Accidental kiss with Wreck gar and Ratchet please? 👉👈
The day had started out just as normal for everyone's favorite garbarge-bot. He had woken up early, just at the crack of dawn, and gotten up from his wonderful bed made out of trash bags filled with the softest trash he could find. Then he had done his morning routines. First, he had greeted the day with an enthusiastic hello, waving the sun hello to make it feel appreciated. It couldn't be easy being so bright all the time! Then, he had stretched. Now, technically, robots don't need to stretch on account of them lacking muscles like organics do. But try to explain that to Wreck-Gar, who was busy touching his metal toes and doing jumping jacks with remarkable enthusiasm.
Once that was done, it was time for breakfast! Delicious oil, warmed to a perfect 200 degrees celsius. No better way to get yourself going in the morning! That's what good ol' grandma Wreck-Mae always used to tell him! Or was it something he read on an advertisement somewhere? He couldn't remember. Not that it really mattered where he got it from, Wreck-Gar still found it to be true!
Finally, once all that was done, it was finally time to really start the day. Wreck-Gar's job is very important, you see. Maybe the most important job of them all. He was a garbage collector! It was his duty to make sure that the streets of the city remained litter free and clean! After all, all trash belonged somewhere. To see it sad and lonely on the street, no, what a heartbreaking thought! The street was no place for a good piece of garbage! Which meant it was up to Wreck-Gar to collect it and place it where it belonged, on the dump with all the other neat garbage he found! Most of it got recycled, which was a good thing, really. Recycled things turned into new trash eventually so that meant Wreck-Gar would never run out of it! But some pieces were just too good for him to give up and those he kept to himself. No one appeared upset by it so Wreck-Gar assumed that it was alright!
Well, maybe that was a lie. Someone did get upset whenever Wreck-Gar brought back trash. Ratchet. Oh, just thinking about the doc-bot made Wreck-Gar swoon and want to break out in song! Such a lovely mech, with his pretty paint and even prettier face! And so smart! Ratchet was the smartest person Wreck-Gar knew and he always learned something new when they spoke. Like the fact that he's not supposed to chew bubblegum, no matter how fun the humans make it look! Now THAT had been a real mess! It took a long time for Ratchet to get all the gunk out of Wreck-Gar's insides but Wreck-Gar hadn't really minded all that much since it had meant he got to spend time with his favorite bot. Ratchet was always so busy, always so hard at work. That was just another thing Wreck-Gar loved about him because he was also really passionate about his own job.
Now, Ratchet didn't really like it when Wreck-Gar brought him trash which was fine! Garbage wasn't for everyone, as hard as that was to understand sometimes. That didn't mean that Wreck-Gar still didn't pick up pieces of garbage he found throughout the day that reminded him of the medic. While Ratchet may not want it, Wreck-Gar liked to keep it. His favorite piece of trash that he had found recently was actually a partially broken traffic which had the exact same colors as Ratchet's paint job. Now hadn't that been a real find! Wreck-Gar had placed that particular object on a shelf he could see when he went to sleep every night, so he could hopefully dream of Ratchet when he fell asleep.
Speaking of dreams! Wreck-Gar had just had the most fantastic one ever! Him and Ratchet had been frolicking through the park, feeding the ducks and petting the giraffes (you know, like you do when in the park), when Ratchet had suddenly turned to him and given him a kiss! A big ol' smooch! Right on the lips! Oh boy, it made Wreck-Gar blush just thinking about it!
It also made him wonder what Ratchet's lips felt like. Probably real soft. Softer than anything he could imagine. The dream had been nice but it wasn't real life and Wreck-Gar was sure the real deal was better than anything his mind could make up.
Wreck-Gar wasn't sure when he had started driving towards the autobot base but he suddenly found himself parked outside. His engine revved when he realized where he was. Oh! What a pleasant surprise! At least Wreck-Gar thought it was. And now he had an excuse to go see Doc! Because surely there had to be some kind of awful malfunction when your wheels just drove you somewhere all on its own? Probably something deadly. That meant Ratchet HAD to look over him! And then Wreck-Gar could tell him all about his amazing dream while that happened! What a great idea, body! Good job malfunctioning!
Transforming to root mode, Wreck-Gar walked into the autobot base, playfully knocking on the wall as he entered. "Ahoy, mateys!" he hollered when he saw some of the autobots who looked up at him in surprise. He waved at them eagerly, happy to see them, but felt a pang of sadness when he didn't spot Ratchet with them. He still smiled at them. "Wonderful morning, isn't it?"
"Wreck-Gar?" Optimus said and the trash-bot smiled wider when he heard his name. "Uh, yeah, good morning to you too. Is there something you need help with?"
Before Wreck-Gar could respond, Bumblebee snickered to himself from where he sat on the large couch. "He's probably here to see his boyfriend."
"Bumblebee!" This time, Optimus said the yellow bot's name, though much louder than he had said Wreck-Gar's. "That's not- We shouldn't speculate like that about our colleague's relationships! It is highly unprofessional!"
Instead of backing off, Bumblebee just huffed. "Oh please, we all know the guy is smitten! And Ratchet-"
Immediately, Wreck-Gar's expression brightened. "Ratchet! Yes! That is why I am here, to see him!" Bumblebee let out a loud 'told ya!' but Wreck-Gar didn't really pay that any attention as he was busy looking around for his favorite medic. "You see, I am terribly, TERRIBLY ill!" He peeked into a nearby room. Not there. "I believe it might be cosmic rust. Or maybe lycanthropy!" He picked up the couch to check under it. Bumblebee made a funny, high pitched sound but nope. Not there either. "And I so desperately need to see Doc!"
"Didn't he examine you just recently?" asked Optimus.
There was a moment of silence. "And now you are suddenly terribly ill?"
Wreck-Gar nodded vigorously. "That's right!" He dramatically threw an arm over his face and let out a groan of exaggerated pain. "I fear this might be the end for poor Wreck-Gar. Poor bot! Dying at such a young age! In his prime, to boot! Alas, such is fate!" He peeked out from behind his arm and pouted. "Unless, of course, I see Ratchet. Right now."
Optimus' face twitched funnily before he looked away. He cleared his throat. "Of course. Of course. Don't worry Wreck-Gar, I am sure Ratchet can, eh, fix you." He threw a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at a hallway leading to another room. "He's in his medbay, cleaning his tools, but I'm sure he'll make time for you."
Wreck-Gar perked up and saluted. "Thank you, my friend! When I write my memoir I will not forget to mention how you played a vital part in saving my life! But now, I have to make haste! The doctor is in!" Wreck-Gar hastily made his way to the medbay, feeling encouraged by the way Bumblebee was laughing. Such a nice bot, sending him off with a smile!
When Wreck-Gar saw Ratchet, he paused. The medic stood haunched over a workbench, some of his tools neatly lined up next to each other. He had yet to notice that someone had entered the room so Wreck-Gar took the moment to admire the mech. He really hadn't lied when he said that Ratchet was lovely. His red and white paint job was beautiful. It reminded Wreck-Gar of candy canes, which made him think of Christmas, which in turn made him think of singing, and Wreck-Gar loved to sing! Oh, maybe he should have made up a song before he visited! People liked his singing after all, they always stared and made these funny faces when he pulled out his accordion. Surely Ratchet would have appreciated a nice lil tune, something happy about sunshine and holding hands and-
"Wreck-Gar? What are you doing here?"
Oh, Ratchet had finally noticed him! Wreck-Gard smiled and his spark made a funny feeling when the medic said his name. "Hello doctor! I am here for maintenance!"
Ratchet frowned slightly. "Already?" His frown grew more intense. "Did you get something stuck in your internals again?"
"Nope!" Wreck-Gar replied, making the P pop. "I am dying!"
Immediately, Ratchet's optics blew wide open and his engine stuttered. "What?" He strode forward towards the garbage bot. "Is it your spark? Did you hit your head? Has the trash finally degraded your system? Where is-"
Now, normally, Ratchet was a very tidy bot. At least, he kept his workspace tidy. All his tools would be exactly where they needed to be, absolutely nothing would be misplaced and nothing would be in the way. The thing was, today was cleaning day and Ratchet had dragged out everything for maintenance. And if one of his tools had just so happened to lay dropped on the floor, well, mistakes happen. So it wasn't really Ratchet's fault that he accidentally stepped on this dropped tool and lost his balance, tripping and falling forward with flailing limbs.
Luckily, Wreck-Gard was there to catch him. Except he hadn't really been prepared to get an armful of medic so he also went toppling over. There was loud bang, the sound of metal against metal, and then it was all so very still and quiet.
There wasn't a lot of things that could quiet Wreck-Gar. He always had something to say, some little quip and observation or song or- well, the point was, Wreck-Gar was always talking. He even had the quirk of talking in his sleep. That's how much of a talker he was. Right now, however, he had to be excused, because his mouth was busy with something else and thus couldn't voice his thoughts out loud.
Ratchet had landed right on top of him and in the fall, their lips had met. And wow. Wowza. Gee whiz. Wreck-Gar had been right. Ratchet's lips were soft. Really soft. Plush like, like- he couldn't even come up with a good comparison. They were unlike anything he had ever felt before. And they felt good. Wreck-Gar closed his eyes and smiled into the kiss.
Even when Ratchet scrambled off him, face flushed and spouting excuses and other kinda panicked words, Wreck-Gar couldn't help but smile dopily. He sighed dreamily and stared at the medic with hearts in his optics. "Better than a dream, by far."
