to. Or the rather confident strut you performed today..."

He had a teasing smirk, something I'd have never seen nor expected from the bot I'm deeply in love with already. I sighed, thinking back to all the buildup of the last week or so. Especially yesterday and today.

"I.. thought that you'd like someone more confident and brave and... cooler than me. Someone more, well..." I cast my gaze down when he raised an optic ridge at me. "More.. bot like."

"I like the way you act, I like who you are." He said, tenderness in his voice and an emphasis on the word you. "You're so caring for others and such a light in this darkened base, in this war altogether. If a light was to go out, we'd have you around to shine for us."

Halfway through I was already blushing again and decided to just nuzzle my head into his neck again. He brought a servo up to cradle my head.

"Thank you."

I cried then, letting the tears flow freely down. Racing each other down his cables, giving him more chills.

"I hope you never feel that way again. I won't let you feel that way again."

With the determination in his voice, I believed him. Wholeheartedly.