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G1 Ironhide x reader

Your POV
I was just training as always. It was a good pass time for stuff like this. Also, Optimus advised me to do so. He didn't think I was bad on the field, no he made that clear that I was one of his top warriors along with Jazz, Hound, Prowl and my huge crush, Ironhide. That was one reason why I trained so hard and worked my way to the top. So that me and Ironhide could talk about the hard parts of war. Anyway, I had just beat the shit out of a punching bag and shot some targets from far away earning many bullseyes when Ironhide walked in. "Woah there, champ. Slow down will ya?" He laughed. I chuckled and went back to sprinting past the targets and shooting them. I was so caught up in training that I failed to see one of them hit a metal bar and hit me right in the leg. Once I was done, I front flipped and landed on the ground. I drew in a sharp breath and collapsed. "(Y/n)?!" Ironhide called out and bent down quickly. I looked back at my leg to see it bleeding badly. "Agh...call...Ratchet..." I could barely hold myself up, but I put my arm on the ground to hold my upper body up. "Ratchet!! Its (Y/n)!" Thats the last I heard of Ironhide before I passed out.

I woke up in the sick-bay, and looked around. I tried getting up, but was pushed back down. "No, (Y/n)." Ironhide said softly. "This is the fifth time this week that you've been in sick-bay this week...maybe you should stay at base for a while-" "No!" I cried out. "I-I mean..I'm okay. I can handle this." I turned away. "(Y/n)..have I done something wrong?" He asked. I turned back to him. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I always see you joking around with everyone, even Prime. But when I'm around, you don't talk much. You don't even look at me much. Do...do you hate me?" He asked. "Wh-what?! No! Ironhide, I love you. Why do you think I train and fight so hard and so often? I worked so hard to get to the top of Optimus' warrior list..with you. I don't look at you much because I've memorized every detail on your faceplate a dozen times before, and I've memorized your voice a dozen more. Though, you'd just think thats creepy and cut everything off with me." I turned away, preparing myself for rejection.

"(Y/n).." Here it comes.

"I love you too." I was about to cry-wait what?

I whipped back to him. "Wh-what?" I asked. "I said I love you too." He smiled. I kept in a squeal as he leaned down and kissed me. "Promise me that you wont get hurt as often, though." He put his rather large servo over my hand. "I promise, 'hide." I smiled back at him.