#generation one transformers

You exhale through your nose, dreading the prickling feeling of your limbs regaining sensation, but you know that the longer you wait, the worse it'll be. So begrudgingly, you slowly begin to stand from your spot, alerting Beachcomber and prompting him to peek over at you from his project. After all of the blood has officially rushed back into your brain, you take a few steps forward and settle your hands behind your head as you stretch your back. A small, subconsious sound rumbles from your throat as you do so, making Beachcomber smile from the sheer cuteness overload he feels in his spark from you simply existing.

Beachcomber's optics lovingly wander across your form as you idly shift your weight from one leg to the other, trying to get some blood pumping. He admires the way you seem so very relaxed today and a small blossom of pride buds in the deepest depths of his spark at the silent idea of it being because himself and the other Autobots were there, making you feel safe and secure so you can truly be yourself. A small, coy smile settles on the corners of his lips at the thought before he suddenly spots something peculiar that he hadn't noticed earlier, a dark red stain by your crotch region. He feels a jolt of intense worry pierce his entire system, his frame tightens and his optical ridges furrow as that fragile little smile falters and morphs into a small, concerned frown. "Y.. Y/N?" He queries, his shaky tone immediately putting you on guard. You expect the worse, a snake by your foot, a giant, poisonous bug on your back, or a small woodland critter of some kind swimming in your drink... But as you turned and he pointed down to your crotch, his once neutral, concentrated expression having turned into a small, worrysome frown, makes you feel a touch of pity for the man as your eyes lay sight of what was really happening. Your mind, once a panicked mess of thoughts, immediately eases into slightly stunned, but unsurprised silence. The nerve of it all, happening today of all days. You think as your gaze settles back upon the bot before you.

"Oh! Don't worry big bot, I'm alright. Do you remember that human biology discussion we had a few weeks back?" You ask softly as you walk over to him and pat his leg in an attempt to try to ground him, he stares at you for a moment before he softly nods, his frown softening ever so slightly from your touch. "It's just my period. Sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to scare you. I had been cramping today which is, as you know, a prelude to it, but I wasn't sure if it was from my period or if it was something else entirely like me pulling a muscle or something." You explain nonchalantly in a hushed, soothing tone as you run your hand across his smooth, warm plating, giving his shin a few rubs. He heaves a heavy sigh, one that relaxes him to the very core, you even hear a bit of steam vent from him as his plating loosens from it's once taunt, almost bristled like a cat's fur like state and becomes it's smoothed out self once more.

"Alright then.." He replies, his voice once again a gentle sound like that of a babbling river. He begins to stand, he shoves his knife and his little statue of, from what you could tell by the quick glimpse you caught before it descended into the depths of his chassis cabin, a squirrel, and he transforms into his alt mode before slowly creeping beside you to block the other bots view of your mildly reddened crotch. He opens his passenger side door for you and revs his engine playfully, urging you to get inside. He even bothers to back up, twist around so he's facing you, and begin to slowly inch towards you from your side, making you giggle. "But I'll get blood on you!" You exclaim as you turn to face him, as a silent protest, he bumps his grill just barely against your thighs as he nudges himself against you, achieving so by just barely backing up then driving foward all dramatic like, just to pester. "So? Look at me! I need a bath anyway, I've gotten sand in every crevace of my being, let along my seats." He enthusiastically counters as he decides to eagerly bounce on his shocks to feign impatience, making you laugh even harder. He reminds you of a small puppy begging for a walk. He's right though, there's a plethora of sand all in his cabin's floors and even in the seat's cushions from all the pretty shells and things finds and shoves into his cabin when he's out snooping around, you can see it from there. He like a oddball penguin or a friendly seagull.

"Now come on, before the others see!~" He softly and teasingly commands in a hushed tone, knowing that that's the final nail in the coffin for your stubbornness. He finally stops his silly games and sits still, awaiting for you to accompany him. He can't lie, he always loves a good drive with you, even if it is during an 'emergency'.

Your gaze snaps towards the game just a little ways away before you make a small, startled noise and flencha at the thought of being seen like this before hopping into his passenger seat all theatrically and dramatic like. Beachcomber's loud, booming chuckle rings out all around you as you feel a seatbelt swirl around your form and click into place by your hip. "Man, you don't have to be so shy! It's not like they'd care, anyway." He explains, but before you can grumpily retort with a 'why did you even mention it, then', he slams his own pedal to the metal like an invisible magic act and you two start flying towards the base like a race horse on a track.

The wind flutters in your hair as you two make a fast track back to the Ark. The open field is bumpy, it's full of holes and large rocks, but luckily for you and your aching pelvis, Beachcomber's amazing shocks and tires from his off road alt mode suppresses even the hardest of jostling from the uneven terrain. You grip onto his door for moral support, your knuckles practically turning white from how tight your hold is, but by the time you do, you two are already sliding into the Ark's entrance like a drag car, throwing mud across the wall for at least ten feet as he comes to a slow reduction of speed and stops just outside of the bathroom added just for organics.

As you slowly and dazedly exit his cabin, Beachcomber lets out a low, amused snicker at the state you're in. Your clothes are all wrinkled and uneven, your hair is tangled and wisped back all crazy, and your expression is of that of pure bewilderment. "What? Did my driving make you see stars, Y/N?~" He taunts lovingly, he punctuates his statement with a little flirtatious rev of his engine before he transforms with a sudden, nonchalant motion. You glance over your shoulder at him before you pop his rear fender and begin to march towards the bathroom. "Ouch!" He exclaims, though there's no real pain in his voice, all that's there is the threatening sensation of a laugh barking out of him lingering just at the tip of his glossa. That's certinaly not selling his playful attempt at gaining some sympathy or attention. "Thank for the ride, Hot Shot." You tease as you peek out from the bathroom doorway at him all suspicious like. "Nope, that's the wrong bot." He playfully corrects as he gives you a small, friendly wave farwell. As you close the door and disappear into the bathroom, you dread the mission laid out before you: Getting the blood out of your pants and underwear the best you can before it stains, then changing your underwear and putting on that dreaded pad.

Beachcomber wanders over to a wall by the bathroom and leans against it.. before he quickly perks up again from slight nervous restlessness and decides to simply sway back and forth on his pedes as he waits for you instead, settling his hands behind his back politely as he whistles a random Cybertronian melody to fill the anxious silence. Maybe a movie might lighten to mood.. maybe it'd bring a bit of spark to an otherwise sort of sullied day for Y/N.. or would that make the day worse? No, surely not, Y/N loves cuddles! He ponders, he'd much rather hang out with you than play a game of catch any day, he was never that interested in it, anyway... It's just.. he's a bit worried that it may be inappropriate to ask someone who's on their period to do that. He's not sure what the social rules of it are, really. What if it's a private thing and he offends you by asking to be close to you so he can help out? But then again.. what if it makes your day? He'd do most anything to make your day, and... you know, what if you really appreciate the fact that he wants to take care of you and make you feel better and he's just overthinking it?

As you open the bathroom door, he flinches sky high, his train of thought completely derailing as he pauses to glance over at you. His optics scan over your form protectivly, you look healthy, even if you're a bit grumpy lookin', but your pants are.. well, moist, faintly pink at the crotch, but that's better than nothing, in his opinion. His expression softens as he admires you, he thinks he's gonna take a chance and ask you anyway, it never hurts to try, right? He shyly walks over and meets you at the door before kneeling down so he's at a more intimate level with you... in his mind.

"Do you... uhm.. want to maybe watch a few movies together instead of going back out there? I just think it might be better for.. you know," He gestures vaguely to your cortch. "to relax during such a time. You know, dehydration and all that jazz.... It's hot, you'll sweat, you're bleeding, you need water, plenty of it, I can make you some fruit infused water for vitamins or somethin' and maybe make you a snack while you rest..." He gingerly offers, you smile softly at him as he continues to ramble on, trying desperately to convince you to stay. "If I'm being honest, I'm not entirely sure what the rules for this sorta thing are, if this is private and no one should intervine or if I can help out or... I don't know.... if that's allowed." He mumbles nervously as he coyly rubs the back of his helm. He's now unwaveringly observing the ridges of the floor rather than looking into your eyes. He feels as though any resolve he has may crumble like a dry brick of clay in his hands if he even so much as dares to peek at your growing reaction. "I'd love to." You announce happily, Beachcomber perks up instantaneously and quickly snaps his gaze back to you, his optics wide with a sudden excitement. The previous nervousness that hadconcurred the mech has all but melted from his entire person. "And you can be as involved as you want to be, Beachcomber. I really and truly appreciate the aid and support. You're such a good guy.." You admit as you beam a warm, absolutely charmed smile his way.

As for the ways he expresses love the most, he's definitely an acts of service and physical touch type of guy, but he's also a big praiser, as well. He lets you know he's there for you every step of the way, no matter what trouble may unfold before you both by helping out with any projects you may have and holding your hand every step of the way all the while telling you just how incredible of a job you're doing. And if you're just feelin' down in the dumps and the only enemy you really have is your own fatigue and anxiety, he'll be sure to massage your back or scalp, giving you the full spa treatment until you feel refreshed and rejuvenated.. In truth, he loves making you feel relaxed and loved, it's one of his favorite pastimes.

Jazz isn't the biggest cuddle bot, but he adores it when he's in the mood! He usually doesn't wanna push you though, he always feels so weird and dorky randomly coming up to you and asking for attention, so you're most always, minus a handful of times, the one to initiate it. Pressing your palm against his leg or knee is all you need to do to get his attention, within an instant, he'll pluck you up and snuggle you against his chassis, that way he can feel truly close to you. However, if he does happen to initiate it, he usually does so not by words, not by subtle signaling, but by slowly inching closer and closer to you until his helm's practically in your lap, only then does he plop down and coil himself around you protectively like a dragon hoarding treasure. Even if he isn't in the mood for the whole snuggle shabang, he'll compromise by settling you in his lap so you can be close anyway. And of you're not in the mood, that's fine too! He'll just sit nearby as to not overwhelm or crowd you, but close enough to where he's there if you wanna talk about anything or engage with him. He'll even whip out his datapad and read up on some mission stuff or some new music industry drama so you don't feel pressured.

He doesn't really have a favorite snuggle position, so long as you're pressed at least semi-near his spark in some way, he's fine. But if you choose one where you're not, he'll riot by pulling you against it with a huff before whining on and on all theatrical like about it.

"What? You're givin' me the cold shoulder now, baby? And I thought we were inseparable; shows what I know. -Short, exasperated sigh- Gotta be careful with hotties like you, stealin' hearts only to throw them out later... Such woe for a poor, old bot like me... so charming and handsome.. and talented.. who loves so VERY deeply... Gonna get my spark broke by a maneater. -Tisk- What's even worse is that I'll probably like it."

Most of his downtime goes towards helping out people around the base with things like chippin' in by carrying some random stuff for someone or tinkering with electronics, but more often than not, his time goes towards basic repair stuff, like fixing a broken gun trigger or buffing out a dent that someone accidentally slammed into a console during a scuffle. However, when he can, he dedicates the other half to you, even if he does have to read up on some 'super secret spy files' while he does so. Actually? That's just fine with him, he's a great multitasker, and he's found that he retains more and can focus better with you by his side, anyway. But on a normal evening with no business whatsoever, he always has a few ideas as for what to do, like a movie night cuddle sesh or a night on the town just seein' the sights, but if you have an idea you'd like to throw in there, he's more than willing to try anything as long as you're by his side. But he must say... he does love a good drive with you tucked all nice and snug in his backseat stargazin' through his windows, you look so beautiful in the starlight. And if neither of you have much time and have things you have to do while you hang out, that's perfectly manageable in his opinion! He'll snuggle up right next to you, holding you close to him as you two work on whatever it is you're both up to.

Little tokens of affection for Jazz are some of the sweetest things in the entire world, the man's made of sugar and clouds wrapped in a tough metaly armor. Like if he notices you're tired and feeling rough around the edges lately, he'll go out of his way to either give you an entire spa day (or at least for as long as he can before he's called to help with something) complete with scalp, back and foot massage, plus anywhere you're sore at, a nice, bubbly bath with your favorite scents, accessories, and flower petals, a warmed towel to dry you off with, and a nice toasty cuddle. Or he'll do something fun and personal that you absolutely adore doing, whatever it is, no matter how strange, he'll do it. Any weird hobby, any oddly specific location you like to go to occasionally, or any activity you've been wanting to do is up for grabs whenever you feel upset. He also loves to make a nice, pipin' hot cups of tea for you constantly, he loves the fact herbal teas are healthy, but also delicious, it makes him feel useful both towards your actual physical health and your happiness.

If he ever gets fussy or mad at you, it will be the most blatant thing ever imaginable because he's a huge fan of 'the silent treatment'. If you come to talk to him, he won't look away from you or pretend like you aren't there like some other bots would, he won't even try to run away from you or yell at you, he'll just simply sit there silently with his arms crossed, staring at you unamusedly, listening to whatever it is you're yammering on about because at the end of the day, he's still endlessly devoted to you and respects you enough to listen (and is genuinely curious to know what you're saying, if he's being honest). If he's mad because it's something you did, all you really have to do is sincerely apologize and he'll be your lapbot once again. But if it had nothing to do with you, all you gotta do is reassure him and give him a nice shoulder rub, he'll melt like chocolate in 100 degree heat in your hands, he'll be back to his nonchalant, sugary sweet self in no time! But if he did something wrong to make you mad, he always realizes immediately afterward and will profusely apologize for up to days after (sometimes even weeks). Of course, you always forgive him practically right away, he's just too loving to ever be truly livid with for long, but he stays mad at himself for weeks (sometimes up to months, it depends on what kind of stupid thing he said to piss you off.. Which is always what he does, by the way, he's bad about taking a joke slightly too far, but he's gotten better about it). If you're mad for no reason, then he'll just pepper your face with kisses and nuzzle his cheek and nose against you until you're forced to fall for his charm and feel better. It's a tale old as time and works every time.

Jazz just isn't very jealous, you would think he is, but he isn't. He's confident about the strength of your bond and how unwavering your love is for each other.

Being protective, however, is a whole different story entirely. Jazz isn't possessive, that just isn't really his style, you can do whatever you please so long as you're happy and still his, he trusts you... But other people..? He doesn't trust them. If people are in a room with you he remains vigilant, wary of their movements and words towards you or about you. Some bots he doesn't worry about, the obvious ones like Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Cliffjumper.. But everyone else? Nah. They can piss off.

You're sad? ...Why come? He'll sit there acting as a soothing anchor amidst the sea storm of your swirling emotions, gently cradling your form with his hand pressed flush against your back as he listens attentively to you speak. If someone caused it, don't worry, he'll handle it. And know that he doesn't need violence to do so, he'll talk about it with them like an adult.. then mildly threaten them just a bit, so subtly that someone that's not very keen might even miss it. If it was nothing in particular that caused your sadness, then he'll chipperly comfort you and tell you some good news he heard on the TV to maybe cheer you up a bit. If that doesn't work, then how about a nice drive with some tunes, hm? That always cheers him up.

He smirks and barely chokes back a giggle before he rolls his optics at your dramatics, lifts you up, and presses you almost flush against his chest. He'll admit only to himself that he really just wanted to feel your little hands pressed against his spark.. it's one of the few 'dirty' habits he has... Even though the act of holding another person's spark is more of a trust ritual than anything, he still feels somewhat nasty for slipping such offers to you just to get you to hold onto him like this. He wonders if he told you the truth if you'd be mad at him, or if you'd perhaps take it as a sort of compliment? Or would you be disgusted..?

You certainly wouldn't be mad, you've suspected he may like it for some time now, anyway... Mostly because of the giant, goofy smile he gets any time he picks you up like this, it's not like you couldn't put two and two together.

Hmmn... What's that..? Hound ponders as he glances down at your lap. It feels oddly.. warm? Is that some kind of liquid? Your eyes widen, you feel that familiar sensation of gushing, that dreaded cold grip of that red bitch taking hold. No! Not now! You think as you look down at your crotch as if to give it a warning glare, but you fear you really just came across as a cornered animal. ..Is that the scent of blood? Hound swiftly begins to scan over your form, his optics darting from one part to another as he searches for an open wound. Surely you would've told him if you were injured? And wouldn't he have caught the scent before now if you were?

"Are you alright?" Hound tenderly asks, worry lacing his every word. His free hand settles across your back, rubbing soft circles into it as his optics stare deep into your soul, as if to try to pry the truth out from your very essence. You sigh hopelessly and glance up at him with a deep scowl on your face. "I think I started my period." You practically hiss, though a hint of disappointment seeps through, despite your livid demeanor. It always comes at the worst times! Uuuuggghhg! You poutily kick your feet as you stew in your anger.

He takes a quick peek down at your crotch before returning his unwavering gaze back up to you. "Oh.. thank Primus, I thought something terrible had happened, like you were hiding a wound from me or something of the such." He admits before taking a deep breath in, then out to stabilize his restless, anxious mind. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to worry you! And I didn't mean to- to uhm- I feel so bad-" You nervously begin, only to be promptly cut off by Hound, his tone hushed and kind.. as always. "No. Don't be sorry, you have nothing to apologize for. You have no control over such things." He replies sternly as he sets you on the ground for a moment so you can feel at least slightly less bad and so he may inspect his hand, he's always been curious about menstrual blood and what it looked like, if it was the same as normal or perhaps different in some way, he might as well take this opportunity to learn some more about you.

He brings his hand closer to his face, the lethally pungent smell of iron fills his heightened senses as he examines the red slurry just barely visible across his palm. Not much came out, anyhow.. Good, it's not too heavy yet. He heaves a sigh of relief before lowering his arm to his side and turning his attention back to you. You're standing there with a giant frown on your face, anxiously swaying as you watch him observe the mess you've made, unaware of just how intrigued he is by such a function. See, this is exactly why he didn't just switch you to his other hand so he could investigate, he knew you'd be upset about getting the other one dirty too.

He cocks an optical ridge at you, then he uses the back of his digits to ruffle your hair before he snatches you up once more. "No harm, no foul. It's just a little blood, there's nothing wrong with it, my love. I was only curious." He admits before planting a small, reassuring kiss on your forehead and whisking you away, heading back to base. "Let's get you cleaned up and hydrated." His kind words instantly ease all of your worries (even though you still feel a bit bad about it all) and you nuzzle your cheek against his chassis, right over his spark, making him tense up a touch, only for him to lax into you a few moments later. You're so thankful to have someone so very caring and understanding in your life.. You have no idea what you'd do without him here by your side every day. "Thank you.. Hound." You mumble against his chest plating, earning a small, rumbly noise from the mech's vocalizer, the sound a mixture of flusteredness, pride, and excited chirps. "You're welcome..." He mumbles his reply as he makes his way down the steep incline, making sure to be extra careful with you by his side. You're fragile luggage, after all, he wouldn't want any harm to befall you.

"Yeah well.. I just thought I'd give it a shot, it always looked fun! But obviously, it hasn't went too swimmingly..." You reply disheartedly, he glances back at the board and grimaces at the damage he's caused before he looks over at you once again, remorse hangs heavy in those bright blue optics hidden oh so discreetly behind that visor.. but not discreet enough to get by you. You feel a ping of pain hit you right in the chest, right where it hurts. You don't wanna see him sad, this wasn't even his fault!

"Hey, don't feel bad, it's not your fault, it's mine! I shouldn't have left it out here in the middle of everything, I just didn't really think about it, y'know? I was fiddling with that thing for hours, and I got so thirsty, so I thought I'd just pop into the next room real quick and grab a quick sip and bite before trying any more tricks n' stuff.. I didn't think anyone would come by, it's been pretty quiet in here lately and-...." You happen to notice the look on his face, he always looks at you kindly as you ramble on, a content smile is now plastered on his lips.. Does he... enjoy hearing you talk on and on like this? Surely not, right? Most people are bothered by it.. you wonder why he never seems to be. He peeks at the tower nestled in his hands before he very carefully holds it all in one and lowers the other for you to climb onto and join him. You peer up at his face once more, trying to feel him out, he looks sort of sad and desperate behind that little smile, almost as if he needs a friend right about now. With an instinctive smile and a reluctant nod, you hop on, and he brings you up to his shoulder to sit. You grasp his audial fin to steady yourself as he begins walking to his destination... wherever that may be.

A few moments go by before you snap back around towards him and give him a hard glare as punishment for being rude to that poor, unsuspecting buggy. He jumps back a bit from the sudden movement and raises his hands up in surrender as he just barely manages to scuttle backward, still crouched, moving like a nut. "Hey, woah! Nothing wrong with being freaky looking! I'm not judgin', it was just an observation.. Jeez... so touchy." He says as he plops his aft onto the ground after feeling like he got enough distance between you two before he sighs dramatically and throws his head back to look up at the clouds. (Like you can't chunk your shoe over there-) Then, suddenly, his attention settles elsewhere, and his hands begin to knead and bunch up some grass.. he's seemingly admiring the feeling of it between his servos. His bright optics fixate on the small blades of green and a small, content smirk adorns his lips. He's always adored the feeling, it's almost tickley to him, it's a sensation he never got to experience back on Cybertron, and it's one of the few things he cherishes here on Earth.

"Whatever! I bet they say the same thing about you." You mumble the remark, making sure it's just barely audible just to rouse a reaction from him. He quickly looks back over at you, his audial fins stiffening at the comment. "What was that?" He practically word vomits he asks so fast, you let a few moments go by before you speak again, just to tease. "Nothing." You reply nonchalantly with a shrug as you pet a leaf in an attempt to act all innocent and busy, as if that's not gonna make you seem suspicious at all. "Nothing at all." You add to further press his buttons, he quirks a brow at you before he tisks and pats the ground beneath him.. you can only assume for being a good patch of grass and being so nice and cushy before he speaks again. "You're pretty good lookin' yourself."

You furrow your brows at his response, you didn't expect that from him. No, no, don't respond, he's just trying to get a reaction out of you, ignore him. He just wants to fluster you, don't let him.

"And unlike that bug, you've got some pretty beautiful eyes that I could stare at for hours."

He's gonna keep this up forever, isn't he? You roll your eyes at him and begin to nervously gather sticks from the woodland floor to keep yourself occupied. I can't let him win, if he wins, he'll flaunt to everyone that I'm his 'cute, shy, little lover' again, and I can't let that happen, he's totally ruining my street cred! How am I supposed to get hot alien babes if he keeps claiming me like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant? He might as well pee on me- (-Quirks brow at you- That's not very family friendly, Y/N. Tisk, tisk, tisk.)

"Like how a butterfly is attracted to the sweet scent of flowers, I'm attracted to your beauty." You audibly groan at him from across the little meadow, making him laugh. It brings him immense joy to aggravate you, you have no idea. It's practically his favorite hobby, especially when you pester him back, that makes his day.

When it comes to expressing his affection, Ultra Magnus is a big praiser, it's one of his main things even in the war, he always makes sure to tell someone they've done a good job. You're no different, not really, the only distinct contrast is that you get more.. "colorful comments". Ahem. Other than that, he adores to flat out tip you over like royalty and kiss you passionately to show you his love.. along with maybe holding hands every once in a blue moon. His fans always kick into overdrive even from the simplest of things. (He's quite the shy fry, actually. You'd be surprised... or not.)

He cherishes cuddles.. but only when he wants to, much like a cat. See, if you catch him in a snuggle mood, all is well, but sometimes he gets sick of sitting around all the time (You would too if you worked as much as him.) and he gets the urge to move around, and of course you wander your little way into his workspace and want to cuddle right about that time. So he'll be all fidgety and twitchy unless you allow him to walk about with you tucked in his arms to scratch his itch... That he's always okay with.

His favorite cuddle position is lying flat on his back, practically anywhere, with you perched neatly on his chest plate.. However, his tank region is also acceptable. He also wouldn't mind some soft spoken praises and chest rubs as well while you're there... If you wouldn't mind..

Any downtime he has is dedicated strictly to you, he'll deny any offers to play poker with the older mechs, to help with any interesting projects (Even if he is increasingly tempted to participate.), or to loosen up and drink a slew of brews with the guys.. despite their consistent pestering and urging. He simply loves to be with you, whether it be while you're busy up a storm or just lounging about, he doesn't care. So please, let him stay with you for the evening.. please?

Ultra Magnus' tokens of affection include long walks on bright sunny days so you get the proper amount of vitamin D and some nice fresh oxygen in your system, not to mention a nice fresh outlook on life. Huddling up and watching both of your favorite shows together, first yours, then his, your wants always come first. And peppering your face with kisses after a long day. Don't have time for him during your spare time? That's perfectly fine, he'll just exist around you and maybe help out a bit here and there if he can. If not, then he'll work on some of his personal projects alongside you, like some knitting.. which for some reason he's found that he really enjoys doing. Figures, he has an old man personality, anyway. He's a gentleman, but you gotta tease him occasionally for being so uncle-ish too.

Don't worry, he could never stay mad at you for long, he's far too soft. He'll probably just brood for a few hours before strolling back over to you, kissing you, and mumbling a quiet 'I'm sorry, sweets' or an 'I forgive you, baby'. No matter how bad the fight was, he can't stay mad at you... even if you did manage to truly and deeply hurt him.

He claims he's not the jealous type.. but he is. Just barely, but he's still jealous, despite what he tells himself. He's the type to silently watch in the background, unnoticed, making sure no one tries anything with you, or else he'll have to 'politely' suggest that they fuck off before promptly snatching you up and leaving with you in a huff.

He's only protective, not possessive, he just wants what's best for you. That may be shocking to most, especially considering how he's most always somewhere nearby you, even if just in the next room, but it's the truth, he swears! He's known for tagging along whenever you do your chores or tasks specifically because he wants to be there just in case something goes awry (And he likes to think that his presence makes it easier for you to get it all done, that perhaps he makes it more enjoyable.), but he also does so whenever someone has you doing some stupid dangerous sport... Stupid asses from the ship playing soccer with you, don't they know that's dangerous? You're itty bitty! What if the ball bonks you on the head? ..OR WORSE? What if you get knocked out or something? Ugh!

"Be careful, big (guy or girl or bunny).. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. What if I wasn't here to catch you when you fall? ....I love you too, sweets... I know, I know.. I worry too much. But hey, at least you know I care for you... right?"

Unhappy? Ultra Magnus will do anything he can to make you feel better, whether it means doing things he's not the biggest fan of doing or handling some business you're dreading, whatever it takes, he'll do. However, as he does it, he might just fetch you some ice cream too, or whatever dessert or treat you'd prefer in hopes of brightening your spirits. That'd surely work.. right? Everyone loves treats!

You furrow your brows and cross your arms at him, expressing your discontentment. He turns around with intentions of picking you up, only to freeze as soon as he sees your little fuss fit and ends up turning back around towards the counter again. "Quit your poutin', I ain't even done nothing to ya'! Primus.." He peeks over his shoulder at you before he begins walking out the room, simply ignoring you again before you make him feel bad. He signals for you to follow with a quick motion of his fingers. "Come on, brat. I'll show you the snow..." He says sort of defeatedly, he hates to admit that your play whiny bullshit does actually make him feel kind of awful for teasin' you so much, maybe he should lighten up a bit.

But after that, you know what? It was actually pretty smooth sailing.... Other than you almost slipping off him as you climbed in and him having to catch you, otherwise though, it's all going pretty damn good!

You watch as the snowy clouds below whisp in the wind, changing shape and size constantly as the breeze bellows it forward. It's almost mesmerizing, the way it folds in on itself like dough being kneaded, the way it swirls and twirls around into a big ball of forbidden fluff.. You always thought clouds looked like cotton candy ever since you were a child, this still has not changed, you've found. "Well?" Powerglide asks, he sounds a bit bored, in all honesty. " 'Well', what?" You mumble back absentmindedly as you admire the storm beneath you two. "Was it worth flying all the way up here? Did ya' finally scratch that itch you were havin'?" Powerglide queries teasingly... He's most definitely bored, you often forget he's quite the showman, he likes doing all his fancy smancy magnificent tricks and going super fast, and here you have him, going slow as hell, doing practically nothing.. it must drive him crazy. Goes to show just how wrapped around your little finger he really is. "Absolutely.." You reply honestly, a hint of your whimsy leaking into your tone, making him absolutely giddy that he was able to do something so worthwhile.. in your eyes. In truth, you're more than happy that he bothered to blast all the way up here for you, you're incredibly grateful to even have an opportunity such as this... let alone someone who's willing to do it for you.

Hey, at least he didn't get all chilly for nothin'! You're enjoying yourself, that's a win in his book. But this is kind of a bland experience, he wonders how he could spice it up a bit. You're not the biggest fan of his stunts.. well... with you inside him. So he supposes the only other thing he could really do is to fly directly into the path of the snow, right under the clouds. He might get a bit moist but.. it'd be worth it to see you smile brighter.

You slowly wander over to the sink's edge to try to sneak a peek around his hands, but they're kind of large and hard to see around... This is the one instance where you'd say that's a bad thing. What do we have here.. You kick your legs about happily, causing you to bob ever so slightly in the water's waves as you admire the array of neat doohickeys lined in a row. There's what seems to be one of those dog-washing foaming squirt bottle things.. to be completely fair, you've always thought they looked like they'd feel really good. Then there's a rubber brush, something you've seen out and almost impulsively bought but talked yourself out of it the last second. You're especially excited for that one! And is that a small candle? It looks to be your favorite scent, you'd recognize that waxy gleam anywhere. And last, but not least, a small wine glass and a pitcher of ice cold water with some lovely fruits and berries settled within. Mmm.. you bet that'll feel smooth going down once you get all warmed up.

"Nuh uh uh." You gaze up at him curiously. "That's for later." He says with a wink before he gives the soapy foaming squirt bottle thingy a slight squeeze, shooting it out into the water with you as a warning shot.. It wasn't very foamy yet, he must be washing it first. You sigh defeatedly and meander over to the giant faucet, allowing water to pour over your head, unknowingly splashing it everywhere in the process. He swiftly shuts off the stream, but not before you accidentally topple over a few of your bubbly towers in your unknown wake of destruction. Your eyes hesitantly blink open, Where'd my water go? You furrow your brows and look up at the source. Brawn chuckles at your frustration as he reaches within himself and throws in a few bath toys in with you, probably to keep you out of trouble.. or perhaps he just genuinely forgot they were in there until now. (Doubtful.) Oooh, look! Rubber ducks and other colorful, rubber aquatic critters like otters, turtles, starfish, fishies, and sea horses bobble around the flowing, weaving water almost as if they're dancing... It's kind of hypnotizing with all the pretty bubbles encircling them, it's very distracting, to say least.. so you suppose his tactic worked.

"Ya' were gettin' it everywhere, sweetspark!" He explains with a chuckle as you grab a toy of your choice and squeeze it, then hold onto it determinedly, you've decided that it's your buddy for the rest of the bath. It seems some instincts from childhood never quite leave you, huh? Ooh.. that makes sense. I guess I probably made that mess all around the tabletop, then. You glance around at the soaking wet metal before shrugging it off and continuing to wander about the giant bath for fulfilling adventures as you await for the bathing to actually begin. It's not like it's hard to clean up water from plain ol' metal, anyway. "Not to mention, I think that's more than enough water, hun. You're gonna drain our tanks if ya' keep goin'!" He teases as he prepares the squirt bottle by pouring some of your favorite soap into it, you watch as it goopily dribbles along the sides of the container, then drips onto the bottom like some kind of syrup. Then he gracefully dips it into the bath to get some water in there, you can't have a proper squirt without water, can you? It'd probably be too thick, you'd imagine.

As he gives it a slight shake, you splash your hands in the water in protest, you wanted more water! His optics dart your way, and he cracks a small smirk at your pouty face before he focuses back on the object in hand. "You'll live, won't cha'? I'm about to bathe ya', how am I gonna bathe ya' with all that water in there? It'll overflow, lovely." He mumbles as he fiddles with settings on the nozzle's end, you huff in annoyance and turn around pissily, however, in your heart you know he's right. As you wait semi-impatiently for your personal pampering party to finally start, you begin to pop bubbles here and there from the treasure trove of bubbly masses formed all around you. One by one, 'Pop, pop, pop!'

Suddenly, you feel his servos wrap around your currently silky smooth hair, carefully detangling it, one small clump of strands at a time. You sigh and lax into his touch, you even tilt your head back a bit so he can get in there even deeper. "Thank ya', sweetness." He praises as he continues to detangle your hair with ease... you would imagine such a large being (Especially considering his destructive nature.) wouldn't be capable of accomplishing such a delicate task, yet it seems he's quite the natural at it. "It's not too bad.. I expected it to be much worse..." He admits absentmindedly, you feel his hands fall from your scalp and reach over to grab something, leaving with a 'Brawn shaped hole' in your chest. Luckily for you, before you know it, long streams of soapy suds is cascaded onto your once flowing, now wet and flat locks. He makes sure to thoroughly douse you, even bothering to lift your hair up the best he can to spray underneath to reach the rest of your scalp. Something you absolutely love about Brawn is that he's all about the details!

Then, with a 'Thunk!' of the spray bottle being sat onto the counter, he begins to very softly knead and massage your hair and scalp with his digits, first in circular motions, slowly lathering the suds into it, then small, quicker, back and forth motions to really get in there. "Ya' ready?" He queries, you lift your head up and glance at what he's holding now, the rubber brush you were 'oh so excited' about earlier. You spring to life and happily bounce and bob in the water, showing him you're more than enthusiastic about this one. He laughs at you, you're such a cutie, he just loves you to bits! "Alright, alright! Here ya' go.." He gently rakes it across your hair in a single, long swipe.. He's not quite sure how to use this one, but he assumes he can just do the same motions as his usual lathering and it'll probably feel nice? Back and forth, back and forth, he slowly pushes it into your hair, making contact with your scalp below. He gently eases it along the follicles to clean deep and thorough.

The foamy sound of tiny bubbles popping in your sudsy locks is one you never expected to be satisfying, however, you are pleasantly shocked that it certainly is! You tilt your head back, this must be heaven, right? Hm.. that ones good... He thinks before he switches it up and begins to move it in circular motions, small and precise, making sure to hit every spot he hadn't. It's all so perfect, you can't decide which you like more! The usually heavy-handed bot is so delicate with you, it brings a smile to your face. You wonder how focused he has to be to do such a thing? "Primus, ya' really like this, huh?" He teases as he throws the brush aside and grabs a plastic cup from somewhere hidden, hidden specifically so he can do.. this! He swiftly dunks it into the soapy water behind you, then splatters it all onto your head. You gasp dramatically before you slink into the water and reemerge, no longer soapy, and gaze up at him, your brows furrowed grumpily. Look at him, laughing his ass off at you. He covers his mouth and looks away to regain his composure. "Sorry, I couldn't resist... Snrk!-" As he still struggles to quiet himself, he gently grabs the wine glass from earlier and pours some of that refreshing looking fruit-infused water into it and hands it to you. You huff as you take it from him and quickly take a long, dramatic sip and look away... Hmph, it's really good.. You suppose you can forgive him... this time.