#time to...transfer headcanons over...oh boy...

THEY👏ARE 👏SWITCHES👏WHEN👏IT👏COMES👏TO👏DOM👏AND👏SUB👏DYNAMICS👏 (they're not hard-core BDSM but there are some undertones of it. The most hardcore thing they would do is occasionally tieing up servos bcuz Bee is this post)

Bee is a soft service top while Blades is a "🫦" bottom. Literally this meme

Bee likes being verbally praised a lot so they don't do much mouth stuff when it comes to him because then he wouldn't be able to if his mouth is full🤷‍♂️

Neither of them like being degraded (sadly 😔)

They love teasing each other, Blades moreso than Bee. Call him evil, but he likes seeing Bee impatient and squirm whenever he touches him

Like I said before, Bee was more reserved when it came to the berth and he was very nervous the first time. Meanwhile, Blades was barely able to contain his excitement because it's been 4 million years and then some since he's interfaced with someone, and he's extremely excited that he gets in interface with Bee and really wants to make his first time memorable. It's a miracle Bee didn't bluescreen after.

Bee did get more confident after a while. Blades completely ate it up

Blades pulling Bee away from his team to go frag, lol. Bee gets his revenge by pulling him away from the academy to go frag (what having more free time after dealing with most of the Decepticons does to mf)

They think they're slick after disappearing for an hour and coming back with smudged paint and paint transfers. They're not. Luckily, Blades is able to buff a lot of it out, but sometimes he misses something and Dani teases him relentlessly about it. ("What do you MEAN you don't even know what movie were you watching??? Is that- WIPE THAT OFF OH MY GODDDD" while smiling like a maniac bcuz she's very excited for Blades. She never got to talk about boys with her family, let her have this!)

More sensual than sexual, but I think they just like feeling each other and swooning. Bee saw Blades's attack helicopter alt mode for the first time and had to pause and, once Bee gave Blades the greenlight, he could NOT keep his servos to himself. Gross long distance relationship stuff.

Not horny, but they're definitely the type to get married (conjunxed) after 6 months of dating, lol. It's fine though bcuz it worked out horrifiyingly well for them. UGHHHHHH, NOW I WANNA MAKE A POST ABOUT THEIR CONJUNX CEREMONY!!!!!

He liked the freedom the avatar provided- though it took you some time to get it looking not so uncanny- as it meant he could go more places with you. Dates were easier now and he genuinely enjoyed learning about and experiencing human culture. And after tonight, he especially enjoyed taking you on dates to the movies. 

And that brings you to your current predicament, mildly bickering over your not at all shared opinions of the main actor in the film you two had just finished watching. Still parked smack dab in the center of the theater parking lot. 

“Two out of five matrices.” “Two out of five!? Oh come on!-“  

“I’m just saying, I actually think that main actor was pretty good looking. I mean c’mon, I chose this look for a reason-“

and Rodimus is putting his thumb and index finger up to his chin while biting his lip, “I absolutely do not think he is. Also, don’t give me the fuck boy lip bite thing, I can’t believe Swerve showed you that-“ he’s laughing his aft off at your cringed expression, “What you don’t think we look similar? I’d say I’m pretty hot in the form too,” and now he’s giving you the worst finger guns ever when there’s a small tap on the drivers window which has you both startled. 

You whip your head around to see a stranger excitedly standing there, and Roddy places a hand on your thigh protectively. He rolls down his window- his avatar nearly glitches from the transfer of focus- and the stranger doesn’t wait to start bombarding the two of you. 

“Oh. My. God. It is you! In the flesh!” neither of you can help mentally laughing at that part, “I just watched your newest release, you did such an amazing job! I- I’m a huge fan!” 

You and Rodimus give each other an odd glance, not really understanding what this guy is on about, you turn to ask him about it, “Uh, sorry, I’m not quite sure-“ the stranger interrupts, very obviously ignoring you and looking directly at Rodimus who’s growing noticeably more smug by the second all of the sudden. 

“Ugh, even your car is cool! It’s so fitting of a guy like you- the flame decals really fit the vibe!” The guy begins fishing through his jacket pocket for something while continuing to bumble his praise and excitement, and by now you’ve put together that this guy thinks Rodimus is the main actor of a movie. The movie you two just watched. The one you were arguing over. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me-’

“D- do you think you could sign this for me? I’m a really big fan, a- and so is my brother! We love your work! Are you here to watch your premiere? Ah! Sorry you must be his chauffeur?” He glances at you and Rodimus has to bite one hand- while taking the paper and pen from the guy with the other- just to stop himself from cracking up right then and there. 

You’re gritting your teeth- but nonetheless finding this moment pretty funny- clearing your throat, “No, actually. I’m his partner. You sure seem like a big fan,” but your sarcastic emphasis goes unnoticed by the stranger at the window, who is practically vibrating with excitement when Roddy hands the paper and pen back to him. 

“Oh my gosh- thank you so much! I- this is crazy, I have to go tell my brother about this. Do you think I could get a photo?” Cocky as ever, your beloved Rodimus wastes no time enabling the poor guy, “Of course you can! You know, fans like you are why I even do this job,” and he’s hoping out of his alt-mode sliding over his own hood as suave as possible supposedly to add to his “cool factor”

He quickly snaps a picture with the stranger before they bid Rodimus an awkward goodbye, and if his ego could get any more massive than right now his head might actually explode. 

“Boy, they sure seem like big fan. What with recognizing you and all,” your sarcasm is completely noticed this time but he still chooses to bask in the moment. “Hm, so what was that you were saying about the main actor not being good looking?” He’s tone is dripping with amusement and you can already tell he’s going to milk this moment for all it’s worth, “If you had let me finish you would’ve heard me attempting to say that you’re much more attractive than that actor,” and the way you playfully turn your nose up at him in a pout makes him want to smother you in kisses right there, but the threat of that stranger seeing you two subsequently fog up the windows of his alt-mode has him restraining himself for once. 

“Oh, so now when someone else gets my attention you agree, huh? Don’t tell me you’re jealous-“ “I am not!” the incredulous look you’re giving him is one he’s definitely saving to his memory banks, “All I said was that actor wasn’t very good looking- sorry that he’s not as attractive as my partner- sue me!” Clearly your argument has continued, but you’re both laughing and he absolutely loves moments like these with you. 

“Hey, at least they didn’t think you were talking to an empty car, then they’d have really thought you were crazy-“  “Technically I’m talking to the car itself, so yes, I am crazy.”  “Yeah, crazy about ol Roddy over here~“  “Pfft, yeah right.”  “Ouch. Direct hit, lose a life.”  “Oh please- I got called your chauffeur ten minutes ago.”  “HA! That was hilarious and you know it! Hm, and he doesn’t even know it’s the other way around. Taking my little sweetspark anywhere they wanna go-“ neither of you make any progress towards leaving the theater parking lot, despite it now becoming dark with how long you’ve been bickering here.

 It’s comfortable, happy and his front seat is warm. You’re smiling and laughing and those are two of the things he loves most in the world. Oh he’s definitely going to bring you on more movie dates with this holoform- 

“At least that guy appreciates me,” “You little shit-“ 

Arcee

The breeze was subtle, but cool enough in the early days of spring for you to feel it through your clothes. 

The spot you and Arcee were currently perched at was often empty, frequented mainly by the two of you after long days of working. She enjoyed taking you for drives when you felt stressed, letting you vent about your day and your frustrations as much as you wanted. Of course you returned the favor, and she appreciated that greatly. Always a sweet and thoughtful partner, she’s grateful to have you. 

Equally as thoughtful, she’d found a way to use her alternative abilities to make a helmet for you, similar to the technology used to make her holoavatar, so it was tangible and could protect you if something happened. Not that anything ever would while you were with her but still. Traffic laws do apply to her, even if it’s annoying. 

Obviously she still wanted to talk to you on your drives, so she’d added a small mic and speaker similar to what a Bluetooth helmet has specifically for you. And that is where the problem arises. 

You two are having your normal ‘catching up after work’ partner talk when a stranger spots you seemingly talking to yourself. They approach you from behind where you can’t see, but Arcee spots them immediately. She’s quick to let you know of their presence, and that she can drive off if you feel unsafe. I mean, a random stranger approaches you in the middle of the evening, almost nightfall, while you’re presumably alone? Yeah, she’s not having that. 

“If you want to go, just tell me. And if they try to touch you I make absolutely no promises I won’t run them over.” She’s always been very protective, both to you and her team. Nevertheless you don’t sense any real hostility from the stranger as they come closer, so you just offer a loving pat to the top of her fuel tank. 

“It’s okay, I’ll let you know if I wanna go. They look friendly though,” you’re cut off by the stranger clearing their throat, and you take off your helmet while semi turning to face them, still firmly on the seat of Arcees alt mode just in case. 

“Hey, that’s a really good looking bike dude!” Ah, so that’s why they came over. Must be a bike junkie then. You can feel the vibration of Arcee inaudibly sighing from beneath you, a bit relieved. 

“Oh, thank you! Are you into bikes?” You might as well make a bit of conversation, shouldn’t be any real harm, right? 

“Yeah, I’m a mechanic actually! But I mainly work on bikes,” and the excited stranger begins to ramble for the next several minutes about their favorite bikes and makers, not really letting you get anything more than a noise of confirmation in. He only stops when he finally notices the helmet you’re holding to your hip. 

“Huh, what kind of helmet is that? I’ve never seen one before,” oh shit, now how do you respond to that? It’s not like anyone makes these helmets. You’re fully aware that responding with ‘my giant alien robot girlfriend made it for me’ isn’t really a sufficient answer. 

Arcee can’t really offer you any assistance at the moment given the strangers proximity, so you’re stuck fumbling for a moment over your words, “Oh- uh, it’s just from the same place my bike is from, that’s all-“ but the stranger isn’t convinced, giving you a questioning look. “What? No it’s not, that’s a totally different brand? This bike company doesn’t make helmets like that- Are you sure you know anything about motorcycles?“ And you have to quickly put a hand back on Arcee to stop her when you feel her start to roll, ready to back into the person. 

You can hear barely audible mumbling from Arcees speaker in the helmet at your hip, clearly annoyed with this stranger now. It was fine up until they started being a jerk. She honestly didn’t mind them asking questions about her until they said that last part. 

“Well I bought it at the same place,” and you’re internally cringing at the insinuation that you bought her, even knowing it isn’t true, “and I’d prefer if-“ 

But they speak up again, “Can I see it? If you don’t mind-” and they’re reaching out their hands, resulting in Arcee revving her engine in warning. You pull the helmet further away from them and lean slightly back, “Ah no. I’d rather you not.” 

They seem to get the memo, though they eye Arcee suspiciously, considering she just revved without you touching her handles. “Ah sorry, I was just curious, not tryna be pushy or anythin. You seemed to be talking to yourself earlier and I was just curious if your helmet had Bluetooth or something- bike companies like these typically never add them! It’s pretty crazy to-“ and the stranger starts rambling all over again. 

Eventually, though thankfully not as long this time, the overly curious strangers rambling comes to an end and they wrap it up, “Well, sorry for talking your ear off. You’ve got a cool bike! And that helmet is pretty unique. Anyways, see ya around!” And they bid you goodbye with a wave, happily turning around back to their own vehicle. 

You barely get the chance to heave a sigh as you put your helmet back on, Arcee immediately chiming in, “Do you know anything about bikes? HA! Buddy they know way more than you-“ and you stifle a giggle at her words, a little flustered at the implied reason behind just why you do in fact know so much about motorcycles. 

“It’s alright ‘cee, wanna get out of here before they come back? They were kind of rude but at least they didn’t have bad intentions.” She’s already kicking up her brake and backing out of your pseudo claimed parking spot. 

“Kind of? Hmph-“ you just know she’s rolling her optics even if you can’t see them and she sighs, “You’re right, they didn’t.” A few moments pass as she pulls onto the side road leading back to town, “Wanna grab some fuel on the way back? You mentioned being hungry earlier-“ and you two are back to small talking like the stranger never bugged you begin with, and she makes the mental note to switch up the helmets appearance once you two get home. 

Mirage

You can almost feel the way the wind is violently ripping past Mirages exterior with how fast you two are going. He’s been in the lead for a while now, lapping the other drag racers more than once and stylishly drifting past the designated finish line with no competition. He’d given the others a head start for a solid minute or two, which seemed to get them laughing at you when you called it out to them from the drivers side window. But here you are, laughing in his front seat along with Mirage and celebrating yet another victory. 

You two love these nights, super late in a somewhat dingy part of town where only the drag racers and probably a few criminals go. Mirage can drive as fast as he wants and really let go of the reigns around here, no cops or humans to watch out for, no animals really either. He always keeps you safe when you’re in his cabin but he doeslike to impress you, even if you’ve already been together a while. Getting to show off just how fast he is? How skilled a driver he is to his lover? He’s all over the chance immediately. 

He has no real reason to show off, he knows deep in his spark that you two will be conjunx someday. Not like you haven’t extensively talked about it during one of your million late night drives together. 

You’re doing a cute little victory dance at the wheel while congratulating your partner on another win, “Couldn’t do it without my lucky charm,” always flirty, couldn’t stop himself if he tried. 

“Hmph, yeah I know,” you’re miming flicking your hair over shoulder as sassy as possible when the other racers finally pull up, two of them immediately skirting to a stop and jumping out of their cars. 

These two jackasses were known to be pretty competitive, when you and Mirage had first come to race they were pretty rude to you, mocking you for driving a Porsche and saying their so called speed was just for show. It seemed they had a few things to prove, or at very least to compensate for. 

They come up to Mirages door and one taps on his window pretty harshly with the back of his knuckle. It takes a lot of self control for Mirage to not open the door and slam it into the guy right there. 

The window rolls down slightly when you stealthily pat Mirages armrest twice to let him know it’s okay. He debates just driving off and leaving them in the dust, but relents. 

“See you’re having yourself a good chat huh? Wanna tell us with who? These drag racers are single participants only.” The guy seems pretty peeved, if not from his tone giving it away it’s certainly evident by his reddened face and body language full of attitude. 

“I’m alone, actually. Was just celebrating another win.” I mean, it’s not a full lie. Mirage is the one driving, not you. Still, you immediately think that you probably shouldn’t have mentioned beating them again, given the situation, but also don’t feel too bad considering they’d tapped on Mirages exterior a bit too harsh for your liking. Could’ve broken his window with that force if it wasn’t alien in nature.

They both appear more pissed after that, “Huh, yeah. About that, you never seem to take the pot. Alone or not, you just come here to show off, don’t you? Wanna feel good about yourself? Is that all this is to you?” He’s not technically wrong, Mirage does like showing off. Also likes the feeling of getting to let loose, feels good, like a human stretching. But you also don’t really understand why the guy takes all this so seriously, it’s just meant to be fun. 

“I don’t take the pot because I’m just having fun.” You bite your tongue at the urge to say they could try it sometime if they’d stop being so shitty. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking my leave.” You’re keenly aware that there’s multiple other people watching now, and also aware that Mirage can’t really transform if he needed to while they’re all here. You attempt to roll up the window and the other guy reaches his hand in to stop you, Mirage immediately revs his engine and his wheels kick up dust, wordlessly telling you to just give him the signal if you want him to crush the guys hand. 

“Fine, whatever, but just know this,” the first guys face gets all too close to the glass, you can feel his breath, “We are going to beat you someday, fair or not.” 

They both back off, returning to their cars as one of their other buddies smacks them on the shoulder, clearly proud of themselves. The window rolls up and Mirages interior seems warmer now. 

“HA! As if they could beat me. Fair or not? What’re you gonna do, pop my tires?” 

A poor attempt at stifling a laugh and the racer from before seems even more mad back at his car where he’s watching you. You grab the wheel as Mirage starts to speed off, making a show of turning in the flashiest way he can, even using an old drainage pipe as a partial ramp to get a few feet of air. 

You two are cracking up, eyes watering when you look in his rear view and see the two guys seething. 

“Babe, you don’t have to antagonize them ya know, it’s not like they could beat you if they tried. Only another bot could.” 

“You really think another bot could beat me?! I thought you said I was your favorite speedster! The fastest bot you’d ever met!” He’s supposedly offended by your words, but you can hear the smile in his voice. 

You lovingly pat his wheel twice, resting your other hand on his gear shift, “You know you’re my favorite baby, and the fastest too.” You’re somewhere between smirking and genuine when you say that, and he thinks that’s one of his favorite smiles on you. Playful and carefree. 

“Hmph- damn right I am,” he’s driving slower now, back to a more normal pace as you two turn onto some empty dirt roads. “If they’d tried to lay even a servo on you I would’ve run them over.” He playfully whispers the last part, he’d never let anyone hurt you, he’s made that abundantly clear. If Mirage is anything, it’s loyal. Silly, goofy, extra flirty and the very definition of extroverted- and loyal. 

“I know, I know. But those guys are all talk anyways, got a chip on their shoulders or somethin,” Mirage rolls his front windows down slightly, allowing the late night breeze to brush over your skin. Even summer nights were hot, so the air was appreciated. Your content sigh and the closing of your eyes brings him a lot of peace, knowing you’re safe, having fun and relaxed with him makes him so happy. Warms his spark like nothing else. These moments with you are his absolute favorite. Several moments of comfortable silence pass over the two of you as you go down the dirt roads, and your ever so antagonistic, albeit playful, lover speaks up,

“Do you think those guys would be even more angry if I used my energon thrusters next time?” 

First Aid 

Working across the street from a hospital had it’s obvious downsides, but it did have one upside. A sweet, massive, red and white upside, who happens to give very good hugs. 

Your lovely partner, First Aid, was able to pick you up from work without it looking too out of place. An ambulance in the parking lot? That’s normal, just don’t look too closely at the decals on the side. 

You two had fallen into a routine, he would pick you up from work, take you to the Protectobots base, and you’d share stories about your day. Hearing all sorts of weird and wild med-bay experiences was a nice way to unwind after a shift. 

You had a particularly rough day today, that much he could tell by the slump in your shoulders and bags forming under your eyes as you left the employee door of your building. 

His drivers side door swings open as soon as you’re within a few feet, and you step up onto the little ledge just outside his door. His center console lights up when he sighs, a soft voice emanating from the  radio, red light blinking in time with his voice. “Rough day, huh?” 

You sigh with a low head, ache from the long shift seeping into your bones, wanting to leave the stress at work and not invade your time with your lover. 

“Real rough, boss was a huge jerk, customers were worse. Coworkers who closed didn’t do anything last night.” 

You barely looked able to hold yourself up at this point, so exhausted you might fall over if the wind blew hard enough. He wanted to reach out and hug you to his chassis right there, let you drift to sleep in his servos while the purr of his engine lulled you, but he couldn’t. 

He settles for comforting you as best he can, “I’m sorry sweetspark, how about when we get to base, I’ll run a bath and grab some snacks? We can watch a movie if you’d like?” 

He says it so sweetly you could cry, and you even feel a hint of glassiness in your eyes when he comforts you, “Yes- yes, please.” 

Just as you’re confirming your desire for a night in with your partner, an unknown voice from behind you gets your attention. 

“Excuse me, are you alright?” 

You turn around, still holding onto Aid for support, and find a very worried looking stranger, clearly talking to you. 

“Oh- um, y-yes I’m just fine thank you,” you tried to reply kindly, stumbling and afraid your tone might be harsh after the long day you’d had. 

“I saw you talking to yourself and was a little worried,” They pause for a moment to collect their thoughts. Oh great, they think you’re crazy. “You know, I was a med student too once. I get it. The work is hard, days are long and often thankless. But you really are doing wonderful work.” 

You realize after a moment of confusion that they’re assuming you’re a med student given that you’re hopping into an ambulance and in a work uniform, probably also because you look like you haven’t slept in days. 

“Oh, actually, uh-“ you try to rationalizing how to tell them you’re just driving home from work, but decide against it. First Aid often has long days at the med bay and could probably use the words from this kind stranger too, you think. 

“Keep your head up, okay? You’re doing great, and you’ll get through this. If no one else does, I believe in you.” This random stranger, who was just worried about someone they thought was probably crazy for talking to themselves or their car, an ambulance at that, had just hit you with such nice words you’d actually begun to cry. Grateful tears fell on your cheeks, but only a few. 

You heave in a sigh and a breathy laugh escapes through your words, “Thank you. You’re very kind, I’ll do my best. You too, okay?” 

The kind stranger just smiles at you and beings to turn away before parting, “Thank you, I will. Have a good night, and try to get some rest!” They call over their shoulder as they get into their own vehicle, and you watch for a second as they drive off, before turning back to Aid, who is patiently waiting. 

“They were very nice, I hope they have a good night.” He’s so compassionate, you hop in his front seat, he gently closes his door and snaps your seatbelt into place while you wipe your cheeks on the end of your shirt. 

“Yeah,, I think we both needed to hear that,” Aid hummed at your words, the vibration from his voice almost a massage against your sore back. 

“Heh- I have to agree. It’s nice to hear, not that I need it of course but-,” he always tries to say he doesn’t need thanks. It’s obvious he doesn’t do his work for praise or fortune but still, he could accept it once in a while. “But it means a lot to hear it from someone so earnest. And for the record, I believe in you too.” 

At this point you’re smiling, hands relaxed in your lap and head leaned back against the headrest. “You too, my love. Wanna go grab food before we head back? I’ll get that milkshake you like from the diner,” and you already know his answer. He loves sharing them with you, saw it once in a movie and thought it was just so romantic. He once told you all about how sharing food on Cybertron, especially during the war, was such a meaningful way to show you loved someone, with the energon shortage and all. 

“Absolutely, that sounds great,” you can hear the smile in his voice, “I’m happy you’re feeling a little better. Let’s get some fuel and I’ll take care of you back home.” 

You can’t really focus on why your shift was so bad when you’ve got such a sweet partner, and that kind stranger really reminds you that there are still nice people in the world, even when customers are butts sometimes. 

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Note: these were fun, I had more planned but I’ll get to them eventually:p

“so, where’d you serve?” -tim

he was cute and all, you just weren’t ready to fall in love again—or ever

“you know, i think tim really likes you, l/n” -lucy

“oh, i know” -you “you don’t become a sergeant in the army and not be able to tell when a boy has a crush on you”

“so? you don’t like him back or something. he’s a great guy, he was my TO. i mean, he’s a hard ass, but like, he’s a great guy” -lucy

“i appreciate you trying to help, but i’m not here looking for a relationship, chen” -you

harper and lopez would rag on him constantly for not making a move

“they just got here, i’ll give it a few more months” -tim

“it’s been a few months, what’s really going on?” -lopez

“yeah, bradford, i never took you for a shy guy” -harper

“we’ve been out for a few beers, it’s just…” -tim

“well, spit it out!” -lopez

“y/n just got divorced and told me they don’t want to get into anything serious—ever again” -tim

“wow, your dream partner just walks into your life and is unattainable by means of hating all men” -harper

“well, you thought you’d never find love again after your divorce and look at how far you’ve come, tim. at least give it a little time” -lopez

“isn’t that what i just said?” -tim

“i get where y/n’s coming from, though. i mean, after i got divorced i was over all men forever. now i’ve got a husband and another beautiful daughter” -harper

tim felt really discouraged, he thought you were perfect for him but he understood that dating a coworker was complicated. so was divorce

but instead of trying to get you, he tried to be there for you

“how’ve you been. new station, new city, new start?” -tim

“it’s fine. taking it day by day” -you

“you know, i could give you some good restaurant recommendations or something?” -tim

“no thanks, lucy beat you to it” -you

“of course she did. you know, she used to be my rookie” -tim

“she told me right after she told me you have a crush on me” -you

tim got red in the face very fast

and you made sure to keep your composure just long enough to make it awkward

“she…she did, did she?” -tim, through clenched teeth

“yep” -you, starting to laugh

“you’re messing with me” -tim

“i’m not, actually. i just think its cute you’re embarrassed” -you “but you already know my story”

“i do. and i hope you can take the time you need before you agree to go out with me, because i don’t think i’m gonna get you out of my head anytime soon” -tim

“ooh, sergeant bradford, i didn’t think i’d get to see this side of you. you’re always tripping over your words with me” -you

“well, i had a helpful talk with some meddling detectives” -tim

“i can take a guess who you’re referring to” -you

“i’d love to grab a beer with you sometime if you’re not ready to date yet, but i’d love to grab dinner with you if you are” -tim

“i’ll give dinner a thought, but for now drinks will do” -you

tim started treating you mostly normal and getting his confidence back since spilling his guts to you over drinks, and the girls were cheering him on every time you were within 20 feet of each other

he started treating you professionally, with a few winks and sly comments here and there

“so, you’re giving bradford a chance?” -lopez

“i’m giving a chance to giving him a chance” -you

“i feel you there, after my divorce i couldn’t imagine dating again, but i’m glad i found it in me to give my husband a chance” -harper

“he’s a good one?” -you

“eh, i’d give him a solid 6 out of 10” -lopez

“yeah? well i’ve been debating taking him up on that dinner, but that six rating really convinced me” -you

you finally found caught tim after shift and gave him the good news and he couldn’t be more excited

really, he’d been planning this date for weeks

and it went amazingly

“can i kiss you?” -tim

“only if you want to” -you

the first time you would meet jyugo would be at the new year's tournament ! you didn't participate because you were newly transferred and unaware of what the tournament was !

you crossed his path while kiji ranted about the nasty inmate who was beating his two beautiful boys in kurata. while you were somewhat listening to his complaints, you locked eyes with jyugo.

his eyes widened yet the rest of his face showed no emotion, but he could feel his heartbeat pick up. a smile gracing your face as you waved to him, turning your attention back to kiji because he was whining about you not listening to him.

ever since that moment he couldn't get you out of his head and for the first time ever he felt something he had never felt before; something called desire.

ෆ˚₊ how he asked you out ! ₊˚ෆ 

he definitely expects you to be afraid of him after the stunt he pulled at the tournament. he thinks that he'll never have a chance with you now, because he's a monster. 

he was so enamoured by you though. he still couldn't shake the feeling you gave him from just a small smile. so once he makes it back into his cell with the other inmates he decides to ask the three guys that know most about women. even though they didn't end up helping at all.

he stays up all night trying to come up with some kind of plan, something that would really capture your attention and it finally hits him around midnight. he falls asleep with a small smile on his face from thinking about you. once he woke up he went straight to kazari asking her for a small favor. two new plushies to add to the claw machine !

the next morning you were taken to building 13's game room. you walk around inspecting the area and how big it is. each game lighting up your eyes. jyugo stares at you from afar, taking in your gorgeous form looking at each game with a glint in your eye. uno definitely has to nudge him in your direction giving a wink of encouragement.

he begins walking towards you, taking a deep breath in to steady his nerves. he stands behind you, getting ready to chicken out but before he can you turn around sporting a big smile on your face.

"oh hey i remember you! from the new year's tournament right? i don't think we've met yet! i'm y/n! inmate number 0340 from building 3 cell 5! and you are?" you grab his hand and start shaking it with a smile that never falters. 

after introductions he takes you over to the claw machine, talking about how they added two new plushies to it. jyugo would be really good at the claw machine all of a sudden, because now he has something to look forward to winning. 

he grabs the two plushies that he won and hands them to you. a plush of you and kuu. you squeal in delight "oh my gosh! how did you know i love cats?" you hug the plushie close to your chest before examining the next one he won for you. 

it's you, a small plush with no details missing. you coo at it before looking at jyugo to thank him, but before you can say anything another plush catches your eye. you walk over to the machine moving the claw, winning the plush that had caught your eye. you grab it and hold it close to you. handing him the small replica of you, while holding his plush counterpart. 

kiji beckons you over telling you it's time to leave. you turn to face him and place a kiss on jyugo's cheek, thanking him for the fun time. his face grows a shade of red, putting the tips of his hair to shame. 

before you go he grabs your hand while looking down. he mumbles something under his breath and you ask him to repeat. 

"would you please go out with me?"

ෆ˚₊ how he is as your boyfriend ! ₊˚ෆ 

when he breaks out of his cell at night he brings kuu with him to go and see you. you three cuddle until kiji finds him in your cell and kicks him out. 

if hajime though he broke out a bunch before then he's really in for it now. he finally has something to break out for and nothing's gonna stop him from seeing you. he also gets his ass beat a lot more now 

when he sleeps he holds the plushie of you every night. it's never not with him. the boys make fun of him for it but he doesn't mind it because it maks him feel closer to you. sometimes they'll hide it and watch as he freaks out tearing the whole cell apart searching for it.

he always tells begs hajime to ask kiji if you can visit him in any of your free time. most of the time he gets yelled at but you still end up hanging out with him during your guys' free hour. 

he LOVESSS to cuddle. he's never felt this kind of warmth before so when he gets the chance he always wants to cuddle. jyugo would definitely love being little spoon since it makes him feel safe and forget about the fact that his cuffs are even on him. but he will also be big spoon. he doesn't care as long as he gets to feel you close to him. 

some nights when he's having an especially bad dream he'll break out, get you and take you into the guard lounge room to sleep. you two always wake up to hajime yelling about how inmates shouldn't be in there. 

jyugo loves any kind of touch he can get from you, especially kisses. he'll do anything to get a kiss from you, which luckily for him, he doesn't have to do much. his face is just so kissable ! 

since he isn't much of a talker he will attentively listen to you whenever you have something to say. whether it's complaints about how honey and trois ask you about the color of your undergarments or talking about how kuu somehow ended up all the way into your cell. his most favorite thing to hear you talk about is how much you're in love with him. all of your little coos, talking about how cute he is while you rub his face with your hand. 

he isn't that good at being creative so he isn't the best at giving gifts. he still tries his hardest though, he knows some of your likes so he gets you things based on what you always talk about. like cat stickers and plushies, some of your favorite snacks he sneaked from the dining hall, even some duplicate figurines from your favorite show kindly supplied by nico.

he holds you on a pedestal. while he isn't the best with compliments, he forces himself to speak his mind so you never feel like he doesn't think anything but the best about you.

he memorizes the layout of building 3 so he knows exactly where all the traps are and when new ones come in. just to make it easier to see you every time. 

ෆ˚₊ extra angst-comfort headcanons ! ₊˚ෆ 

when the stuff with elf goes down he is definitely afraid of him coming back for you. he debates on what he should do cus he doesn't want to leave you and his friends, but he needs to save you from becoming a guinea pig like him and musashi.

so the night before he tries to escape he tells you he can't be with you anymore. he says he wants to protect you and this is the only way he knows how. it took everything in him not to turn around and apologize while holding you close and wiping your tears. 

he wants you to be able to have a future, even if it means he cant be in yours. as long as you're safe he doesn't care. 

once his friends snap him out of it he realizes how much he fucked up. he begs hajime to take him to your cell with tears blurring his vision. hajime reluctantly agrees once he finishes beating his ass. 

once he gets to your cell he opens it and finds you holding the plush of him close to your heart, dried tears on your warm cheeks. you look at him with a grim expression and sadness clouds your usual bright eyes.

"what are you doing here?"

he does the same thing he did when he apologized to his friends. bowing so close to the ground that he hits his head. tears pooling underneath his face. his apologies turn into mumbles of 'please....forgive me'

you pull him up onto your bed and kiss him with everything you have. arms tightly wrapped around him scared he'll leave again as soon as you let go. you part, faces red from the tears and lack of air. "you asshole, you can't leave me like that again. whatever you're scared of we'll face it together." 

he apologizes for the millionth time, resting his forehead against yours. thankful that he has such amazing friends and an even more amazing girlfriend. you both fall asleep in your cell, arms and legs wrapped together. 

whatever fear jyugo had of elf coming back was now replaced by a sudden urge to protect you with all the strength in his body, now grateful for the very things he believed made him a monster. he would protect you and his friends even if it meant his end.