On your tfp story, who is the autobot y/n gets on with the least? And in contrast, what deception is y/n going to get on with the most? And why?
... How mad would you guys be if I said the Bot you get on with the least is Optimus? Not in the sense that you two aren't close, goodness knows he does everything he can to make you feel welcome on the team, but there's definitely friction there that doesn't exist so obviously between you and the others. Friction that's borne of your own insecurities.
I think you can guess that the Decepticon you 'get along' with best is going to be Knockout, followed in close second by Breakdown. I haven't fleshed the idea out fully, but I'm thinking, you get roped into various situations during which Knockout also happens to be present, and you find common ground each time.
The first is a charity car wash in town that Terry voluntells you to do in his stead. He wants you to advertise the dairy while you're there. Sure enough, Knockout rolls up, and you two immediately recognise each other, but he can't do anything without risking exposure, and you can't do anything because you think he might endanger the other volunteers if you tell him to get lost. So, you're stuck, adamant that you'll be the one to deal with this 'customer.'
He threatens that you'd better not leave a scratch on him or else, and that he hasn't forgotten whose fault it was that his pristine paint job had been ruined that day in the desert. You don't rightly know what to say beyond trying to appease what's essentially a ticking time-bomb, so all you utter is a simple, soft apology. And doesn't that just shut him right up.
Customer service training kicks in full force. You're careful, you're precise, you actually bother to ask him if the chemical sprays and waxes you use will be too abrasive or if he's happy to have them.
You try very hard not to think about anything further than the next step. Rinse. Wax. Polish. Tyres. Mirrors.
Eventually he comments on the jealous looks you're getting from the other volunteers, no doubt they're riddled with envy that you get to work on such a fine specimen while they're stuck cleaning the mudflaps of dust-caked Cadillacs. You make some remark about how you've never been this close to a vehicle as pretty as he is. You meant it to be subtly demeaning. He takes it as a genuine compliment.
You're caught off guard when, after you've finished, he rolls his window down and there's a crisp $20 tucked neatly in his headrest.
"Not bad, Fleshy," he purrs as you reluctantly pluck it from his alt mode.
This time, you are being genuine when you tip your cap at his driver's seat and chime, "Erm... Thank you!"
Which he doesn't take note of at all, because everyone on the Nemesis thanks him all the time. Why, he can hardly move for all the thanks he gets, so why would yours stick out?
The next time you meet, you might be at the drive-in theatre on the outskirts of Jasper, taking a break from work and the Autobots to treat yourself to some alone time and a movie.
It's just about the cheesiest, cheapest, smuttiest movie ever made.
And wouldn't you know it, Knockout pulls up right beside your old pick-up truck as you return after grabbing some popcorn from the concession stand.
"You?!" comes your strangled response.
The pair of you sit in uncomfortable silence, you in your truck, and him parked beside you, watching the characters make-out whilst the couple in a car ahead of you does the same.
Neither you nor the Con seem inclined to draw much attention to yourselves while you're both busy trying not to squirm miserably at the terrible film.
After a while, the Aston's tyres shift ever so slightly towards you, and over the lusty moans drifting from nearby speakers, you hear Knockout grumble, "I expect you to take the fact that you saw me here to your grave, Human."
"Only if you do me the same courtesy," you snort, grimacing at the enormous screen in front of you, "This is... not good."
Unexpectedly, he blurts out a laugh, and someone yells at you both to 'shut the Hell up.'
And, well... the less said about that awkward movie night, the better.
Something rather pivotal happens when you find yourself at the illegal street racing course. You're trotting behind the cars at the starting line on your way to find a seat when you spot Knockout - and more alarmingly, the guy in the car beside him, who's leaning out of his window, curling his hand into a fist and bringing a set of gleaming, spiked knuckle-dusters up to the Aston's paintjob and-
You're slipping between the cars and knocking the man's arm aside before you can stop yourself, horrified that this idiot is going to get himself killed.
"Are you crazy?" you press through your teeth, meeting his startled gaze with feverish desperation.
You only interfered for the sake of your fellow human.
Knockout sees things a little differently. You saved his paint-job? Clearly you're a human of discerning taste!
