• ~ (Y/n)'s Perspective ~ •

I arrived in the living room of my home. Freckles got up and ran over to me. Letting out a laugh, I crouch down and kiss and nuzzle my excited animal. It wasn't long till I heard a knock on the door.

Standing up, I brush myself down and take a deep breath. I was excited to see my friend again and happy that he'd even take the time to see me. It had been a while.

"Ah! There's my girl!" He greeted in a goofy voice. A smile wide on my face as a laugh escaped me quickly after. He hugged me tightly, swinging my torso around, back and forth until I was dizzy with laughter.

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"So what's been going on with you!?~" Franklin slurred, we had been drinking a little— okay, a lot. At first it was just some fun talk with some wine, but one glass turned into two, and two tripled into six.

"I'm just... I'm tired and I'm sad and I'm tripping hearts because there's this guy—~" I tried to slur back, but when a guy is spoken about Franklin is tripping balls to learn more.

"Guy?! Did you say guy?! Bitch! I had been starting to think you're gay because all you talk about is women! Now there's a guy?!" Franklin was practically screaming in my face, making my drunk ass laugh and roll my eyes.

"Oh no man, you wrong, I love me some women but this guy... man this guy is amazing. And I've only known him for like a week!" I whined, throwing my arms up, spilling my wine. "Shit..."

"You can clean it later! Tell me more!"

"Well... he's a friend of June's and he's a doctor and he's adorable. He gets really grumpy and he just has this cute little pout to it... he's an older guy but damn... he looks good. June thinks I should shoot my shot but it's kind of weird..."

"What's weird about it?! I had a one night stand that turned into a week night stand with my now husband!"

"You have luck with guys! The second I spread em, they hit it and quit it! Not to mention I'm emotional as hell... I don't want to put him through that..."

The room fell silent as we both continue to drown ourselves in red wine. Franklin suddenly got up and put his hands out.

"Ok! I know I'm not one for refonsifility~!" I nodded to his words despite his slurred pronunciation. "But we need to stop drinking and go to bed. Am I sleeping on the couch or what's gonna happen bitch?"

"No no, there's a guest room down the hall." I responded getting up and somewhat cleaning up. My influenced mind somehow didn't bring up the fact that Ratchet had been staying in the guest room upstairs. I watched as he wobbled away and smiled.

It was nice to feel so numb and happy. I felt relaxed and excited, not a combination I'd ever thought I'd feel. However, despite my drunk state, the question still stands: do I like Ratchet? Though... perhaps a better question is: do I want Ratchet?

Of course, I'm not in the right state of mind to make that decision, but something was bubbling up inside of me and I knew it would soon explode. When he held me I felt warmth and he was so gentle about it, like he didn't want to hurt me. When he's around me he's so... calm(?), at least he seems that way. Either way, he's just not as grumpy when it's just the two of us.

Not to mention that I could never truly deny that I love the feeling of his eyes— or optics on me. Being the center of his attention sent bliss through my small body in a way I'd never felt before. Then the idea that he would be undressing me with those optics made me shudder. Of course, that was just the alcohol kicking in: it would never truly happen.

For a moment, I indulged in the fantasy world though. Perhaps I liked the idea of his servo cradling me and one of his digits brushing over my body oh so gently. Maybe I even liked the idea of getting eaten out by his— what was it called? Glossa?

I involuntarily hummed as my body heated up on its own account. In this state of mind, I lacked discipline and dignity, but damn did I love it. No shame, just fantasy. A fantasy that I will forever deny when sober, that I will continue to later indulge into in the darkest of nights.

The worst part of it though, was that Ratchet wasn't even there. He wasn't right down the hallway with Freckles cuddled up at the foot of the bed. He wasn't waiting outside for her with it without his holoform. And he sure as hell wasn't beside her, scolding her for drinking so irresponsibly.

The night began to take over, the moon sending a gentle stray beam right in through my window. I lie awake, restless in my fantasy. I knew it would never be fulfilled and it was driving me insane. Not even a substitute had me satisfied in the last hour or so. My eyes were heavy and my breathing was a mess.

I needed some sort of outlet to release at least some of the tension that has been built inside of me. With the alcohol slowly wearing off, my mind began to sober and a frown slowly grew upon my lips. It was time to come to terms with myself, even if I might deny it later.

The glaring blue light of my phone screen illuminated my face and the room around me. My eyes were still heavy and my stomach was tying itself into knots. My thumbs took over and pulled up June's contact.

I stared and slowly typed a confession, perhaps it was a little much, but it would be wonderful to get off my chest. Even if it would eventually be the end of me, my final mistake.

"June. I like Ratchet."

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Ok, definitely the shortest chapter, but it was an add on to the last.

I hope you all enjoyed and more will be coming!

Thank you for reading!