Transformers Prime Imagines

I Needed That! (Ratchet X Human! Reader)

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.