Transformers x reader (FINISHED)

Wreckers (Wheeljack x Wrecker! Reader)

"Ratchet! (Y/n) needs help now!!!" 

Bulkhead and Wheeljack burst into base screaming fro help. I am in Wheeljack's arms, on the brink of offlining. We had encountered a predacon and I was brutally attacked. As a result,  I have a giant hole that takes up most of my side. 

"Jackie, it hurts." I whine. 

"I know, I know. The doc is gonna fix you up."

I clutch to his chassis and whine in pain more. He is covered in my energon and it is leaving a trail behind. I close my eyes and wish for the pain to go away. We enter the medical wing and Ratchet is at our side in an instant. He helps Wheeljack place me on the examination table. I groan in response to the movement. 

"(Y/n), this is going to hurt. I have to clean the wound and start to replace your side. Stay as still as possible."

I lay there as Ratchet cleans the energon around the wound. I start to feel dizzy and black spots cloud my vision. Wheeljack notices the change in my face and comes to my side.

"(Y/n)"

I don't respond because my breathing becomes hitched and I am struggling to breathe.

"Doc, something is wrong."

Ratchet picks his helm up and sees my face. He then suddenly grabs and device and scans my side. His face freezes and he starts rushing around, grabbing tools and materials. 

"Doc, what's wrong?"

Wheeljack asks urgently.

"She has lost to much energon. I need to start the procedure now or she may not make it."

Jackie's eyes widen and he looks down at me. I look up at him with pain filled optics. He looks back to Ratchet who speaks.

"I'm going to put her under."

Wheeljack nods and bends down and whispers in my ear. 

"I'm going to be here the whole time, don't worry. The doc is gonna fix you up and you'll be back to normal. I'll see you when you wake up doll."

He smiles and kisses my forehelm as my world goes black.

~After the surgery~

I hear the sound of beeping machines and quiet footsteps pacing around. I open my heavy optics at turn my helm to look at the monitor with my spark rate. I try and move but my limbs are so sore that I can't move.

 I groan in frustration, this catches the attention of the bot in the room.

"SOMEONE GO GET JACKIE!!!!" I yell as loud as I can.

Turns out, he was the bot in the room. He races over to my side.

"Your awake."

"And I feel like scrap."

He chuckles.

"I can only imagine."

I try to look down at my side but I can't. I look to Wheeljack for help.

"Can you help me sit up Jackie?"

"Of course doll."

He puts his servos under my upper back and slowly sits me up. I hold his shoulders for support. He sits down next to me while holding me close making sure I don't fall. I look down at my waist to see stitches lined along all of my cuts.

"I look horrible."

I can't pry my eyes away from my waist. 

"Really? Because I think you look beautiful."

I look up into his brilliant blue optics. He has a soft smile across his stunning features. 

"You don't look to bad yourself." I resort back.

His open servo cups my faceplate and pulls me closer. I can feel his wreaker breath across my faceplate. Our lips meet together slowly in a spark felt kiss. 

The machine that is tracking my spark rate beeps faster. This startles us and we pull away to see my spark rate rising quickly.

"I think you liked that."

He looks down smiling at me. I laugh to try to hide the blush forming across my faceplate. 

"Maybe just a little."

Our lips meet again in a slow and beautiful rhythm. He servos travel down my waist gently and he pulls me closer.

"There ya go Jackie!!!"

Wheeljack and I whip our heads to the doorway to see Bulkhead grinning auto receptor to auto receptor.

"BULKHEAD!!!!"