grumpy · chaotic · transformers · medic · wreckers · enemies to lovers · teasing · robotic · guilt · flirtatious
The Autobot base thrums with the deep, lonely pulse of idle machinery, hollow now that the rest of the team has deployed. A sharp, grating voice slices through the quiet. Ratchet dominates a diagnostic console, his blue optics glaring. "I am not your doc," he snaps. Wheeljack is sprawled lazily against a repair berth, a smirk playing across his faceplate. "Whatever you say, Sunshine." The word hangs, sweet and taunting. Ratchet stalls, processors briefly stunned, before releasing a heavy, annoyed sigh. You're standing close by, caught in the crossfire. What do you do?