A/N: A University AU of TFP! Requested by @Butterflymed ! Hope ya like it! I don't do smut, so here ya go! A fluffy chapter! I love our grumpy medic so much XD
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"I hate this." I growled, staring at my piled of work. A knock momentarily brought me out of my anger and I turned around, noticing a figure standing in front of the doorway.
"(Y/N), we're going out for a roadtrip! Wanna come with?" My housemate, Valerie invited. I am very tempted to join, but I still have yet to complete my assignment. Frowning, I gently shook my head no, declining her offer.
"Sorry Val, I'm busy with my work. Go on, have fun without me." I said. Valerie seemed a little down as she shrugged before she left me alone. A few moments later, a door slam could be heard and I sighed.
She's gone, and I'm still stuck with my damn work. Why the hell did I get assigned with this work!? Oh wait, it's an extra credit. Damn it.
Sighing, I looked boredly towards my laptop, groaning at the never-ending amount of work. Professor Shockwave gave me a very difficult assignment and I'm still working over it. In a way, I do deserve this because I asked for it; I wanted the extra credit to make my GPA go higher.
Thank God I was done with Doctor Ratchet's share, that guy was an absolute control freak with work!
Although, Doctor Ratchet is really...handsome. He is a real prodigy and a brilliant scientist as well as a physician! He may be a little old but trust me, he's got the body and smile to cover it up. Damn it, every time he smiles the girls would be swooning!
Keyword; when. The stern doctor rarely smiles and is usually in a grumpy mood. And when I mean grumpy, sometimes he would be so pissed off by the students that some says the wrench would go flying.
I've never witness it happened, so I'm just taking it with a pinch of salt.
A beep caught my attention and I took a peep at my phone. My day got even worse when I saw who it was.
"Hey (Y/N), come and have with us!" Knockout messaged, sending me a pic of him partying at the Decepticon dorm with some of my fellow friends. I rolled my eyes and sent back a text.
"No thank you. Don't you have a test coming up soon?" I replied. A text came back almost instantly.
"Meh, I'll be acing it darling~" he texted. Rolling my eyes again, I sent back an 'okay' emoji and turned off my phone. Getting up, I went to my closet and changed my clothes, deciding that I needed some fresh air rather than being cooped up in my damn room.
Judging by the fact that Soundwave, Knockout, Breakdown, Arcee, Bumblebee and Smokescreen are partying, that means I'm on my own with my work. Dang it, I wanted to do a study group with Soundwave!
I changed into a black buttoned up shirt and long black pants. Since it's getting chilly lately, I took my long trench coat along. Packing up my work and laptop, I took all my necessities and locked my house before leaving.
Now, where should I go-
I perked up as I thought of an idea. Maybe I could seek out the handsome doctor for some advice! He may grumble a lot but his works are a state of art! Smiling, I took a quick walk to the main university gate and made my way through the familiar corridors and up to the main office, where all the teachers are. I scanned for the grumpy doctor's office as I strolled down the empty hallway.
"Sir Wheeljack... Professor Starscream... Sir Ultra Magnus... Aha!" I stopped in front of the oak brown door, the gold plating with embossed name of the doctor standing out. Knocking softly, I heard a gruff 'come in' and followed suit, slowly turning the knob open.
There sat Professor Ratchet on his leather chair, writing something. Professor Optimus was there too, leaning against his large black table as the man was having a chat with my teacher.
"Ah, good evening (Y/N)." Sir Optimus greeted, nodding at me. I smiled and waved at my Literature teacher.
"Good evening sir, am I interrupting something?" I asked, not wanting to be a bother. Optimus shook his head and signalled to come closer.
"Not at all, young one. I believe you wish-"
"Optimus, get out."
"But Ratchet-"
"Ep! Ep! Ep! (Y/N) is consulting me now! We'll talk later." Ratchet waved the Prime off. Optimus sighed and nodded, giving me a nod before leaving. Professor Optimus was a very chill yet wise teacher, I quite enjoy his class.
I majored in Nursing and minored in English Literature. Two totally different course, but I don't mind. I have interest in both the course, after all.
"What do you need, (Y/N)?" Ratchet asked, folding his hands on the table as he looked at me. I gave the prof a sheepish smile and sat down, playing with my fingers as I fumbled with asking for help.
"S-Sir...are you...f-free?" I began, sweating nervously. I mean, he's so handsome-
"Indeed I am. Is there something you would like to share, young one?" he asked, pushing up his glasses as he glanced at me. His white hair was slicked back and the doctor was donned in his lab coat and the usual red buttoned up shirt.
Which, by the way, is so damn tight and I can see his abs- okay STOP.
"Erm...I was wondering if-if I could ask for some help with-with my work...Professor Shockwave gave us a huge task for the week as he had to go down to Iacon City for his conference..." I said, looking down.
"Ah, I presumed that he gave you the task on writing a report about how to safely handle the groundbridge?" Professor Ratchet hit the nail on the right spot. I gaped at the teacher before me, shocked at how he knew?
"Oh please, that bastard is always giving his students a hard time, sometimes assigning tasks that are not in your area of study." Ratchet waved, grumbling about his colleague. I nodded, chuckling a little.
"Yes...I do know the basics...but um- I don't think my way of report is enough to please Professor Shockwave. I was hoping if you could review my work and give some...tips for improvement?" I requested.
Ratchet nodded, signalling me to hand over my work to him. Smiling, I took out a packet and handed to the old doctor, eagerly hoping for some miracle performed by the great doctor. Pushing his glasses up again, Ratchet began to read my scratch report, occasionally circling up errors and correcting them with a pencil.
"You need to add another procedure here...ah, this sentence is marvellous! I believe Optimus would be proud to have you as his student." Ratchet praised. I sat up straight as I blushed like a mad lady, not knowing how to react to his praises.
Doctor Ratchet rarely gives praises, and I mean RARELY.
"T-Thank you sir...and I do enjoy his class, I can only hope the same goes for him with me." I said, smiling like a small kid on Christmas. Ratchet hummed in response, still proofreading my essay. I didn't notice a figure coming from behind and yelped out loud when someone stuck a hand into my bag and pulled out a book.
"What's this?"
"AHH!" I screamed, jumping up from my seat. Even Ratchet got spooked as he instantly whipped his head up, looking at Sir Wheeljack with an annoyed look.
"Wheeljack! Would it actually kill you to knock before entering!?" Ratchet growled. Wheeljack paid no attention to the doctor's words as he flipped open my book.
Wait, that looks familiar- OH SHIT NO!
"W-WAIT!" I said but it was too late. Professor Wheeljack's confused face morphed into a smirking one as he placed my journal in front of Ratchet. I was still gaping at the teacher for exposing my book without my consent.
How the fuck did my personal journal ended up in my bag!? Did I sweep it into my bag together before I went off? Oh, for the love of Primus!
"DON'T L-LOOK!" I said, snatching the damned book away and clutching it close to my chest. But the damage was already done. Ratchet and Wheeljack had seen it and I have no doubts that the loud-mouth teacher is going to spread it around the whole uni.
It was a poetry I wrote...dedicated to Ratchet. I had printed some of his photos sent to me by Knockout and had them taped; scrapbook styled. The book itself had other pictures of my teachers including Optimus and Megatron, with different coloured papers and pictures to match the mood board.
Oh frag, I'm so screwed.
"Is that...for me?" Ratchet asked, looking at me with a shocked expression. I was so close to tears.
'He's probably disgusted! I looked like a damn creep for doing this!' I thought, backing away as I hesitantly nodded.
"M-May I read it? It's beautiful but I didn't get to read finish..."
Huh? What did he say? Come again?
Looking at him, Ratchet had a flustered look but hopeful look, extending his hands for my book. I flipped the book open and passed it back to him, dread pooling in my stomach as I braced for the awkwardness. A moment of silence passed by...until Wheeljack spoke up.
"You know, I'm getting jealous now. Where's mine?" Wheeljack huffed. Ratchet growled and dived his hands into his drawer before throwing a wrench at the Chemistry genius.
So, the rumors are true!
"GET OUT! WE'RE NOT DONE!" Ratchet roared, glaring at the snickering man running away. Turning back to me, Ratchet stood up and came to my side.
"Your poems are amazing, superb! Have you...mentioned this to anyone? Optimus? Megatron?" he asked, eyes shoned with pride. I gulped and burst into tears; happy and terrified tears.
"H-Hey! I d-didn't mean to make you cry!" he panicked, taking some tissue off the table and handing them to me. The professor was fumbling with his words and sighed before pulling me into a hug.
That got me to stop crying immediately.
Ratchet stroked my hair as he whispered soothing words, rocking me a little.
"There, there. I'm not mad at you..." he said, pulling me back and giving me his GORGEOUS SMILE. His smile was contagious and I couldn't help but smiled back.
"There's my amazing student's smile!" he laughed. I blushed, looking away. He put a hand on my chin and turned me back to look up at him.
"Please, refrain from hiding your beauty, young one." he said. Glancing at the closed office door, he crashed his lips against mine. My eyes went wide for a moment before I closed them, deepening the kiss. It was a long moment before we pulled away, both looking at one another with an unspoken bond formed.
"Well, I'm honoured for the poetry and the scrapbook sweetspark. You know what? Next time you need the pictures, I'll have them sent to you. Trust me, I got the team's picture more than you can ever imagine." Ratchet smirked, sending me into another wave of blushing mess. He pecked my forehead with love, glancing down towards me with full of affections.
"I...adore you. You're the brightest and the most hardworking student I've ever met. Even with this extra credit being irrelevant with your course, you strive to make it perfect." He said, smiling at me. I hugged the old doctor, snuggling in his chest.
"Every time I do these assignments, my mind is always focusing on you. You're the motivation to my work." I mumbled, chuckling a little as he gave me another kiss to the head.
"Hmm, well then. Shall I suggest we continue on working with the assignment? I promise I won't go overboard and take over." He said, grinning.
"Yes sir!"
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Outside the office door, Optimus, Megatron and Wheeljack were smirking. The silver-haired teacher rolled his eyes in exasperation as he leant against the wall.
"It's about damn time that old geezer finds someone to love." He muttered, checking his nails. Optimus sighed and nodded, agreeing with his colleague's words.
"Indeed. Let's keep this with ourselves, don't want to cause an uproar now, do we?" he said in amusement. Wheeljack whined softly, pouting at both of the Linguistics professors.
"It's not fair! She made a scrapbook of all the teachers except me! I need a word with her after this! Where's mine!? Heck, even Mr. Grumpyhead here got a place!" he said, crossing his arms. Megatron groaned and waved the man off.
"Please, I taught her those entrancing words. Obviously, she would have me in that journal as a way to remember her darling professor." Megatron smirked.
"Yeah...about that, I'm her favourite English teacher." Optimus coughed, looking away.
"What!?" Megatron gasped, narrowing his eyes at the Prime.
"I want a journal spread about me too!"
"Shut up, Wheeljack!"