Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Im Here For You (Ratchet x Depressed!Femme Reader) OS

Requested by KIKASS_Ruby

Description - You are a depressed Autobot trying to find your place in the world from your dark past.

⚠️ Contains sensitive material such as depression and thoughts of suicide ⚠️

It was hard to get through the day without thinking I was useless, a waste of space, a nuisance. Those haunting thoughts rummaging through my processor on a daily basis was only the half of the constant mind of apprehension I endure. So what if we ever make it out of this war. What's there to look forward to? My whole family back on Cybertron was murdered in front of me and I was powerless to do anything. I'm too weak to play any part in Team Prime now, so why am I here? What's my purpose?

I spent most of my days sulking over the fact that I no longer find happiness in anything I do. I'm just an empty husk waiting to be broken down by the next thing that gets thrown at me. No matter what I do I just don't think i'm good enough. I'm puny compared to Bumblebee and Smokescreen. They always try to encourage me or reassure that I'm doing a good job during the missions I am assigned to, but I already know that I slow them down.

Optimus was aware of the pain I have suffered during my adolescence and used his deepest sympathy towards me, but I don't think he was aware of my self-loathing. I hated myself for all the tasks I was incapable of and I ended up hurting myself for it. I tried not to show that side of my depression because it would just worry everyone and then I would be even more of a bother to them. Primus forbid if Ratchet were to find out he would nag at me until my audials fall off. He's the only one that could see through me due to his medical expertise and his machines that could detect the wavelengths in my processor. However not even the smartest technology we have would know what I was thinking.

I have had countless amounts of impulses urging me to just cut myself short and end this excuse for a life. I doubt would anyone would miss me anyway. I wasn't exactly close to anyone in the time that I have spent here. Everyone had their own priorities. Arcee and Bumblebee had their human companions and Bulkhead had his wrecker buddy. Optimus and his old medic friend Ratchet were busy keeping our whole operation together. I had nobody. I was alone and always have been since the day I lost everything.

I just about had enough of loitering around the base letting my gloomy thoughts get the best of me so I figured I would turn in early. I was about to leave the main area when a servo stopped me in my tracks. I looked down and then towards the medic who had noticed me taking my leave.

"(Y/n), where are you headed off to?", he asked curiously. He sounded concerned as he always did, not that I really cared either way. I really didn't feel like socialising during my gloom at the moment.

"Just going to my room for a recharge", I tried to brush him off and push his servo aside to continue my way but then he grabbed me by the shoulder plate. I sighed loudly annoyed by his persistence.

"It's way too early for that. Is there something bothering you?", he spoke unsettled by my ignorant response. This time I was a bit more aggressive and shrugged my shoulder away ignoring his question. The mech made a sound in his throat expressing his deeper concern for me.

"(Y/n), wait!", he called out before grabbing my arm. He was trying to pull me back to face him but stopped suddenly. He gasped at where he was looking.