Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Rachet x Ironhide (Bayverse)

Requested by Emo_girl3365

This one got jacked up and it cut the story out so I had to redo it so sorry!
TW! Self harm!
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Another nightmare
Another panic attack
Another sleepless night by himself

Ironhide hated this, he hated when he saw his comrades die, he hated getting flashbacks of war, and most of all, he hated worrying his mate Ratchet. He sat in his single berthroom since he had begged Ratchet to not share with him because he knew exactly what would happen when his mate saw him like this, a lecture about mental health. He sobbed into his pillow, he truly hated being this weak but he was alone, it won't hurt right? He had it, grabbing the sharp blade he kept by his berth he clicked his arm our off his arms and sliced. Energon dripping down onto the berth but he didn't even feel it, cutting deeper until he felt it he froze when he heard pede steps. Quickly hiding the blade he cursed as he started to bandage his protoform and clean the berth when he heard a knock on the door, finishing up he hurriedly pretended to be in recharge when the door slid open to reveal none other than his mate, Ratchet. Ratchet didn't buy it and quickly saw the energon soaked rags and his optics narrowed, walking over he picked Ironhide up and silently clicked off his arm armor, scowling.
   "Really hide'? This again? Come on I thought we were passed this sweetspark." Ratchet huffed, grabbing Ironhide faceplates to face him. Ironhide couldn't help but cry, he buried his faceplates into the warm chassis of Ratchet as the memories of the first time he was discovered like this flooded his processor. Ratchet hummed gently, slowly rocking and rubbing the mechs backstruts as he stayed and let Ironhide cry until he finally calmed down. Ironhide knew he couldn't go back into recharge and so he mumbled against Ratchets chest plate and shifted his thighs against Ratchet.
*to lazy for smut sorry*
Ironhide panted heavily as he fluffed out his plating, Ratchet putting Ironhides stabilizer down as he crawled up and laid by his new mate. "I assume you want to recharge now?" Ratchet purred as he nuzzled Ironhides cheekplate, the mech nodded and was already half in recharge before he purred feeling two servos gently rubbing his back. Ratchet hummed in response and before he knew it Ironhide was in recharge and Ratchet followed soon after.

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Sorry my motivation is like non existent and I'll probably rework this later
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