#transformers brawn

"Hey!" You quickly twist 'round to look back at the room's entrance, you rest your arm on the back of your seat as you observe. It's Blaster, just barely peering in from the side of the doorframe.. he seems a bit nervous. Look at him, even his audial fins are slanted downwards a bit, what's happened? Did the twins (or Ironhide) hide his mic, again? There's no tellin', he's easily riled up. "Oh hey, Blaster. How are you?" You respond softly as you take another bite of your cookie, you just love how it practically melts away in your mouth. "Hey.. I'm good. So uh... I'm here because Ratchet could really use your help in the medbay, it'd just be really nice if you were there to hand him tools and maybe hold onto small things like tubing. It's just so much easier for you and your small little baby hands and all." He replies nervously, throwing in some light teasing at the end to lighten the mood.

"Oh.. is everything okay?" You ask as you promptly get up, you gently hold the cookie between your teeth as you begin to clean the table off, raking any crumbs into your hand and walking over and throwing them into the garbage. Then you quickly straighten up various DIY supplies you were messing with before you walk over to Optimus and plant a kiss on his side back strut, earning a loud gleeful chuff from the bot.

"Well, Brawn was damaged pretty bad during the last mission.. No big deal! He's stable and all, but you know how much he likes you to be there when he's being repaired.. not to mention how much Ratchet enjoys you... y'know, being there and helpin', learnin'. I think it brings him some sorta comfort to know that someone else can kinda carry the torch if he becomes inoperable for a while or somethin'.." Blaster explains frantically, he's such a nervous nelly. His optical ridges furrow as he begins to sniff the air for a moment before looking away confused, then he sniffs around some more. You slowly slip the cookie into your mouth with a single finger and proceed to eat the absolutely ginormous bite. "Mhm.." You hum as you begin to walk over to him, his optics settle on your form, slowly approaching him, and he seems to become slightly less tense.. maybe.

You reply properly as soon as you finish your bite of cookie. "Well, I'll go check it out then. Also, I made some cookies, if you're interested." You offer as you wave bye to Optimus, who waves back sadly, with his hand all floppy, before he takes another bite of his cookie. You exit the room and start to head over to the medbay.

"Oh, that's okay.. I really don't need the sugar, you know how I get..." Blaster responds with almost a sulk. Yeah, he bounces off the walls whenever he has even a bit of sugar, sensitive ol' teddy bear. "If you say so.." You taunt, you begin to hear Blaster walk away before he pauses then swiftly trots into the room, he only stops for a moment before he trots out, with a cookie wedged between his denta. He glances your way to make sure you didn't notice and is met with you standing there with a brow raised and your arms crossed, looking right at him. Shamefully, he pulls the cookie out and holds it in his hand as he looks down at the ground, guiltily. "I'm a recovering 'sugarholic'." He admits solemnly, he kicks his ped on the ground poutily. "Whatever nerd, enjoy your cookie." You tease as you twist around with a chuckle, you start to walk away and you hear as he does so as well.. only for him to quickly turn around and trot over to your side.

You glance up at him, you search his expression to try to figure out why he'd do such a thing. Is the scene you're about to witness that horrific? Is Brawn near beyond repair? Was he just trying to lighten the blow earlier by saying he was okay?

He looks down at you and smiles widely before answering your internal questions for you. "I just thought you'd like some company on your little journey.. seeing as this is more like road trip for you than a simple walk across the place." He teases then softly snickers before he takes a big bite of his cookie. He looks so cute with pink frosting stained across his denta, what a dork. Well, at least nothing is wrong and he just wanted to be included.. Silly boy. "Thank you Blaster, that's very thoughtful." You reply softly, you jump at his sudden loud words. "Mmm! Oh my gawd- Twhat's Swooo gwood!" Blaster announces happily, his mouth chalk full of crumbly buttery goodness. He just loves how many flavors there are, he just can't get enough of em'! These'll be his new favorites you make. You chuckle at him before you pat his leg a few times. "I'm glad you like it, bud."

Honestly, you didn't really know what to expect when you entered the medbay. Was Brawn tattered and torn apart, limbs thrown here and there? Metal busted wide open revealing all his gross slimy robotic innards? But what you definitely didn't expect was a bright cheerful greeting from the mech as you entered the room with Blaster.

"There ya' are! How are ya', kid?" Brawn greets you happily, he sounds.. perfectly fine? You glance over at Blaster who gives you a shrug, then you turn to look at Brawn, he's lying on one of the big metal medical berthes lined up in a row against the furtherest left wall, barely propped up on his arm to see you.. He probably heard you and Blaster talking from down the hall before you entered.

Ratchet notices your concern immediately and shoots you a knowing glance before he shakes his head disappointedly. "Did Blaster scare you? I told him not to." "I didn't!" You hear Blaster quickly interject as Ratchet continues, making you giggle quietly to yourself. "Brawn's fine, he just wants some company and I could use your little hands for these tubing injuries.. otherwise he's as good as new..." Ratchet's statement slowly trails off into a mumble as he continues to fiddle with the wiring and tubing before him. "I didn't scare em'..." Blaster mumbles pissily, you turn to look at him and start to laugh, he begins laughing too. "Such a worry wart." You comment teasingly, he scoffs. "Shut uppp!" He whines at you, he refuses to admit it, but he knows he is. And it certainly doesn't help that he hates bloods and gore. Brawn groans loudly before he lays down and pouts melodramatically at you.

"Y/N..!" He drawls out, clearly acting up for attention. You can't imagine how much of a pain he was being for Ratchet before you got here. You glance over at Blaster who's rolling his optics at him, a small smile rests on his pretty lips as he goes over to the back wall and slides down, planting his aft down on the floor to enjoy his final bite of cookie. "You know there's more, right?" You ask him quietly, teasing him and his love for cookies. Blaster scoffs at you before replying. "Uh, yeah?" Always has to give you tude, sassy-ass. You roll you eyes at him and begin to walk over to the medical berth.

"Yes, Mr. drama king?" You ask teasingly as Ratchet holds out his hand for you to step onto, then carefully lifts you up and allows you to step onto the berth with Brawn. He really is fine, there's just a small open wound across his stomach... Though, there's a lot of very visible welds from when he wasn't doing so hot, which kind of make you feel a bit anxious. But otherwise, he's repaired and perfectly healthy, it brings a small smile to your face.

"Oh, Y/N.. is that you?" Brawn feigns a small weak cough as he throws an arm over his forehead, closing his optics to really sell it. "Yes, darling..! I'm here for you! ..What do you need?" You play along, adopting a victorian mistress accent as you play up your concern. "I need... I need....." He barely croaks out, he can feel Ratchet's disapproving glare from a mile away, even if he can't see it. To piss him off even more, he quickly reaches up and pulls you into a small kiss before collapsing back onto the berth, he writhes and wriggles around dramatically before he sighs and becomes completely still. "Bleh.." He softly mumbles, you burst out laughing as Ratchet throws up his hands and quite literally walks away from him all the while Blaster laughs his ass off, almost choking on his cookie in the process.

"For Primus' sake, Brawn! I can't work on you if you're gonna do scrap like that! And quit raising up!" He walks back over and bonks him on the top of the helm with a tool.. partially for kissing you. Every bot in the ship knows how overprotective Ratchet is of you, it's not wise to test him. "Ouch!" Brawn exclaims grumpily as he rubs the spot he socked him at. "I already told you four times now to behave, or I'm gonna make this hurt a lot more than it needs to." Ratchet warns as he just barely penches on a small piece of tubing protruding out of Brawn's wound, Brawn winces and groans before he lays flat against the metal surface, giving in. "Fine, fine... He just sucks the fun outta everything, doesn't he?" He asks you, he turns his helm to look at you. You giggle before you shake your head, Ratchet quickly bonks him on the helm again, this time with the side of his fist, a bit harder than before too, you believe. The loud clank it made was almost comedic. "Ow.." Brawn rubs on his helm again before he carefully tucks his arm underneath it, propping himself up naturally without exerting himself so Ratchet won't pop a gasket from anger.

"Suck up." He grumbles at you, you snicker before you playfully punch him. "OohHhh, Oww! My small squishy body! Ohhh.... you've abused me.. I'm wounded!" He teases, you roll your eyes as you gently lay your hands across Ratchet's to signify you're here for him.. which he greatly appreciates. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he feels your soft skin brush against his smooth metal, it's a much needed mental break from all the stress Brawn's been causing him.. even if it's short lived. "Oh hush, you! Or I'm not giving you any cookies." You threaten, Ratchet carefully slips your hands beneath his and guides them to where they need to go, you easily stick them into Brawn's guts and grasp the tubing you needed to clamp shut. Brawn winces and clenches his jaw, you softly shush him and brush your cheek against his stomach plating soothingly. "Shhh, shh, shhhh... It's okay, it'll be over soon." You reassure him, and with a small sigh, his body loosens slightly.

"What kinda cookies?" Brawn queries softly, he mostly just wants a distraction.. but he can't say he wouldn't love a cookie right about now. Of course, you know why he's asking and plan on giving him a show of a life time. You hum and tilt your head side to side, weighing your options. "Oh come on, I'll be good! I promise.." He gently paws at your arm with his free hand before giving you a cute little begging face that could even rival that of puss in boots himself. "And you call Y/N a suck up... Look at you, begging like a sparkling." Ratchet comments, you hear Blaster burst out laughing in the background. "Oh, shut up, Blaster! I know how you are with 'em." Brawn retorts before he pouts grumpily at Ratchet's words. "Yeah, but have you ever had Y/N's cookies, Ratchet? They're divine.. Kid could scout out a good recipe from a mile away!" Brawn praises, making you all flustered and mushy. What they don't know is that you often edit them to your liking, making them kinda your own recipe. You hide your face by turning away.. as if he didn't catch that cute little flush across your cheeks and that pretty little shy smile. Let the man see your cute little face! He needs it, it brings him joy! Ratchet nods softly before answering. "Yes Brawn, I'm pretty sure most everyone in the ship's had at least one of y/n's cookie before. I know they're good, but still. Have some pride, you dingbat!" He playfully thumps him upside the forehead with the back of his hand, splattering Brawn's own blood all over his face.

Brawn scoffs then spits off the side of the berth onto the floor, his saliva nearly landing on Ratchet's foot. Damn, he even managed to get it in his mouth. "That was uncalled for, Ratchet." He pouts, Ratchet chuckles softly. "Sorry, I just felt like getting some pay back for your hard-helmed aft being difficult earlier." Ratchet replies blatantly as he finishes up what he was doing. You hear footsteps in the background and glance over your shoulder at the culprit, Blaster waves at you and mouths 'Gettin' more cookies!' and throws up a thumbs up, you nod and shoot him a small smile before turning back to Brawn and Ratchet.

"Now Y/N, I need you to pull the tubing up to where I can reach it easier and hold it there, yes? You know I won't hurt you with the welder." Ratchet asks softly as he rubs some reassuring circles into your back, absentmindedly getting blood all over you. Luckily, these are your spare, rarely used, clothes anyway. You know better than to bake in your good clothes, batter gets every where, even somehow making it's way into your hair. You nod and do as you're told, you gently pull up on the tubing, surfacing it. Brawn winces and groans loudly before tensing and sighing through gritted denta. "This sucks." He grumbles, Ratchet tuts at him. "Well, maybe next time you'll learn not to go head first into enemy territory.. alone. Maybe for once in your life, this'll be a learning experience." He retorts grouchily, Brawn audibly guffaws at him. "HA! Yeah right!"

A few moments of silence goes by before Brawn speaks again, this time just to pester you. "Now.. what kinda cookies were they, again?" Ratchet groans dramatically as you giggle at Brawn's persistence. "They're sugar cookies." You respond proudly, you feel a bit of pride well in your chest. Truthfully, you think you did a pretty dandy job, you're very proud of yourself. They turned out way better than you thought they would. "Yeah?" He asks sort of suspiciously, like he doesn't trust that they're just sugar cookies.. Which they technically aren't with the extra ingredients you added.. you think. "Yeah." You answer sweetly, acting all innocent for him, making him cock an optical ridge. "Got some vanilla extract in there?" Ah yes, how could you forget about Brawn's vanilla obsession. "Mhm, they do. They've got some other things in there too." You taunt, he tilts his helm at you. "Yeah?" He asks interestedly, he begins to tap on the berth with his index servo as he thinks about the many possible ingredients you coulda used. "Yeah." You respond blatently, a few moments silence goes by before Brawn speaks again. "Such as?" He pries, he's gotta know what's in there, he's a very curious bot, it'll drive him nuts if he doesn't. And of course, you know this well. "I'm not telling." You tease as you turn your head away from him, just to annoy him. "Oh come on! I'd tell you!" He retorts desperately as he throws his free hand up in the air in a pout. You turn to look at him, then you 'Hmpf!' at him. "No you wouldn't." You retort honestly, a few seconds go by before he nods and hesitantly gives in.

"Yeah you're right, I wouldn't... Guess I'll just have to try 'em myself to find out, huh?" You smirk mischievously at him and nod. "Oh, I see you're game now. You're lurin' me in." He points accusatory servo at you, you bat your lashes innocently in response. "Whatever, Hey blaster! If you go back out there and get some more cookies, bring me one, yeah?" Silence echos through out room.. Well, silence other than Ratchet working on him. "Blaster? ..blaster?" He mumbles as he raises up to look around.. to Ratchet's dismay. Ratchet holds his helm in his hands before letting his arms fall to his sides as he glances over at you and gestures to the wiggly bot. You giggle at him and nod, mouthing 'I know'. He rolls his optics before pushing Brawn back down onto the berth with a single hand on his chest.

"Blaster left like five minutes ago to get some more." You inform him. "Oh slag!" He reaches up at touches his audial sensor with his servos. "Hey Blaster... can you bring me a cookie.... Can you bring.. a few cookies..? ..Okay good, thanks." He lets his hand fall to his side before he sighs and closes his optics, settling into place. "Alright, continue." He says as he lays his hand on his chest with a small sigh, mentally preparing himself for the slight stinging from Ratchet's tools. You and Ratchet stare at him for a few moments before Ratchet heaves a heavy sigh and begrudgingly starts working on him again. "By the way, we don't need to touch our audial sensors to communicate over comms, I just wanted you to know that. It's just a mannerism many bots have, we're not sure why they do it." Ratchet comments as he finishes up on a tube and switches to another. "OUCH! HEY!" Brawn exclaims loudly, apparently Ratchet's grip was a bit too firm. "Sorry Brawn, this one's slippery." Ratchet mumbles as he focuses, Brawn huffs before hiding his face with his hands, sulking at him. "I know, Bumblebee told me recently.. I think it's pretty interesting." You reply, choosing not to comment on their little spat.

"It must be a mental thing." Ratchet replies as he shoots a glare over at Brawn, who's staring right at him through his servos. Brawn throws up his hands offendedly before laying them over his chest. "No need to be rude, frag.." He grumbles before huffing and wiggling around a bit more. "Brawn!" Ratchet shouts as he slams the tool on the berth next to him with a loud 'Clang!'. "Sorry! Sorry... It's just uncomfortable." Brawn mumbles guiltily before settling again. "I'll be still, I promise." Ratchet glances over at you, his expression alone expressing his disbelief before he carefully lifts the tool and continues.

Only a couple minutes of silence goes by before Brawn abruptly touches his servos to his audial sensor again and shouts over comms. You and Ratchet both visibly flinch at the sudden burst of energy and sound. "AND DON'T EAT THEM ALL ON YOUR WAY HERE, I KNOW YOU! YOU HAVE A REAL PROBLEM, BLASTER! DON'T DO IT! I WANT TO EAT ONE TOO!" He lowers his hand to his side before loudly groaning and touching his servos to it again. "I DON'T CARE, DONT!" He lowers his hand once more before sighing contently, you can't help but laugh at him, you slowly lower your head to his stomach and giggle into his plating. "What?" Brawn asks confusedly. "Just.. everything." Ratchet replies honestly with a slight snicker before he finally finishes his work and sets his tool to the side. Brawn scoffs at him, he chooses to ignore his comment rather than ask about it. He pokes on your back then tenderly pulls on your hands to signal to you that the task is done. You slowly raise up and retract your hands as Ratchet picks up one final tool and quickly welds Brawn shut. "Ow.. OW.. OWWW!" Brawn hisses as Ratchet seals the wound with a laser. That's gotta hurt, you feel bad for him. You rub soothing circles around his newly welded plating, not daring to touch the hot metal. "Oh hush, it's over, alright?" Ratchet retorts as he practically chunks the tool to the side on a nearby counter, then he grabs you by the waist and carefully carries you over to the sink to wash you off, totally fucking up all the attention Brawn was getting. "It may be over, but it still hurts!" Brawn whines pissily as he sits up, he runs his servos over the welding work, feeling its bumps and lines.

Ratchet feels the temperature of the water pouring from the faucet before he dips your little hands in there, carefully running his servos over your palms and fingers to clean them. "Ratchet.. you don't have to. I can clean them myself.." You mumble poutily, he tenderly bumps the side of his helm into you before responding. "I want to.." His tone is so soft and loving, it makes your little heart melt. You quietly watch as he trails soapy suds all across your small hands and wrists, then he carefully rinses them off before he grabs a towel between two clean servos and lays it on top of your head playfully. You giggle at him as you dry yourself off. He smiles lovingly at you before he washes his own hands, after which, he picks you up and sets you back onto the berth with Brawn to keep him company and wanders off with his tools to clean them.

Brawn's optics flicker over to you and his hands, once stroking his newly sealed wound, fall into his criss crossed lap. You plant a small kiss on his chassis before you carefully begin to wipe his stomach clean with the newly dampened towel, he watches you attentively before a soft rumble begins to flow from his vocalizer and viberate through out his chassis. You love whenever they purr, it's so sweet. That means they trust you so soo much and that makes you so soo happy. You smile up at him and he softly smiles back, you watch as he brings a servo over to your arm and begins to poke on you teasingly. "Thanks for being here.." He says shyly before he gently picks you up and brings you to his face, he nuzzles his cheeks into you, showing his appreciation. You bump yours into his in response.. He's such a loving bot, you love him so much.

In the background, Blaster has returned with a couple of cookies.. about four.. and he totally didn't have like seven before he got here. He hands one to Ratchet.. Well, he opens his intake and allows him to shove it in. He nods happily with a small hum of approval. That's nice, he loves how crumbily it is. Then Blaster rushes over to you and Brawn and shoves one into Brawn's intake, he hums and nuzzles into you even more.. signaling his approval. He loves the taste most of all, vanilla-y with slight hint of something nut-y, it's a new flavor to him... He likes it A LOT. Then Blaster shoves one into your mouth and watches with a smile as you enjoy the crumbly goodness of your own creation.

"You did good kid. Those are very nice." Brawn praises, Ratchet throws up a thumbs up from across the room, he's logging how the surgeries went on a datapad. "Very good, Y/N! Great job!" He shouts from across the way, all this praise is making you flustered and giddy. You giggle and yell a response back to him. "Thank you! I'm gIad you like them! And you.." You boop Brawn's nose, he scrunches it up at you before playfully nibbling on your finger. "And you." You boop Blaster's nose with your other hand, he smiles widely at you before giving you a big ol' lick across the cheek. You chuckle and groan softly as you playfully paw and bat at his face as he continues to lick on you. "Ahh! Bot kisses! Noooo!" You whine, earning a giggle from Blaster. He just loves to kiss on you, it's his new thing. He can't wait to do it in front of your guardian bots like Bumblebee and Optimus, that'll rouse a reaction outta them, he's sure.

"Now shoo! I was seein' the kid first!" Brawn whines as he pushes him away from you, to no aveil. They both end up licking on either cheek. Well, at least you're loved! And don't think Ratchet's forgotten about you're special little treat you get when you help out, he hasn't! He walks over and hands you your favorite lollypop flavor with a wink before walking back over to his datapad and continuing to jot down the details of the operations, making sure to give you extra special credit for being nice, helping out, and not a pain in his aft.