Could i request a romantic drabble of a Human!reader and Rung bodyswapping?
sorry this took me 5ever to answer >_< work was ruff yesterday (pun intended... bc i work at a dog kennel- 🍅) anyway! a little more like... subtle feelings than super romantic (o′┏▽┓｀o)
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Rung x Human! GN! Reader
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Brainstorm’s subtle panic was the last piece of evidence added to the pile, along with his ramblings of how it shouldn’t have been possible. It shouldn’t be possible. Human brains and Cybertronian processors didn’t have compatibility like that. Yet, here you stood with a view five times taller than your own, seeing yourself in Rung’s servos.
You- or, um, you guess Rung- stared up at Rung- you?- with wide open eyes. He instinctively reached up to adjust his glasses, but flinched when he was reminded that the familiar shape was not on the face of his current form. This was meant to be a quick observation. You were not supposed to be a part of the experiment, but something malfunctioned and you were caught in the crossfire, along with Rung. Well, more like he dove in to protect you, hence why you were sitting in his servos. He was sitting in yours? Whatever.
“I can fix this,” Brainstorm mumbled as he started to look over his invention, which was absolutely fried. “I can fix this! I can-!” He exvented and lowered his helm. “I can’t fix this.”
Rung’s head- your head- snapped to the side and you glared at him something fierce. “What? I can’t be trapped in a body that isn’t mine, Brainstorm!” It was weird hearing your words in Rung’s voice, especially since your tone was much crueler than anything Rung had ever used.
“Fret not, my dear human!” Brainstorm held up a digit to interrupt any more protests from you. “The effect is only temporary. You should return to normal in roughly two Earth rotations.”
“Two days!?”
“Oh my,” you- Rung- lamented as he ran your hands through your hair. His hands? His hair? This was getting confusing! “I suppose we will have to make do with this situation…”
Swerve, one of the test's intended victims participants alongside Whirl, excitedly held up his servos and shook them excitedly. “Wait, wait, wait! This means we can win the bet the easy way. We can ask you to transform, and it won’t count as asking Rung! We can find out his alt-mode!”
“That’s cheating,” you scolded. “I’m not gonna do anything in this body without Rung’s consent. I don’t even know how to use it!”
Rung just looked confused- man, was that your confused face? Looking at yourself from somebody else’s, um, optics, was disorienting. It didn’t help that you had a weird pain in the back of your head.
He shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I’m not much better off, either. I never realized how frustrating this ship must be for you until now.” He gestured around. “You can’t even reach most of the tables.”
You shrugged. “I have you to help me.”
“Yes, but… Doesn’t that bother you? That you’re stuck being dependent on me for, well, everything? Stuck with me…” He sounded so bothered by this.
You lifted him closer to your face with a tilt of his head. “I like you, and you’re very kind to me, so I can’t say I mind all that much. It does get frustrating being unable to do things on my own, but you lessen that; you don’t make it worse.” You lifted a digit to pat his head gently.
Rung blushed. “Oh. I see why you enjoy this so much now.”
“Mhm.” You moved your digit under his chin whilst continuing the gentle motion. “Specifically from you.”
He made a small sound of embarrassment and looked away, as if he didn’t want to admit that he was enjoying being small if it meant you were taking care of him. He parted his lips to speak, but he was interrupted by Brainstorm.
“As cute as this little moment is, I’m going to ask that you take it somewhere outside of my lab,” he huffed. He then immediately had to dodge a wrench being thrown at his head.
Whirl pointed an angry claw at him. “It was just getting to the good part!”
“Yeah, man! We ran out of romance dramas to watch last week! You’re ruining this for us,” Swerve accused angrily.
Rung sighed and turned to look up at you. “Perhaps this conversation is best reserved for a more private area.”
“Rung, how scandalous~!” you teased.
“That-! That’s not what I meant!”