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Can you do a rung x femme reader where the reader is one of rungs patients. Preferably nsfw but fluff is cool too.

Rung X Reader - Immoral

A/N – I played about with this so much I my head, and I can finally say that I’m happy with the end result.

Warnings – NSFW / SMUT

Rating – M

How did life come to be this way? For Rung things had never been simple, but he couldn’t ever remember life being so hard either. As you laid back on the small sofa that he’d gotten for you, telling him about any problems you were having on the ship, he could barely concentrate. Instead, he was staring at your face, your eyes, your soft skin, all of your human imperfections that to him made you perfect.

‘I love you,’ he thought, and it was that single thought that caused him so much pain.

Rung had always had trouble defining the line between patient and friend, but this was far worse. He wanted to be your everything. He wanted to be your friend, confidante, only love, but all he would ever be was your therapist.

“Are you okay?” You asked and it took Rung a minute to realise that you were talking to him.

His cooling fans clicked on in embarrassment and he blushed somewhat guiltily. “Ah, yes, yes, I’m perfectly alright. I was merely reflecting on your current predicament.”

You had a feeling that wasn’t true and that Rung was distracted, though seeing as this was a first, you didn’t press the matter. “Great, then if you don’t mind, I’ll give you time to further reflect on that and maybe we can talk later… Say over drinks at ‘Visages’?”

Your invitation did nothing to sooth Rung’s tumultuous thoughts and he had to force his mind away from the possibility of a stronger relationship with you. “I’m sorry (Y/N), I don’t think that would be appropriate.”

You smiled sympathetically jumping down from his desk, “You know Rung, life will only be lonely if you treat everyone as patients instead of friends outside of work. Whether you decide to come or not, I’ll be waiting. Think on it.”

With that, you left, and Rung was sure he would be able to do nothing but ‘think on it.’ How could he not, when the possibility to be something more to you than just a therapist loomed over him.

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Rung stood outside “Visages” for an uncomfortably long time, wondering what he was even doing there. On one servo, he shouldn’t indulge himself by spending time outside office hours with one of his patients, but on the other servo, you were right; his life was very lonely. He paused to clean his glasses, using the time to think further on the matter.

To be fair, he could just walk in and give a cursory visit; it wasn’t as if it was forbidden to speak to you, especially after he had been invited. He did wonder however, if you would even still be there; you hadn’t specified a time, but this was extremely late organic standards.

Rung put his glasses back on with a sense of finality. He would go in, go to the bar and order a cocktail as a special treat for himself, then he would survey the area to see if you were there. If you were, he would accompany you for a short while, because it would be rude to do otherwise, and if you had already left, then Rung would be left in his own company as usual.

Rung entered the club, trying not to appear too nervous as he scanned the dim room for you. He was about to go to the bar when he spotted you in one of the corner booths. You were dancing on the table, surrounded by laughing mechs, while Getaway pushed an alcoholic drink towards you, saying you had to strip for it.

Rung flushed with fury, deducing that the crew had probably lulled you into a false sense of security, giving you drinks until you were too overcharged to say ‘no.’ It wasn’t surprising that a group of overcharged mechs would take advantage of you in such a way. Many had little experience with organics and would do just about anything to toy with the fragile beings, but this was too much. One look at your mussed-up hair, unfocused eyes, and definitive wobble and you danced was enough to tell anyone that you weren’t doing anything of your own volition anymore.

Before you could reveal any more of your stomach, Rung marched over to the table, shielding you with his servos as best he could.

“Gentlemen,” He said in his sternest tone, though it would be considered rather soft by anyone else’s standards, “I think it’s clear that (Y/N) is in need of some rest now.”

“Oooh, big talk from such a wimpy mech,” One of the voices chimed in, though the mech in question was clearly too drunk to pick a fight past rude insults.

“Yeah, come on Reng,” Getaway slurred, “She was just giving us a little show.”

“Well, the show’s over now,” Rung huffed.

“(Y/N), come on, tell glasses here that you don’t want to stop. We were having fun, weren’t we?”

You groaned, the alcohol finally hitting your system now you had stopped moving. “I don’t feel so good.”

Rung wanted to say that he was going to send a strongly worded message to their communicators and to Ultra Magnus the next cycle to punish the five mechs for their brutish behaviour, but that would have to wait because you were his first priority.

He took you from the club, carrying you carefully to your room, flinching whenever he moved to sharply causing you to groan sickly. Once in the safety of your hab-suite, he laid you down on your plush blue bed, moving your hair from your face and grabbing a glass of water for you. He was thankful for the years spent making model ships, for they gave him the grace required to use your considerably smaller items; he was also glad he had taken the time to study up on human behaviour and needs from the few mechs that had encountered organics in the past.

“(Y/N),” Rung said gently, offering the glass of water to you. “Please can you drink some of this? I think it will make you feel better.”

You murmured something that Rung couldn’t make out, reaching out for the glass of water and taking a few small sips, bringing some of the colour back to your cheeks.

“That’s a good girl, keep that up.”

You snickered, placing the glass on the bedside table, and pushing your hair out of your eyes. “Am I your good girl, daddy?”

Rung frowned, missing the organic humour, “Excuse me?”

“Rung… Why didn’t you come earlier?” You whined, momentarily forgetting your previously playful mood.

“I’m sorry I was late (Y/N). If I’d have been there- Well, I’m here now and I won’t leave till you’re well.”

“I’m not sick.”

“Overcharged is a type of sick, though I’ve heard it is easily fixed with some rest for humans.”

“We could fix it faster,” You grinned.

“Oh yes? And how do we do that?” Rung asked sweetly, all ears for anything that might make you better.

“You could fuck me.”

Rung looked at you solemnly, not getting flustered like you had expected. As a psychiatrist, he was used to the effects high-grade energon had on some Cybertronians, and he knew from Ratchet that humans weren’t much different. It was no surprise your libido was up, considering how much you had drank. He tried not to take it personally, though it hurt him to think you would have probably offered yourself to any mech that had taken you home from that god-awful abuse.

“I would say it’s better that you rest now (Y/N). Some sleep would benefit you wonderfully.”

“Aww, don’t be shy. It’s okay to have sex with someone you love, silly.”

“I beg your pardon?” Rung blushed, his cooling fans clicking on.

You flopped down on your bed exasperatedly. “Tailgate told me. He said, ‘Rung and (Y/N) riding in the ship, if he proposed it would be hip.’ And he’s right, that rhyme was dope.”

Rung sighed, wondering how many other mechs knew of his feelings towards you, other than Tailgate.

“Buuuuuuuuut,” You drawled, “When you are right, which is always, then you are right. And that means that consent is important. Whatever you wear an wherever you go, YES MEANS YES AND NO MEANS NO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

Rung grabbed a Cybertronian sized chair, sitting down whilst sighing deeply, his processor whirring through methods that might help the situation, though he came up empty. “(Y/N), please…” He begged brokenly.

As if his sheer tone soothed you, you gave him a thumbs up, “Okay, got it. Sleeping the night away. You don’t like the nightlife, or to boogie. I get it, and I will sleep with or without you, beautiful.”

Rung said nothing and simply waited until you did as you promised and went to sleep. He remained there all night to keep an eye on you in case your intoxication caused you any further problems, and all the while he feared what your relationship would become in the morning. It was bad enough you pitied him enough to offer yourself for a night, but what would you say when you were sober? One thing was for sure; he couldn’t go back to calling you his patient ever again. Rung took off his glasses, and with one cursory check to make sure you weren’t going to wake up, he turned off his vocaliser and began to cry.

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When you awoke, you were glad not to have a hangover, remembering the copious amount of alcohol you had consumed the previous night. Although your head was alright, you still had to wrinkle your nose in disgust at the awful taste lingering in your mouth; there could be no doubt that your breath was strong enough to kill a horse.

You didn’t dare get up just yet, remembering with great regret the way you had acted the previous night. It was horrifying that you had let Getaway and his gang take advantage of you in such a manner, but what was worse was the things you had said to Rung. How would he react, you wondered, when you were to next speak to him? You tried not to cry, thinking that you had probably ruined your relationship with him forever. You obviously knew he had feelings for you and naturally, you had feelings for him, but after acting in such a crass manner you were sure Rung wouldn’t want to have anything more to do with you; he was so genteel and chivalrous.

The gentle hum of a fan slowly caught your attention and you turned your head to find an exhausted looking Rung sat watching you from his chair next to the door.

“Oh God,” You cringed, pinching the bridge of your nose exasperatedly. Of course he was there. He was a gentleman, and he would never leave you in a moment of need. Well, at least you didn’t taste vomit which meant that you only had to deal with your drunk horny vulgarity without adding gross organic matter to the list as well.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” Rung asked quietly, putting your needs before his own as he did with anyone.

“Physically, I’m peachy. Emotionally… Rung, I am so sorry for last night. I would never have said those things like that if I hadn’t been-”

Rung held up his servo, acting as maturely as ever, “It is quite alright (Y/N). I am sure there will be some repercussions about last night that we can discuss later, but for now… Well, we don’t need to discuss the matter any further.”

He got up to leave, only stopping at the door when you called for him to wait. He faced you, waiting for whatever was to come, however unpleasant it might be. You had already broken his spark upon telling him you never would have said such things sober, what more damage could you possibly do?

“I cannot let you put this conversation off Rung. I think we need to talk about this right now… Actually, in five minutes when I’ve brushed my teeth, but I can put that off if you’re going to leave.”

Holding back a sigh, Rung sat back down in the chair, allowing you time to freshen up first. Once you were reasonably clean and dressed, you sat back down on the edge of your bed, respecting the boundaries he had laid out, though you longed to be closer to him.

“Okay, so…” You swallowed somewhat anxiously. “I um- Well, I already told you what Tailgate said, but I never asked you how you feel. I’m going to ask now, and please answer truthfully, Rung, are you really in love with me?”

After everything that had happened since Rung set foot in that awful club last night, he found no point in lying and further making the situation worse. He took his glasses off to look you directly in the eyes, answering solemnly, “Yes.”

“For how long?”

That was a more difficult question for Rung to answer. How did one truly tell when fondness became affection, and affection became love? He supposed it must have been during your sessions together, when you would often speak not as a patient, but as a friend. All the same, Rung found an answer forming on his lips, “Since you started staying over in my sessions, even though I didn’t ask you to.”

“Right… Then can I say just one more thing to clear things up?”

Rung gazed at you with optics filled with melancholy, wondering just how long you could prolong his suffering.

“Here, now, sober, I want you to know that my heart belongs to you.”

“I beg your pardon?” Rung’s mouth hung open.

“I don’t know if you believe in soulmates, but I do, and I can tell you, even before we met, I was yours.”

Rung shook his head, repeatedly whispering “no,” whilst trying not to cry again. It couldn’t be true. It had to be some residual effects of the alcohol, and yet there you were, telling him that you loved him back. “(Y/N), this is wrong, we can’t- I’myour psychiatrist- I-”

Rung wasn’t sure when you had approached him, but he was silenced when you climbed onto his lap. Reverently, you pressed your lips to his, not lingering too long.

“Did that really feel wrong to you, Rung?” You asked.

He shook his head, yet still finding an argument in him, he pleaded with you, “But, my ethical code…”

“Go against your ethics. Let me love you.”

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Rung moaned as you rested on his chassis, sucking his lower lip in your much smaller mouth. He hadn’t meant for things to go so far so quickly, but after you reciprocated his feelings for him, he couldn’t bear to part with you. He had only meant to kiss you once, but after countless time yearning for one-another, neither of you could stop.

He shuddered as you stroked the sensitive casing of his spark. Did you know how crazy you were driving him?

“I love you,” You breathed between kisses, moving to the left so you could tug at his neck cables; you had heard somewhere or other that this was hot for Cybertronians and you hoped it was true.

Rung gasped, throwing his head back.

“Sorry,” You cringed. “Did that hurt?”

Usually, Rung would correct your behaviour and tell you that tugging neck cables was only for couples who trusted each other wholeheartedly after years of experience. Yet, feeling your small hands reach places he’d never considered being touched was unbelievably erotic and he found himself placing all his trust in you when he shook his head and spoke raggedly, “Please, do it again.”

You smirked, glad that the seedy talk of other mechs had paid off as you tugged at Rung’s neck cables again, running your tongue and teeth over them afterwards.

Wanting to repay the pleasure you were giving him in full, Rung dared to ask, “What feels good to humans (Y/N)? I want to please you.”

You tugged off your shirt and bra, leading Rung’s servos to your breasts, “You could never fail to please me, my darling, but here is a good place to start.”

Rung kneaded your soft flesh tenderly, delighting in the sounds you made when his thumb glided over your sensitive nipples.

“Fuck. That’s so good~” You whispered.

Despite your praise, Rung paused to frown.

“Rung, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just- I’m- Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to rush you.”

You crossed your arms over your bare chest somewhat self-consciously, a light blush creeping over your cheeks, “Do you not want to do this with me?”

Rung cursed himself for hurting your feelings. There was nothing he wanted more, but the fear of complicating your relationship scared him. Instead, he took hold of your hands, removing them from your chest so he could admire you. “My spark, I want nothing more than to devour you here and now, but I need to know that you are ready for this.”

“Rung, I have a wetness between my legs right now that says I am absolutely ready for this.”

“Then please, allow me to tend to that, my spark,” Rung purred, switching positions so you were on the floor and he was looming over you. When you stripped the rest of your clothes off, Rung made sure you knew exactly how beautiful he found you, especially your beautiful organic valve, which he lapped at with the tip of his tongue. He was careful not to delve too deeply in case you couldn’t take his size, though he longed for a day in the future when he had prepared you enough to take not only his tongue, but his spike as well.

“Fuck,” You groaned as your hips bucked against his tongue, dripping your own arousal down your thighs. He was making such a mess of you already and you couldn’t even repay him in the state you were in. You managed to look up, finding that Rung had one of his servos on his spike, rubbing beads of trans-fluid from the tip while he serviced you.

“Please, keep talking like that,” Rung begged raggedly. “I need to know I’m doing a good job.”

“I want more of you, big boy. You better lap up all that cum if you truly want to devour me.”

Rung wasted no time, moaning as he lapped up your sweet juices. Tonight would be all about you; you had given him your love, so the least he could do was give you a good orgasm.

“Ahh, shit~” You bit your knuckles as Rung hit what he figured to be your anterior node. He grew ever more confident with his mouth as your legs started quivering around his mouth. “Fuck, Rung! You’re- Fuck- You’re finishing me off too soon.”

Granted, the two of you hadn’t been at it long, but Rung wanted desperately to see your face when you climaxed; he would be sure to hold that memory forever.

“Let go (Y/N). I want to taste your overload. Let me drink in your lust,” He smiled, going straight back to work on your clitoris until you were reduced to a squeaking mess, unable to say anything but his name.

You felt your body practically melt and you screamed in the throes of pleasure as you orgasmed against Rung’s mouth.

He dragged his tongue from your vagina to your thighs, drinking in the reward he had earned.

“Beautiful,” He purred, “As I suspected.”

You wanted to say something witty or charming in return, but you only managed to gasp as Rung went right back to work, playing with your breasts. He had only just got you, and he would be sure to show his love and appreciation for you all night long.

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Active rape

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Emergency

I have nightmare because of PTSD and I was wondering if you could do a human reader s/o with rung, rodimus, fort max, and perceptor giving comfort from nightmare

Sorry this took so long to write you three! I hope you all like it! Two of you guys requested Rung, and the last person requested others and Rung, so I put them all together! I also added songs that would go well to the prompt.

Rung, Rodimus, Fort Max, and Perceptor x reader/ Nightmare HC’s;

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Keywords:

E/C = Eye Color

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Rung;

You believed nightmares where significant things. Dreams with meanings. But if that was so, why did you have so many? Rung wondered.

You where very important to him, and it worried him to see you at night, twitching in your sleep, drenched in a cold sweat before bolting up and letting out a cry.

It broke his heart. You where to beautiful to have something like this happen.

He would encourage you to take a few sessions with him, to try and find the roots of this, but nothing seemed to work. He tried his best, he really did.

One night though, it was particularly bad. He was called to your hadsuite in a blink of any eye and was faced with the sight of you.

You sat on your small birth, sobbing audibly, drenched in sweat, and shaking violently.

He moved to your side in an instant, hesitating to pick you up before he scooped you into his hands and held you to his chest.

You flinched at first, letting out a feared shriek before looking up into the eyes of your newcomer.

You just stared, not knowing what to do before he softly patted your hair, and pressed you against his chest, letting you listen to his soothing speakbeat.

It was...soothing to say the least. Such a beautiful rhythm, striking a few beats every second. His chest radiated a calming heat as you rested your cheek in his teal spark, making him jump slightly.

He leaned on your birth, keeping you close and placed a small blanket over you, letting you drift into a peaceful sleep.

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Rodimus;

This poor fucking kid dude. As soon as he hears about this, he is by your side, panicking. He cares a lot about you, and never wants you to have these dreams.

When he see’s you having them, he is by your side instantly, shaking you intensely to awaken you.

He has had nightmares before, and knows the horrors they can bring, so he understands if you don’t want to discuss them.

Most nights, he will let you sleep in his birth with him, laying on his warm chest, sleeping soundly to his sparkbeat.

He would encourage you to see Rung or at least discuss what’s going on in them, to try and get to the bottom of the cause.

If it’s personal, he would understand, but still want you to see Rung; just in case.

He really worries about you, and isn’t afraid to cry in front of you. Sometimes, when you wake up from a nightmare in tears, he would cry too.

It really hurts him to see you so hurt from your dreams.

He loves to place his forehead on yours and look into your eyes, he could get lost in your E/C orbs forever.

He will always be there for you, no matter what!

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Fort Maximus;

If there is anyone on this list that knows more about nightmares than the others, it’s him.

After being through so much, he has nightmares every night and knows how to deal with them.

You usually sleep with him so when you experience a nightmare in his habsuite, he knows what to do.

He’ll tell you to take deep breaths, breathing in time with him, allowing your lungs to relax and to work normally.

He is the type of person who doesn’t like to jump to ‘what happened’, more like; ‘Let’s calm you down first’, and you appreciate that. A lot.

He’ll carry you around in his shoulders when you wake up from a nightmare sometimes. Just wondering the halls while you calm down, getting you a drink, snack, etc.

He loves to cuddle you. He loves you so much, and you love him. You are always there for him when he has nightmares and vice versa. He is so caring that it makes you cry.

He carries around little music players to calm you and little stuffed animals for whenever you where tired, he knows that it’s hard to sleep.

He would wake you up as soon as he see’s you having such dreams and just holds you. Not talking needed, he already knows.

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Perceptor;

Like Fort Max, he is used to nightmares, and he knows how to deal with them.

He is aware of your nightmares before you tell him anything or he sees it happen, he’s just that good.

He may not show much emotion but trust me, he shows them to you.

He asks if you need to speak with him or Rung. If you say yes, it’s instant, he’ll do anything to make you feel better.

He is a very busy mech, mostly at the lab instead of your shared habsuite but, if he hears that you are struggling with your dreams, you better believe that he will stop everything he is doing and go to you, for as long as you need.

He loves you. So fucking much. He would do anything for your sweet soul.

He loves it when you sleep on his scope btw-

Most nights, you are on his shoulder, sleeping soundly as he works silently. He found out that him being near you while you sleep, reduces your nightmares.

Hello! Can I request some cuddling hc's with Rung and Ravage? I've been feeling very touch starved lately so kinda need it. Thank you for all your writings, they are really good. (sorry for bad grammar, English is not my native language)

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Ravage! & Rung! X Reader!Cuddling HC’s;

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Keywords:

Y/N = Your Name

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He is not the type to cuddle much, well...that’s what others think.

He has had a horrible past, and knows what it’s like to be touch-starved, so you better expect random cuddles; behind closed doors of course.

Most cuddles happen at night; mainly around 2am. He will always find a way into your habsuite, not matter what. His favorite way in is through the vents.

He’ll sneak towards your birth and jump on up, waking you up in the process due to the birth dipping down under his weight.

You’ll be shocked at first but will slowly relax at the sight of him. He will move up close to you, mumbling a “Sorry” under his breath as he moves to your side and rests his head on his front paws.

It’s best that you don’t say anything, knowing he didn’t like to talk to much in the early morn, so you remain quiet and lay back down; moving to his side and wrapping an arm around his large frame.

Don’t be surprised if you hear purring if your rubbing in between his ears, just don’t mention it or he will stop.

He does this a lot, but, if you are feeling in a bad mood; no matter what time of the day or who is around; he will carry you gently in his jaws and place you somewhere before he curls around you.

He makes sure you know how important you are to him, trust me. If anyone talks smack to you, they are dead. Literally dead. He will even snap at Megatron is he says anything mean about you, but luckily, you two get along very well.

He always sleeps in your room; unless you say you want to sleep alone; but that’s rare.

He loves to wrap his tail around you and carry you like that, it’s just his thing.

He will drop everything for you, no matter what. He is a great Mechfriend, never leave him.

Rung:

This godly boy is so fucking touch-starved. Please hold him.

With him dealing with his own anxiety and the problems of his patients, he really struggles.

He will most likely come to you in the early morning; later that Ravage would; at around 6-7am. He would be very polite about it and will only enter your hadsuite if you already awake and if you say he can. He can handle you saying no or still being asleep, he’ll just come back later.

He is a very silent cuddler, mainly just enjoying the silence while he listens to your heartbeat. You also enjoy listening to his, it calms you down from any stress.

Sometimes, he’ll bring you to his patients, knowing that with the power of your cuddles, will cheer anyone up!

He had a little couch in his office and will often find you there, snuggling up against the pillows and blankets he somehow got for you. He loves seeing you like that, it’s just so cute!

He will always find an excuse to cuddle with you; “I’m just feeling down today.”, “Oh, my back hurts, but nothing that cuddles can’t fix!”, “Y/N, are you feeling alright?” (“Yes I’m f-“) “Nonsense, you need cuddles right away!”, etc.

Some days when your feeling down, he’ll even cancel appointments (If the patient says it’s ok, which they always do) and stay in your habsuite in his holoform all day.

He loves your attention so much, it’s almost sad, but he cares for you very much, never forget that.

Hi! Can you do a scenario where bot s/o is comfronting sad rung? He was forgotten (again) and this time it was just a breaking point? Like the reader is just giving cuddles, comfronting words ect.

Yes.

I will write.

I must write.

I personally love Rung angst, it’s weird but I love it so much. So, here is Rung absolutely losing his shit. Also, I made reader gender neutral, your welcome UwU. I might make this a longer story because I like the name and how it ended.

Rung X Bot! Reader: Cords

Keywords:

Y/N= Your Name

O/C= Optic Color

P/C= Primary Color

S/C= Secondary Color

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Anger. A feeling he was so foreign too as he aggressively pushed a large stack of paper onto the once spotless floor. Anxiety. A feeling that was crawling up inside his chest plaiting. He should be immune to it, due to what he does for a living. But he was wrong. Self-doubt. He was great, right? He was worth something. Was he? Who was he again? Is he good enough? I don’t know. Loneliness. The one emotion he was used too. So why was he acting like this? Why lash out at something he knew would happen. He could barely see through his angry haze as he pushed another stack of paperwork to the floor, stray papers drifting in the room. He snarled, glancing at the scattered paper before he made his way to his birth, hot tears flowing down his faceplate as he kept his dermas bared. He sat, ex-venting as he slowly began to see again. And that’s when it hit. He stared at his now trashed habsuit in utter horror. Had he done this? How could he let himself get out of control?? What was wrong with him?! His shoulder plaiting shifting downward as he rested his helm on his servos and cried silently, leaving himself to deal with his own monsters. Or so he though before a warm touch on his shoulder shocked him back into reality. He onlined his optics as he was met with O/C ones. There was a dip in his birth as he guessed his visitor must have sat next to him. The P/C servo moved from his shoulder down to his back struts, giving comforting rubs as Rung leaned into their touch. “It’s ok”. A voice spoke, smooth as silk and light as a feather. “It will be ok”. It spoke again, erasing any doubt that would try to dig into his broken down mind. That voice was a lifeline. And he knew it belonged to sweet Y/N. Before he was able to realize or question what was going on, he was pulled into the newcomer’s P/C and S/C chest. They held him close, giving him comforting rubs and whispered calming words near his audio receptors. He broke. He couldn’t even pretend to hold it is as he burst into tears in the other’s chest. Y/N hated to see him like this, and has only been there one other time when he had these breakdowns. It breaks their spark to see someone so loving and caring to be broken down into a wallowing mess. He never deserved to feel this way or to be forgotten after all that the old god had done. He had saved Cybertron more times than most can count for Primus sakes! If only Whirl and the others could see that, like you did. His crying had abruptly stopped as he looked at you with beautiful teary optics. Wait. Did you say all of that out loud? In front of him? A small smile grazed his dermas as he moved his hand to cup your cheek. Welp. You sat there, scared as hell and a blushing mess. He didn’t seem to mind nor’ care as he leaned in slowly and gently rested his dermas on your’s. You where starstruck. He was so perfect and his kisses just prove the fact even more. After a second or two, he moved away, rubbing the back of his servo on his optics. “Wow”. Really? That’s all you could say right now? Rung let out the smallest chuckle, and leaned his helm against your chest armor again, venting softly. “Thank you Y/N”. There it was. The voice of god (literally-). You could melt from the smoothness of his voice. It was the perfect cord to any song. The perfect cord for your song.

Heya, sorry to be a bother but for the emergency requests could I get Ratchet, Rung and Blitzwing with a s/o thats mental health is taking a skydive due to multiple undiagnosed chronic pain problems? So sorry to bother you,,

I personally have to deal with this, so I get how you feel :(, but I'm not very familiar with it, like; I don't really know what it was so I did some research! I also have never heard of Rung, so I also did some research on him and now he is my child. Like; he is so precious and cute!! Anyways; I hope you enjoy this, and I’m so sorry for the delay, I’m working on two emergency requests at the moment and trying to get them both done as quickly as possible, so I’m so sorry! I hope your pain doesn’t hurt you too much, I couldn’t find out if it can go away, but I hope it does!

(Note: I’m so sorry this took so long! School ended up hitting pretty hard and I need to move out of my house in 14 days and I have nothing packed so I’m stressing✨✨😳)

TFA Ratchet!, TFA Blitzwing!, and Rung! with a S/O! with undiagnosed chronic pain:

Ratchet:

He has no idea what’s going on, but when you barely acknowledge him and just lay on the couch; unmoving; he gets slightly worried.

He’ll move quietly closer to you to see a stern look on your face, glossy eyes, and you staring into the abyss.

He gently moves next to you, moving down to your eye level, studying you. You barely move your eyes to look at him before slowly rolling over to face the couch. He noticed you grunting slightly as you did so.

He doesn’t know what to say honestly, so he just says the first thing that comes to his mind. “You ok kid”? It’s all he could think of, with concerns lacing his voice.

You let out a muffled ‘no’ before slowly turning back to him, face in pain. “What’s up kid”?

“I have undiagnosed chronic pain”.

He is confused at first. Bless his spark, he is trying his best to understand.

After a bit of explaining, he finally understands and honestly, feels bad for you.

“Well, I can fix it, right? Or your human doctors can fix it”? You shrugged. You honestly didn’t think there was ever a solution it the constant pain and suffering; or at least, it was very hard to get rid of.

He does understand though, knowing that Cybertronians also have diseases that cannot be reversed, but he isn’t happy that you need to go through this alone.

He assures you that you will always have someone to talk to, and can tell him if you want the base quiet, and he’ll shut everyone up for you.

He will also bring you little snacks or blankets if you need them, or will even go out and get you something If you randomly decide to want something.

He also have icepacks and heating packs on demand.

He cares for you and wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

Blitzwing:

He is honestly offended if you just lay down and ignore him.

He’ll call you out for it, but will be met with silence. He will march over to you, ready to verbally attack you, but stops when he sees your face in pain.

That strong, angry exterior changes so fast, and he is by your side in an instant.

His personality’s are fighting for control, all wanting to know what’s wrong or what happened. Random was the first to speak. “Meine Liebe! What’s wrong”!?

You just groaned in response, making his wings shift down slightly; wishing to know what he could do to help.

He moved close to you on his birth, taking you in his servos gently, and held you up to his face. You shook slightly, clearly in pain.

Your teary eyes met his icy ones as you mumbled out “undiagnosed chronic pain”. He is not as shocked as expected, having to deal with it himself, and knowing the pain and emotions it brings.

His face switched to Random, who (surprisingly) didn’t have anything to say. He just warmly smiled and laid on his birth, you in his servos.

Despite your pain, you smiled warmly, curling up into his warm servos.

You heard another switching sound before Icy’s voice spoke up.

“Just rest Meine Liebe. Rest your body”.

Like Ratchet, he will drop everything and even will disobey Megatron to get you what you need or want.

He loves you, and will do anything to make you happy and healthy. Like seriously; he will do anything for you.

Rung:

Robo Jesus is very concerned when you don’t show up to your scheduled session with him.

He knows all about you. Everything. He knows your problems and he helps in anyway he physically can.

He would simply sigh, before getting up and leaving the room, making his way towers your habsuite (forgive me if that’s not correct, I’ve never read MTMTE).

He would walk in and find you on top of your many pillows, your body draped in a heated fleece blanket.

He would walk over slowly, before sitting near you, moving his hand to gently stroke your side. You awoke from your painful sleep, to look into the beautiful blue eyes of Rung, a small, concerned smile on his face.

“We can have our meeting here”. He was a very understanding mech; he had to be for his job; and you where glad he was. You wouldn’t move but you would look up at him, talking him about your problems and pains, and he would just listen and pet your side; giving you an amount of comfort.

He won’t allow anyone to bother you if you are having a bad day or if the pain is to much. He would guard your door and would sometimes hold off appointments for your health.

He cares for you. So much. And it’s honestly quite adorable. He is always by your side, getting you everything you need. And he is afraid to lose you, so he sometimes seems like a lost puppy when he can’t be with you when Rodimus or Whirl need him for something.

If you want cuddles, he is yours. He will activate his holoform and be by your side instantly, holding you close to him gently, as not to hurt you. He is always so warm, so when your cold it’s a win! He has snacks in his drawers in his office, and they are always up for grabs for you.

If you are feeling bad about yourself or if your body hurts, he is there, kissing you gently and whispering how important and beautiful/handsome you are to him.

He loves you. Don’t forget that. Well-you won’t be able to forget it, due to him reminding you every 30 seconds.