(To the person who requested this I am so sorry for the time gap from when you requested it to the time it was posted! I've been in a bit of a funk so some of these requests will be late. Once again, my apologies)

(Warnings: depression, the title, mentions of abuse, mentions of eating disorder, (daddy/sire kink) fluff, and nudity)

Third Person Perspective

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It was a quiet night at the base as (Y/n) awaited Ratchet's return to his berth room. However, to contradict the previous statement, (Y/n)'s thoughts were not very quiet as she got lost in a world of sorrow and regret. Though it saddened (Y/n) to admit, Ratchet had helped her through her depressed moments.

She thought she would be able to handle this by now, and yet she still finds herself going back to the times she wished she didn't live. One of these things happened to be the fighting between her father and mother. It happened when she was 7 yet she still relived these moments, and she still felt it was her fault.

Her father left because he didn't want her, he didn't want any of this. He didn't want a life and a wife, he wanted sex; but did he really have to make her pay the price?

She remembered the first time he called her fat, she didn't eat dinner that night. And it was all to impress the man who never loved her. And maybe that affected her now.

Now, she was in love with an older gentleman who treated her right. They call this a daddy kink, developed by daddy issues and perhaps they were right.

But (Y/n) couldn't even muster a smile at this thought, too busy grabbing her stomach and silently crying as she continued to remember the worst of her father. Like the time he hit her.

(Y/n) was now tired of waiting for Ratchet, she needed warmth, she needed comfort. A shower, perhaps? She nodded and gathered the things she needed before going to the bathroom at the base. Thankfully, it wasn't far from Ratchet's berthroom so she wasn't bothered by the walk.

As soon as she was in the bathroom, she stripped of her clothes and turned on the shower, the water drowning away the sound of her sobs that grew louder. Her blurry vision was locked on the reflection of her body. She groped her stomach once more, the anxiety taking over her thoughts as she thought of every way Ratchet could hate her and her body.

Ratchet was quick to notice (Y/n)'s absence from his berthroom. Usually, she waited for him and when he arrived: she'd have this big smile on her face and in her softest voice would call him "my love" and beg for him to join her for a long rest.

However, her bright smile wasn't here and neither was she, nor was her beautiful voice luring him in like a siren. That's when a realization hit him and he became worriedly, Ratchet checked the floor and beneath all objects in his berthroom while calling (Y/n)'s name.

When he realized (Y/n) wasn't in the room, he resorted to the next best thing to find her: technology. Using the datapad he had brought into the room, he sent a message to her handheld device she called a cell phone.

"You were taking a while, so I figured I'd take a shower before you returned." The message brought relief to Ratchet before he summoned his holoform and traveled to the bathroom. He just want to see her, even hold her to soothe his worry.

"(Y/n), can I come in?" Ratchet asked after knocking on the door that was almost as small as her in his regular body.

"Y-yes!" (Y/n)'s mumbled voice came through the door and the shifting of gears told him the door was now unlocked. Ratchet was worried even more though, she stuttered, something had to be wrong.

Entering the room, Ratchet saw (Y/n) just standing there, completely naked. It didn't bother him, but what did were the tears rolling down her cheeks. He ignored her insecurely crossed arms and cupped her face, wiping away the tears.

"What's wrong (Y/n)?" Ratchet asked, concern clear on his face. Her sobs had silenced though a whimper took its place.

"H-how do you love me?" She whimpered a small sob following. Ratchet furrowed his brows, where had this come from? And how many times did he have to explain.

"Where is this coming from? You're so wonderful, you shouldn't have to ask that."

"B-but I'm fat and annoying." She sobbed. Ratchet really wanted to roll his eyes.

"(Y/n), I don't care what you look like. You're so beautiful to me. And annoying? I can be just as annoying. You know this. You call me your stubborn grumpy old man. It's not the most clever of nicknames but it's still funny." Ratchet explained, giving her a reassuring smile, warmth traveling in his chest when she finally cracked a smile. "You shouldn't feel this way. I love you so much. From the way you smile, to the way you bother me about going into stasis at night."

"I-I'm Sorry Ratchet..." she sniffled. "I-I just... it's my dads birthday and he wasn't a good person like I'd hoped he was when I was younger."

"(Y/n), if he's not here hurting you now, he shouldn't be hurting you in your head." Ratchet stated sternly. (Y/n) sighed and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you Ratchet... for what? The 100th time now?" She thanked with a giggle. Ratchet sighed and shook his head. "You should join me."

"Sure. Gives me plenty of time to appreciate you." Ratchet replied with a small smirk. (Y/n)'s face went red and her eyes widened, a dumb smile on her face.

"W-what?" Ratchet answered her with a gentle kiss on her lips, and rubbing circles into her hip.

"Please don't ever hate the way you look. It doesn't matter your shape or size, you will always be beautiful to me." He muttered in her ear. He took a step back, allowing (Y/n) to enter the shower.

"Yes, sire~" (Y/n) replied teasingly. Ratchet paused before glancing at the shower once more.

Oh, now it was on.